His Dark Obsession

29. My Stance

ZEDKIEL.

I step forward as Ziahra holds her hand out to Evelyn, willing to take her offer.

“Your blood will power the portal.” She explains to her. She’s serious again, the weight of what she needs to do hanging above us all.

“I love creating rivers of blood.” Evelyn replies quietly, but there’s no humour in those eyes of hers and it only darkens the atmosphere surrounding us all.

Ziahra slices through Evelyn’s palm, her eyes staying fixed on hers.

She doesn’t trust her. No one in this room does, but I do.

I just don’t think she’s given that chance…

‘You are a fool.’

“If she pulls away mid-ritual, the chance is over. I will not be able to do this again.” Ziahra says to me as she lets her blood drip across the symbols on the altar.

“I trust her.” I say firmly.

“Fine.” Ziahra shakes her head before turning to Evelyn. “Now place your hand in the middle. It will hurt a little, but you have to bear it, Evelyn. This is absolutely vital.”

Evelyn nods and places her hand as commanded.

Her breath hitches and I see her aura swirling around her.

She’s in pain, but she’s trying to hide it.

Ziahra begins chanting and we’re all on edge. As Evelyn’s breathing becomes shallower, it feels like hours although I know it’s simply minutes.

The torches on the wall are blazing brightly, the power in the room becoming darker and more powerful as Evelyn’s aura keeps growing.

I can sense the one radiating from Ziahra and I can also see Evelyn’s dark aura being sucked from her and the surrounding air, straight into the stone of the altar.

The smell of blood in the room is potent, and the temptation to have a taste overcomes me.

I push the thought away as Ziahra keeps chanting, her hands held palm upwards and I can see the glowing runes burning into the palms of her hands. Her arms are beginning to shake as she does her all to remain steady.

A layer of sweat covers her body, and her heart is beating violently.

“More power!” She groans. “We need more!”

I instantly step forward, slicing my hand with the discarded knife and slashing through my own palm and placing it on top of Evelyn’s.

I feel the faint spark of the bond and our eyes meet before pain rips right through me.

It’s as if every bone in my body is being crushed.

Is this what she’s feeling? If it is, she isn’t showing it.

Coppery blood fills my mouth as I try to focus on breathing steadily.

I gently close my hand around hers as my blood is pulled from me, covering her hand as it is sucked into the stone beneath.

This feeling is unexplainable. I can feel my power and blood being drained from me. Weakening me as we force our hands to stay fixed upon the runes.

I wonder if they are because of the pain she’s

gasp as I feel as if something is being torn from my chest,

force that is radiating

don’t know how Evelyn is holding her own, but

Ziahra’s strained voice comes as she keeps her stance, no

eyes are fixed ahead, blazing a

I hold on, feeling

I ask Ziahra, the doubt suddenly sending a glimmer

isn’t able to reply, but she gives me the tiniest shake of her head,

is beating too violently,

body will be fine.” Comes Evelyn’s voice, it’s

of you… I didn’t consider the body.” I reply, my voice strained

Barely though.

me as a blinding light fills the room and

the air before her

as he catches her body. Both were thrown to the ground, getting to her before Gray could. He sits up, instantly cradling her

squint through the light, trying

of a circular portal.

She’s done it.

in

to pass through… you’re weak.” Ziahra mutters as Kash helps her sit up. Her head rests on his chest and only now do I see

to.” I

option but

it

lift Evelyn into

She’s awake but unmoving.

her and go!’ Zerachiel

The portal won’t stay

I go, I need to

“Little Lamb…”

you… it will be easter… I’m

into my arms, hugging her tightly. My arms feel dead heavy as does her body, but I refuse to just let her

one…”

look at it, my stomach churning as Gray stands beside it,

“I promise to.” I vow as I slowly lift

feels like lead as I drag myself towards the awaiting stone casket, coming to

I can’t do it.

Kash as if wanting guidance. “I can’t do this

says, but I shake my

any different, she’s not going in there, not on my watch.

looks worried as she stares at the portal that has begun to

“Hurry.” She warns me.

Zerachiel thunders ‘You are dooming

can’t do this.’ I reply to him. ‘Please,

care of her, for us all. He

time the tears are flowing

whispers, she’s still breathing weakly, her body still limp in my arms. Her hand weakly clutching my

on your best behaviour for me, alright?” I ask

a

“I will… I promise.”