Winter's War (Her Guardians series Book 4)(7)
“She didn’t deserve this,” I mutter, and the angel with no hair replies.
“Yes, she did, beautiful one,” he says, and I glare at him.
“Does your king know you’re here?” I ask, and he slams his hand on the table, making me jump.
“I will be king,” he says, and I just laugh.
“You will regret this, being here,” I say to the angel who looks seconds away from trying to kill me before looking at the dead witch’s body out of the corner of his eye.
“Do you know your father said those words as one of my demons killed him?” The demon king tells me.
“What?” I ask quietly, shock shaking me to my core. My father died in a car accident or that’s what I was told happened. I doubt my mum would have lied to me about that.
“Your father said those last words as my demons tortured him to death. It was a shame he wouldn’t speak a word about where you were. He died protecting you from me and yet, here you are,” he says, leaning toward me and resting his head on his joined hands.
“It was a car accident,” I spit out, not believing a word that comes from him. He only chuckles and leans back in his seat, linking his hands together.
“No, it wasn’t, but he was only a silly human that my daughter thought would be safe to love,” he says.
“He was not a silly human. He was my father and a brave man,” I say, standing up and calling my power. The second it leaves me and releases a blue wave, the angels in the room go flying with the table and everything else on it. Including the dead witch body, which I almost regret doing. The demon king just watches me as I look at him, the blue wave not bothering him one bit as he lifts a hand and makes his own ward.
“They say you were once human and innocent. I see that is no longer true of you,” the angel with shaved hair says after he flies over, landing next to me. I lift the knife off the table and hold it in front of me as I push the chair out of the way, walking backwards.
“So, beautiful, I know why my brother liked you now. I know why he is going to die for you,” the angel comments as he reaches a hand out to me, I whack it away with the knife, cutting him and turn, running for the door. Dabriel’s brother is here, and it makes sense why the angel looks familiar. My mind runs over the fact it means the angels must be working with the demon king. I need to escape. Just as I open the massive, hall doors, a haunting, dark laugh fills my ears. Blackness fills my eyes as everything disappears, and I feel myself drop the knife.
“And, I only wanted a nice family dinner, what a shame,” I hear the demon king taunt as blackness takes over my eyes.
6
Winter
“Elissa, run,” a man roars as I open my eyes and see the entrance hall to the castle. Pieces of stone and dust fall from the ceiling near me, but I can see the destruction surrounding me. I turn and just see the back of Elissa, running up the steps of the castle. The castle is old, and in ruins as one wall is on fire and another is in crumbles. The smoke in the room just floats around the white dress I’m wearing, the sparks coming off the wall of fire should burn me, but they don’t. I can’t even feel the heat from the room, if anything, it still feels cold.
“You and me then, boy,” the familiar voice of the demon king says, and I turn to see the voice coming from an attractive, middle-aged man. The man has a long, black cloak on and dark-black hair. He stands holding a sword at his side, and at his feet is the dead body of Atti’s ancestor, the first witch. I watch as he holds the blood covered sword up at his side, blood dripping onto the stone floor.
“Whatever happens here today, she is safe. She will live, and her child will finish this war. She will finish you,” the voice of the first vampire, Wyatt’s ancestor, says as he holds his own sword in the air. They don’t say any more words as the demon king rushes forward and attacks him, their swords clashing together and the force nearly springing them both backwards. I try to move as they fight, as I know the ending to this vision already, he will die. Both are fast, but the demon king is better, it’s clear with every hit and swing of his sword. The demon king hits the vampire ancestor in his side, and he falls a little, giving the demon king the second he needs to shove his sword straight through his heart.
“No,” I breathe out, but no sound comes from my lips, and the world is silent for a second before the vampire ancestor’s pale face has black lines crawling over it, and he collapses on the floor.
“All but children in a game I’ve played for many, many years,” the demon king says, his tone almost soft as he speaks to the two bodies on the floor. He steps over the witch and walks up the stairs, going after Elissa. I turn slightly to the left and see a woman walk in, her long, white cloak dotted with blood. She lowers the hood, and shock fills me when, for a second, I think it’s Elissa, but it’s not. It’s Demtra, but they look so alike, the only difference is the hair and eyes. I met her once, when I died, and I thought it was Elissa, but it never was. Demtra looks straight at me, her green eyes staring straight through me.
“They did not fall so that you would fall, Queen Winter. Only you can stop this, you and your mates. Their last children if this is not stopped. Win the war, Queen Winter, win the war, win the war . . .,” Demtra says in my mind, and the sentence repeats again and again in my mind as she walks up the stairs.