Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(150)

“This is not news, Gregor. These ancient battles are known amongst all immortals. To this day it is a very ill-kept secret that there are those who still harbor these different political opinions,” Lucien informed him.

“Yes, you do know of that, of course,” Gregor stated, looking up at Lucien. “What you don’t know is that the different species are not mutated from homo sapiens, a transmutation of wolf and human, an evolutionary process based on geography or a metamorphosis of natural forces into human forms nor did we evolve to what we are today from primordial slime. We were made from magic.”

“Holy shit,” Stephanie breathed.

“That’s ridiculous,” Cosmo bit out.

Gregor looked to Cosmo. “It may seem so but it’s absolutely true. We are otherworldly. We are supernatural. There is no explanation for us. We are magic.”

“Explain,” Lucien growled and Gregor’s eyes came to him.

“I cannot, Lucien. As I said, there is no explanation for us. There has been much research on the topic but whenever and however we came into existence, in those ancient times there were no records kept. And there were so many of our species killed in these battles and the secret has been kept for so long, even the ancients who made the pact have since expired. If they knew the secret of our origin, they took it to their deaths.”

“This can’t be possible,” Stephanie whispered.

“It isn’t,” Gregor informed her. “That’s what makes it magic.”

“If that’s the case, explain how we share the same exact body structure as humans. We mate the same. Reproduce the same. Breathe, sleep and, for the most part, eat the same,” Lucien demanded.

“I do not know the answer to that either. But think about it, Lucien,” Gregor encouraged softly. “Each species does, indeed, share the same exact body structure as humans and yet, unless we are beheaded or burned, we do not die. On this earth, nearly everything dies eventually. Even the ancients who made that pact didn’t die naturally. Some were killed and others killed themselves.”

“We consume mortal blood to nourish us, keep us alive,” Stephanie put in. “We’d die without it.”

“You’d be weakened significantly. But you would not die. This is not a fact understood by our kind because none of us have tested this theory by abstaining. But it is nevertheless true,” Gregor stated, Stephanie’s eyes got wide and Gregor carried on. “But wraiths and phantoms consume mortal energy. How is that possible? It seems natural to us since we’ve known it for what seems like eternity but, Stephanie, it… is… not. If you think about it logically, you know it too. Not to mention, werewolves are immortal and they don’t consume anything mortal or anything different than mortals do. Except to say they consume a lot of it and metabolize it much faster.”

“Why would immortals be told we’re humans?” Stephanie asked. “Lying to us about who we are doesn’t make sense.”

“We already are different from humans and unfortunately that species is prone to fearing the unknown and we all know that fear often manifests unpleasantly. To convince immortals that they share integral parts with humans gave immortals a sense of humanity. A oneness with the other beings inhabiting this earth. Doing it built in immortals an affinity between the species. If you feel you’ve evolved from a species that is inferior to you but you have the capacity to feel compassion, it would assist in eradicating urges to subjugate your inferiors because they are an extension of yourselves. And, for millennia, you must admit, this has worked very well.”

“This is bloody insane,” Cosmo muttered.

“Indeed but it’s also absolutely true,” Gregor returned.

“And this great secret,” Lucien stated and Gregor’s attention returned to him, “you’re sharing this with us now because…?”

“Because of The Prophesies,” Gregor answered.

“Oh shit. Here we go,” Stephanie murmured and Gregor turned to her, his eyebrows snapping together.

“You know of The Prophesies?”

“No,” she retorted. “But two minutes ago I learned I’m supernatural. It would stand to reason right on the heels of that you’d spout nonsense about prophesies. Fuck, Gregor, I’m hundreds of years old. I’ve read my fair share of books. With supernatural shit, there’s always f**king prophesies.”

Stephanie was pissed but she was also amusing.

Even so, Lucien did not laugh.

Gregor responded, “Well the ones you’ll learn of today all have to do with The Three. The Three being The Sacred Triumvirate which includes a vampire whose strength and cunning know no equal but who also has added abilities beyond any shared by his species. He will find his lifemate, a mortal woman of great spirit who also has her own abilities. Those she was born with, one of which is the ability to absorb her mate’s powers through his feeding.”

The air in the room went thick and Lucien’s gut wrenched as his chest squeezed.

Gregor wasn’t finished.

“The second is the King of Werewolves who will find his lifemate and, she too, will have otherworldly powers. And the last is a werewolf, vampire hybrid whose mortal lifemate will also be exceptional.”

“Werewolves and vampires cannot produce children,” Cosmo declared.