Book 8⌇29. Spliced

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Chapter 29 ∣  Spliced

-Micah

Flashing lights blinded my vision, my heart pounding in my ears as I stormed out of what appeared to be a nightclub. I emerged from the noisy room, my eyes scanning the empty area for a second before I took off into an alley, going as fast as my legs could carry me.

The more distance that grew between the building and me, the lower the music thumped. I wasn't sure why I was running or why I felt like I couldn't stop, but there was this fear that had settled within me and despite the fact that I didn't understand why I was afraid, the terror raising wouldn't fade.

I felt that I didn't have time to stop and that if I did, even if it were only for a second, I wouldn't live to take another breath. The thoughts that roamed my mind had set me in a state of utter confusion and before I could have a second to truly analyze, I found myself backed against a concrete wall.

For what seemed like only a couple of seconds, my vision had hazed along with the thoughts that had previously puzzled me.

This time, when I attempted to push away from the cold barrier behind me, I was unable to move. There was a force keeping me in place and no matter how hard I tried to search for it, I couldn't find what kept me captive. My breath had caught in my lungs, my useless confusion having chosen to blind me.

When I attempted to take a deep breath, I gasped loudly, and just as the sound of wind breaking met my ears, the stinging feeling of a pair of sharp fangs piercing my skin made a scream erupt from the back of my throat.

My voice in no way sounded like my own and again, when I attempted to push forward, I found myself unable to move.

I knew that the state in which my mind had settled would more than likely cause an interrupting focus between myself and the magic coursing within me. Still, my conscience had automatically called upon my power, instinct was the only thing I thought would save me from the blood-sucking demon I was still blind to.

It was when I realized that I didn't have to fight back but wait until the effects from the undiluted silver in my veins to force the demon unconscious that my sight returned to me. I no longer found myself trapped against a concrete wall but instead locked in what appeared to be a cell.

My heart slowly began to beat at norm, the adrenaline and fear slowly drifting away from my uneasy nerves. Still, confusion lingered in my mind, distracting me for just a split second until a sharp, stinging pain spread through my back.

There was a throbbing and dull sensation that had engulfed my body, a feeling fairly similar to that of just moments after being beaten.

I could feel the tears that formed at the brim of my eyes, quickly falling, and rolling down my cheeks. There was no burden of fear, but instead the harsh feeling of helplessness gathering in my chest.

When I glanced down at my hands, they weren't mine. There was no ink covering them, no proof of the monster that I was. For just a second, I felt that my hands were clean, and I was the victim.

It was when I looked at the palm of my hands that I realized they weren't mine. They were much smaller and...a woman's hands.

Again, my vision grew hazy and when my senses returned to me, I stood at an altar.

I was surrounded by demons, succubi and incubi. Just as I was to look at the one who stood beside me, I heard voices, the chatter of confusion that interrupted whatever it was that I was prepared to say.

Quickly turning on my heels, my eyes searched for the one causing the commotion. I could barely see through the mixed crowd of demons but when my gaze finally landed on what I was looking for, time didn't allow me to focus and my vision hazed again.

This time, when I had regained focus, I stood within the walls of a small home. Blood concealed the broken furniture around me, drained and torn limbs laying on the blood-stained carpet beneath me.

What have I done...?

I had visions of the horrors that I created, the horrors that would never escape my mind. But these visions, they perplexed me even further. I had no memory of the events that had led to the human deaths, the death of the one who's limbs these belonged to.

The thought of having gone insane haunted me. Perhaps it was time the inhumane acts I committed caught up to me and I paid by reliving those moments.

A pain had settled in my chest and before I had time to question my actions further, I was blinded.

Darkness surrounded me, my body drifting away in what felt like time. I didn't understand what was happening, but I understood that I was close to the end. The clock was ticking, and my time was running out.

Soon, I'd be gone.

Suddenly, everything stopped. I was no longer blinded, but my focus was on a pair of hazel eyes—eyes that I found so beautiful. There was a warmth in my chest, far too similar to the one I felt when I so much as thought about my little light.

When I allowed myself to further search, I saw the face of a man. A demon that I recognized as....

"Maverick?"

My voice wasn't my own and, in that instant, I gasped, feeling a spark of energy leave my body. There was a single white wisp that drew away from me and drifted to the silver-white haired demon.

"I love you, Eris," he said before he disappeared, and I was left standing alone before a large mirror.

When my eyes focused on my reflection, it wasn't mine. I stood before a woman that looked much like the one that I had forced unconscious.

Then, the memories surfaced. Only then did I understand everything that I saw...

...it wasn't my life, it was Eris'.

Sadly, realization dawned on me far too late.

My eyes still on the mirror, through the reflection, I caught sight of a pair of men standing behind me. One of them had dirty blonde hair with white irises while the other had light brown hair and brown eyes. They had weapons. One I could see just the sides of the circular chain blades tethered to his back, while the other held a gun in his hand.

Despite the fact that I had never met these men in my life, I knew the one standing with a gun in his hand was Hendrix, an Alpha for a werewolf pack, and Rainier, a hunter.

When I saw Hendrix hand Rainier his gun, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I was witnessing betrayal and it took far too long for me to understand as before I could process, Rainier had already raised the gun, pointing it at me.

Silence broke, the sound of the gun rambling had met my ears just as I felt the bullet go through my back, piercing my heart, and breaking the mirror before me.

It was over.

My heart had stopped beating and it was all over. A coldness had spread through my body and I felt myself collapse.

My body just barely impacting the floor, I took a sharp breath. The world around me came crashing down, my hands falling to my sides as I stepped back into reality.

Finally, I was able to see again. My eyes landed on the back of Eris' head, watching her abruptly bow as she remained unconscious. I felt my heart begin to beat again, slowly thumping in my chest till its rate returned to the norm.

Though I knew everything I saw wasn't my life, I couldn't help but feel the emotion of slight hate and anger. Having seen what she went through, practically living it as if I were her, feeling every emotion she felt, I understood clearly.

I knew what the demon wanted, and it made my blood run cold.

I didn't fear the entity, but I feared what it could do—what it could've done if it had been in such a hurry to do it.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" Maverick's snarl was the first and only thing my own senses caught. I had taken but a split second to turn to the angry pureblood when I saw that he had been prepared to attack me.

His black-rose irises met mine and just as he was to take another step closer to me, my hand rose, instinct forcing my magic to my fingertips and abruptly using the same tactic that kept Maverick from attacking me the first time he had attempted to do so.

My mind having been cleared now; I was able to return my attention to my surroundings. My eyes gazed around the room, catching Rook's, Locaine's, and Evicka's familiar faces.

I knew I hadn't been in Eris' mind for long, but it was long enough for Rook to finish his discussion with Locaine and return.

There was a slight uneasiness that quickly rose within me, the thought of having to hold back four powerful purebloods had already settled in mind. Luckily, aside from Maverick, the other demons weren't as angry but contained by mere confusion.

Using the few second window, I had, I stepped around Eris' unconscious form, nearing Maverick to where I stood between him and his beloved.

Though I had little to no experience dealing with souls, I didn't hesitate to act on the only solution I had come up with.

Without a word or any sort of explanation, I outstretched my unoccupied arm, my fingertips just barely touching Eris' chest.

There was a small part inside of me that had made me reconsider my decision, acknowledging the risks that would come with what I was prepared to do. Still, I didn't stop.

I allowed my eyelids to fall shut, taking a deep breath as I focused on the parting of the magic that had solely focused on keeping Maverick away from me. The darkness in my power had already begun to drift away from my body, entering Eris' form.

In just a mere second, I felt it—the delicacy of the only thing that would always be honest. It was the fragment in us that allowed us to be...merciful.

There would always be a reason to see necromancy as a curse, magic of and for the evil, but it was in times like these that only a necromancer could feel the true beauty in the purity of a soul.

I made myself responsible for such a significant factor, parting the soul in two and drawing out the small light of humanity.

I felt the wisp run through my body, searching for the one who had every right to guard it and keep it as his own. When the small light found its way out, my eyelids lifted, shifting my gaze to meet Maverick's as the wisp flew through his chest.

In his eyes, I saw it. There was a significant feeling of hope and light—something he could hold onto. He inhaled sharply and breathed out, almost as he'd run into a wall. Shocked and overwhelmed, but the anger left him, his body relaxing.

His reaction relieved me. I hadn't noticed I had been holding my breath until I forced my magic to rest, allowing my arms to fall to the side as I released a deep breath.

The familiar silence penetrated the tense atmosphere. All purebloods still stood utterly confused and when I glanced at Eris, she sat awake. Her head had been lifted high, her glassy eyes staring blankly into space. Her muscles were tense and though it seemed as if she were in a conscious state, her mind was clearly still clouded or simply unconscious itself.

"W-", Maverick breathed out, "What did you do...?"

Reverting my attention to him, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Rook. Between the distraction of Maverick and his corrupted beloved, I had forgotten what I was truly here for and I understood that if we didn't leave soon, I'd be the one to meet a punishment.

I wasn't willing to anger or displease Rayne for someone who was truly insignificant to me, but there were things that concerned me, and I knew that I had to get back to. The case of my missing friends, Ramsey, and Cayden, was a matter that needed my attention and I wasn't going to waste more time explaining what I knew to the ignorant purebloods.

Stepping away from Maverick, I stated, "Stay away from her."

"Why?" Maverick was quick to question me. I felt his hand press against my shoulder, forcing me to stop in my tracks and redirect my attention to him. "What did you do?" He questioned again.

There was a desperate look on his face and again, though he wasn't one I cared for, I couldn't help but sympathize with him in the mere thought of it being I who was in his shoes.

"Lock her up and stay the hell away from her." My words were clear, my eyes looking at him once-over before continuing, "Vengeance...the demon wants vengeance. It has a list and you're next." The perplexed look on Maverick's face was beginning to irritate me and just as he parted his lips to question me again, I interjected, "I'll be back."

I had taken a second glance back at Eris who was still sitting in a daze, adding, "No good will come if it gets what it wants."

"We have to go..." I heard Rook mutter.

I agreed and though I knew I had no idea how long it would be till I'd be able to save Maverick's tormented mate, deep down, I hoped it wouldn't be long. There was an innocent soul being tortured and considering it my responsibility, as part of Rayne's coven, to kill demons, I decided I'd give my word to save the human—something I never thought I'd do.

Taking but a single glance at Maverick, I began my steps away from him, moving out of the training room as I mumbled the words I knew would give him hope, "You'll have your beloved back, I give you my word."

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