His Dark Obsession

His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 41. A Blind Oath

EVANGELINE.

The door closes behind us and we are left in one of the grand sitting rooms of the palace. A waterfall fountain is against one wall, splitting open as it parts down the centre, curving along the archway that leads off from the room.

I hope I have made the right choice in asking to see him. After all, I have prepared these questions for long enough!

“What will it be, let’s cut to the chase.” He says coldly. I step forward, knowing that he clearly isn’t one for games.

“On behalf of Selene, I ask for your forgiveness. Please end her punishment. We need- “

His eyes darken as his rage became apparent, his blistering anger clear in his eyes.

“Impossible.” He hisses.

“You speak of what is best for everyone, yet you refuse to look past your anger… Selene disobeyed you, yet despite all these years, you could not forgive her?” I ask. He remains silent despite his festering anger.

His face is passive, and his eyes remind me of bottomless galaxies. So deep there seems to be no end to them… They go deep and on forever… I feel myself being pulled in.

Zedkiel places a hand on my shoulder, and I’m snapped out of it, gasping. I step back, and Zedkiel frowns, watching him as he pulls me close.

There’s more to the Eternal God than I know…

“I gave her warnings and chances, yet she still chose to disobey. I had to get the message across, and she is an example for others. A statement for others that sins shall be punished.” He says venomously, looking away.

I can tell from the way his nostrils flare, or that tick in his jaw that he is getting angrier by the minute. “She loved… that is not a sin.” I say.

“Love is an illusion for a desperate attempt to find a source of distraction. We are gods, not mere mortals.” He says, and I can tell from his voice that he sure believes that. I don’t know if I should be sad for him or not. He doesn’t really look like the type whom you would feel sympathy for.

“You do not know love.” I say quietly, despite the mess of nerves that fill my stomach. I clench my hands that are pressed against my waist and take a deep breath. “You cannot say that one of the most beautiful things that exists is a mere distraction unless you have experienced it for yourself.”

He looks at me sharply, his irritation unmasked, and I know he’s taken offence. His gaze flicks to my clenched hands before he frowns deeply and looks up at the both of us. “This discussion is over. I have given you enough time. Congratulations on becoming the goddess of a cursed creation. I am through.” He turns, swiftly heading to the door we had entered from when Zedkiel steps forward.

“Then at least lift the curse that we were not responsible for. If you want to make an example of Selene, then do so, but don’t let the innocent suffer. ” Zedkiel says icily.

The Eternal God doesn’t seem phased, nor does it look like he wants to listen.He’s almost at the door when Zedkiel speaks again. “Or like a coward, will you refuse to admit this curse was far too extreme?”

My eyes widen as the god turns, his eyes seem to turn even darker, as he glares at Zedkiel.

“Do not test me, Lycan, I did what I needed to! There was an evil created by Selene before my curse! The curse I have put upon you cannot be broken, not by me. If you are able to break it, it would have to be of your own accord, curses are made to withstand the test of time and power.”

At least he has turned back to listen, but it’s clear he won’t help us.

“Then give us some guidance. I know you don’t want to forgive Selene but there has to be a way. Zedkiel and I need to return to earth. There are things we need to rectify.” I say.

“You can no longer return to earth. Your duty is here, Moon Goddess.” His voice is harsh and full of iciness.

“No. There has to be a way. Surely there’s a way for her to both handle her duty as Goddess and to be my Queen on earth.” Zedkiel says.

The Eternal god cocks a brow.

I have stated is the truth. You will return to earth, but she cannot. She has taken her place as the goddess and if she breaks the divine laws, then, like her

finality in them makes me

to do here, but can I not go for even a short period?” I ask. Zedkiel’s irritation is also rising, and I know I can’t promise something that would upset him. Even I wish to be

figure this out, with or without him.” He says, his eyes

and that is to pass the mantle to another worthy and strong enough to hold that title. One… of your own blood. ‘Evelyn?’

I also know I can’t force her to take such a burden for my own happiness, even if the

“Selene…” I murmur.

job as the goddess is over! She has fallen into disgrace; she shall never

pounding. It is

can do for you in return

to earth?” Zedkiel snarls. “There’s always a fucking

nothing to

I step in front

I will do what I can before

in a mere few days?” He scoffs, ” You

on earth…” I whisper. “Please. Help us save innocent lives from being murdered. We need to break this curse, it’s

can overcome this

it’s not like

“And why should we help? It’s not our duty. Remember that there will always be a price for the Goddess’s crimes, request anything else and I shall give you it, on this special day of yours. But remember, if you ask for your return or her freedom, I will not give you it.” “Please… Your anger at Selene may be justified, but because of your anger and rage in the end, it is

life after life with memories of pain! How can you say you are doing the right thing, too?”

on my back, but I am

” The Eternal God says quietly. ‘He isn’t going to listen. Ask for something

want… is an

He

a deep breath, hoping it’s the right question. ‘Careful,

Zedkiel before turning my attention back to the Eternal

for you to give our

right, I wait

looks at me, and I

wrong… I can’t be

his head to the side, his long hair curtaining his face. It’s almost as if he is hesitating,

leaps and I look at Zedkiel, who

an

holding a glint of something I cannot

“Ok.”

chance in return for something.” He says, but

so fixated on

“I’m ready.” I say.

blindly, Evangeline.’ Zedkiel’s voice comes into my head, and

of unease ripple through me. Will he

that only you can give me, a treasure of the moon itself.”

tree of bonds?”

“No, something…. Far smaller.”

chance,

raises his hand, a glowing