Chapter 12 Zak #2
Cult of the Demigoddess Relocates to the Nether
No More Fiends On A Bright Horizon
Netherborn: Refugees or Legacy Leeches?
What a dumbassed question. They're humans, not legacies. Whoever wrote that line is a fucking idiot. I read the next few.
A World Without Curses: With Taboo Lifted, Legacies Share Past Afflictions
RLHNA - How the First Legacy-Human Government Entity is Functioning
Six Months After Ban on Demon Hunting, Demons Nowhere to Be Found
I snort at the irony of the last one.
It's true that demon hunting's been banned, which is great for the demons who'd have to worry about it. I was never in much danger, since I easily pass for a human. Pretty sure I have my elemental father to thank for that, not that I know what the poor sap looked like.
I wonder if my shifter would like the way I look. She never saw me, and I never got to see her entire face thanks to the blindfold those motherfucking necromancers kept on her all the time, even when they had her chained up for me to get her through that heat.
I bet she's gorgeous.
Infernal hells, I just want my mouth all over her again. There has to be a way I can find her.
As always, when I’m losing patience and feeling like something is out of my control, my fingers slide over my right forearm to feel the raised bumps of the infernal symbols there—a credo for me to survive by.
Sett fatos imprare.
I think in English it would be: "Let fate guide."
Or maybe it's better translated as: "Let khaos reign."
Either way, I've followed it since the day it was carved into my skin by my mother, and I have no reason to stop believing it now.
It tells me that whatever's meant to happen, it's going to happen—which means that sooner or later, if I trust in the khaos that fate cannot exist without, I'll wind up finding her again.
Because khaos knows I got a taste of something precious.
And sooner or later, she'll be mine again.
I just have to keep being patient.
Melchom makes a sound of surprise at whatever the deafeningly loud news report just said.
"Well, twist my tail and call me an angel!
Had no idea that frigid bastard had a sister.
Huh. She's a pretty, juicy little thing, but she doesn't look much like the Frost prick—and I'd know, because your whore of an aunt was drooling all over that pretty boy fucker the last time we bumped into—"
My eyes snag on the image he's babbling about on the news, and I shoot to my feet. My soul does the same kind of shiver it usually does when someone starts using demonology around me.
Khaotic hells below.
That's her.
That's my entire future, right there on the screen.
I lurch for the remote, ripping it away from Melchom when he protests and turning the TV down until it's understandable instead of making my fucking skull vibrate.
"—receiving many conflicting stories about the accident that took place this morning near the West Loop in downtown Chicago.
Some eye witness reports say that Heidi Elise Murley, the alleged estranged daughter of the late Frost family whose existence has made international headlines today, fled of her own accord directly into the path of the bus that hit her.
Other reports claim that she was forced into the oncoming traffic by a riled crowd, and others—"
At first, I think the deafening static is coming from the TV, but I realize it's just my ears when my vision starts to turn red.
The bus that hit her.
The bus that hit her.
The bus that hit—
The remote snaps in half in my clenched hand.
Melchom sputters, barely audible with the furious static still pounding in my head. "Hey, what the hells? You break it, you've gotta fucking replace it! Damned mutt, what's wrong with—"
"Shut up," I tell him, not letting myself breathe as I wait for the reporter to give me something, anything on how my woman is doing.
Is she alive? Is she breathing? Who the fuck was driving that bus, and where do they live? If it was the crowd that pushed her, I'll hunt every single one of those fuckers down, cover their head in liquid metal, pop those fuckers right off, and—
"Local authorities of the Chicago area are not officially disclosing any more information about the accident at this time or the condition of Miss Murley.
However, other eyewitnesses reported that it appears the Frost family's hidden other child was fatally injured but still alive before paramedics arrived at the scene.
Some are speculating that to survive the extensive injuries sustained, Miss Murley must be a shifter or siphon of some kind, which again raises the question of why there is no record of her in past legacy records or of having attended Everbound University. "
I force myself to breathe again, ignoring Melchom cussing me out as he gets the broken pieces of the remote from me. Injured, but alive. She's alive. She's a shifter, so she would've started healing.
"Did she say Chicago?" I manage, my voice thick enough that I would be embarrassed if I gave a single infernal fuck about what Melchom thinks about anything.
He looks between me and the screen. "The report? Yeah, guess that shit went down in Chicago. What the fuck's that got to do with—"
I don't let him finish before I grab my bike keys and throw open the front door, deciding I'm not waiting for khaos to get its shit together this time.
It's time to get another taste of my girl.