Chapter 71 Faye
Present time-
“You!” A morbid voice came from my dry, coarse throat. I followed his running footsteps. I could sense his fear still in the air. My eyes went white, my hair and skin tingling as gravity shifted. Objects in the room were floating in frozen catastrophic time.
Vadon attempted to run to the metal doors but fumbled over his feet in terror. His cries surrounded the walls and laughter possessed my throat at his weakness. “I do enjoy watching you squirm.”
Vadon began pounding on the door, desperate for a way out. “Someone help me, please!” he cried out. My, my, how the tables have turned.
I then heard a muffled voice coming from the other side of the metal doors, “Faye, don’t do this! Don’t taint your soul over this bastard, do you hear me? Don’t become him!”
The words slipped from my mental cage surrounded by sweet vengeance.
“Baby girl, please, open the door. Don’t do this. Don’t bargain your soul for this motherfucker. Gods dammit!” Jax pounded on the door as my mental hold on the locked doors battled with his vigorous strength. “Gods dammit, Faye!” his Reaper screeched with indignation.
I simply did not care. I wanted to bathe and bask in Vadon’s blood. A baptism, if you will. All in the name of my mother. He crawled over to a corner in dismay.
“Nobody can save you!” I screamed at him as the octaves waved. He watched me in terror. “Death would be too easy for a revolting soul like yours,” I spit out. “Death would be a simple pleasure of peace, that you are not deserving of!”
Vadon levitated into the air, stuck, unable to move from fear. He looked into my milky white eyes.
“Do you see me now?” My voice echoed in low raspy whispers.
He began to weep in mercy. “Please, please, I’m so sorry!”
Laughter filled my tainted veins. “I bestow no mercy on you. As you have had none for the souls you’ve sacrificed!” I cast my finger on him, inflicting agony upon his vile skin.
Vadon screamed as his veins began to thicken, spreading like thick black tree branches across his body.
“Hear me now, for you will feel every ounce of suffering you have inflicted upon others.”
Screams belonging to his victims screeched as they infiltrated his body. Vadon began to choke and seize.
“You will live to suffer. Every day, you will bask in shame and guilt for what you’ve done, and you shall never know peace!” I shouted in vexation. “I bind you, Vadon, from doing harm to others. I bind you, from any happiness. I bind your treacherous soul!” I dropped my finger.
His passageways began to fill with thick, coarse blood.
“Behold my blood sacrifice!” I called out to the gods, claiming my deliverance to hell.
I stood underneath Vadon’s frozen, mangled body, hovering above me as his blood trickled upon my forehead.
I held my arms wide open, ready for my second initiation to take its rightful place.
The foundation of the building shook with hell itself.
“NO!” Jax shouted from beyond the door. He could not pass. His pounds on the door were silenced by Vadon’s screams.
I siphoned my power from the very darkness that tried to take me, time and time again.
But this time I’d wield it, making darkness bow to me.
The surge of darkness cracked through my bones like a whip, producing a scream from my lungs.
Vadon’s blood forming a sigil on my forehead.
My arms went wide beside me, my head facing up, as the dark magic swarmed through me like rabid black clouds.
Visions of fire and screams antagonized my psyche, both the power and pain too much to obtain.
The darkness spread across my flesh like spider webs, the power making me feel high, needy, and wanting more of it.
A red threaded string of words people I loved have said to me hooked around me and pulled me closer to the light. The words softly echoed;
“Light cannot shine without darkness.”
Jax’s words pulled me in closer, inch by inch.
The dark cloud bargained to take me with it, mold me, shift me into pure wickedness.
“Magic is not always black and white.”
Rocky’s words halted the pull.
“Remember like all things in life, magic requires balance.”
Ma’s words grasped on to me tighter.
“No!” I grabbed onto the string of source and wrapped its thread around me, taking control. I let it pull me closer to the middle where both darkness and light met in a battle over my soul.
“I bow to no king and to no realm!” I proclaimed. The darkness retreated slowly from its depths. Fire spewed from my palms as I pointed them towards the onyx clouds.
My gifts are finally at full surge and untamed.
“You see, it’s not the light that is afraid of the dark. For we need both to exist.” I held on to both the darkness and light with all my might, both sources surging through my body as the power collapsed into my grasp.
I fell to the floor, feeling both darkness and light dwindle inside my bones like an electric bolt. A fresh sigil branded upon my skin and the smell of charred flesh defiled the air. My adrenaline started to wear off as the mark began to burn. I winced at the sudden sting.
The doors unlocked as I tried to hold on to my consciousness. Jax’s shadows lifted me up as my vision struggled to focus.
“I got you. I got you,” he repeated, cradling me. I felt safe and warm, and melted into his chest. Jax touched my branded wound cursing the gods.
“No, no, gods, no!” he pleaded to the skies.. He rocked us back and forth on the floor.
I was new again, but I was also something entirely different.
Something died in me, something good. My skin tingled with a surge of power and anticipation.
Jax gazed into my eyes, one eye white as snow, and one black as onyx.
My eyes reflected and melted into his hazel ones, as they lined with silver tears.