Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 52

Wrath wasn’t sure whether to feel relief or devastation at the news that Penehlope had breached the contract and would not be mated to D after all. He knew this was what his son wanted, but this also meant than he was going to lose him.

Goddammit!

He guessed this was what V meant with her not being pure on the inside.

What a fucking load of shit.

The scribe Virgin spoke up again.

- As per the last term, I may punish the offending party as I see fit, so… what shall I do… Darius, do you still trust me?

- Of course Scribe Virgin.

- With your life.

- Yes.

His son did not show any hesitation. Wrath couldn’t say the same.

She smiled indulgently.

- Good. It seems that just like with my dear John Matthew, I have a soft spot for you, Darius. Now, Feron, you have been trying to outsmart my king for years now, and I don’t really appreciate it all that much. You created a virus, infected the heir to the throne, and created and antidote just so you could control him.

She snorted.

- Or tried to control him. Now this antidote…

- No! Please let her live, please Scribe Virgin, I beg you. Please.

- Ah Feron, now you beg. I’m afraid it is too late for that. Who do I start with… ah, Philesa. Come here.

Wrath heard the woman murmur something that sounded an awful lot like ‘stupid bitch, thinking she’s some kind of god’, but the female obeyed.

- Now sweet Philesa. You are the source of all this mayhem. Feron was a good male. A male of worth even, until you came along and poisoned his mind. And why? Because you wanted power. You wanted to get the ultimate power to get rid of the male you really loved. You wanted to show him you could own him. Your link to the King would have provided you with that power, to get even with Havers.

Wrath could smell Philesa’s anger and pain even, at hearing that name… what the fuck was going on?

- Your little plan got shot to hell when the Brotherhood ended him not so long ago, didn’t it. Ah yes, the Omega would love to have you in his midst. Shame he’s not into females. Or vampires for that matter. But I’m sure he loves how you worship him when you’re alone.

His brows shot up in surprise and he heard several shocked gasps. Feron’s shellan worshipped the Omega? That was 10 shades of fucked up right there.

Philesa started murmuring something but the Scribe Virgin would not let her. Her voice intensified, gaining momentum and she raised her voice.

- Oh, and just so you know. I don’t just think I am a goddess. I. AM. A. GODDESS!

*-*-*

The Scribe Virgin’s glow intensified and Darius almost looked away.

- Xcor, your scythe is needed here.

Xcor quickly approached and silently communicated with the mother of the race. Showing an evil grin, distorted by his lip, he stood behind Philesa and moved his scythe in a swift and practiced movement. A sickening thud was heard just as Feron screamed.

- Noooooooooo.

His scream sounded all the louder seeing that they were surrounded by mountains. He felt almost sorry for the male for losing his shellan, but he was pure evil. Just like his daughter it seemed.

She just glanced at her mahmen’s headless body and looked away bored.

What a cold hearted BWF…

Even D felt something at the life that had just been taken, despite everything they had done to him. Her own daughter… not a tear.

The Scribe Virgin looked at him.

- Now Darius, my child, the antidote…

- No. Please, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t hurt her. Please.

- Oh you poor Feron, Willing to do anything in your power for a young that is not even yours.

This made Feron stop his pleas and stand a little straighter.

Fuck if this wasn’t the night of revelations.

- What?

- Again with the questions! I am beyond glad to be getting rid of you! This was not why I created the race. You are such a disappointment to me.

She sighed.

- Now, I will only explain this because I want the Brotherhood to know, to understand. Do you remember Philesa’s needing. The one where you passed out after servicing her?

There was a beat of silence and someone, Darius bet anything it was Hollywood, whispered ‘pussy’. Feron nodded, his eyes wide in shock or fear, Darius wasn’t sure.

- Well see, after you passed out, she still wasn’t done. And when your best friend Havers went over to your place to check up on both of you, well… he just couldn’t help himself.

Holy shit!

Darius looked at Penehlope and suddenly saw something he hadn’t noticed before. She looked a hell of a lot like Marissa!

- You’re lying!

Feron cried out desperately while Penehlope smiled.

- So, he’s not my dad?

The Scribe Virgin didn’t even acknowledge her, though she did look extremely pissed off.

- Wrath, son of Wrath, please proceed.

Without hesitation this time, his father snapped Feron’s neck in one swift movement, smiling as he did it.