43. Iris
Iris
If I could cry, tears would line my cheeks right now.
But I can’t, because I know exactly where I am.
The void.
It’s like being in a sensory deprivation tank, except I can’t even feel my own limbs for comfort. To think that I was going to send the Slayer back here makes me feel sick to my stomach.
How many times was he sent here, just waiting, suffering, and the only thing he looked forward to was one day meeting me?
It seems like our lives have flipped, because now I listlessly wait, hoping that there’s some way that I can get out of here.
My manacle bracelet didn’t even have the time to realize we were in danger, or maybe it’s because our magic comes from the same place it doesn’t recognize the witch as a threat.
There’s a lot of fear that the Slayer and Adam won’t be thinking clearly and get themselves hurt. Would she send them in here with me? Would I know?
Fuck, am I dead?
A boasting laugh makes me tremble. “No. Not dead. Just here for safekeeping. If your Slayer does as he’s told, your accommodations will be less suffocating.”
“What you’re doing is evil. You can’t keep bringing them back and have them do your bidding like this.”
“I’ve done it for thousands of years, darling.
Without me, you wouldn’t be alive, you know that?
I founded the Celestial Coven. I gave them fucking everything, and what did they do for me in return?
Well, they thought they watched me burn at the stake, but by then I’d already collected enough energy from my first slayer and I could jump to a different vessel.
It’s extremely odd watching your body burn at the stake, I must say. ”
Everything comes crushing in on me then.
My mother.
The story was always that she was dabbling in the wrong magic. Something happened, and it stopped her heart. She saw what was going to happen; she wanted to protect me and she lost her life doing it. What if Adam and the Slayer lose their lives too?
“Speaking of which, there’s a good chance that I’ll need a new vessel soon, so my boys better get to work. I can’t stay inside the body of a loser. It appears our numbers are not doing well for re-election.” She sighs heavily. “Oh, well. On to someone younger, sought after, beautiful.”
She can’t be serious.
She laughs manically, and it fades away as she leaves me to sit in this nothingness. The only thing that keeps me company are my thoughts, which isn’t helping me in the slightest.
They’ll find a way to save me.
They have to.