Corvus Malum
Seeing you two get along gets me so fucking hard. My hand is in my pants right now. I fantasize about both of you in bed. You’re both so pretty.
THESE JOURNALS ARE BROKEN.
Scorpius Malum
I was wondering why my journal kept vibrating. Did you guys know it was enchanted to include braille?
Of course that deranged therapist wouldn’t let me get out of this shit show.
Since I fucking have to, a relationship is toxic if they don’t like pain and they’re a fucking pussy and only want pleasure. I would feel nothing but embarrassment for them because they were a weak, mindless sheep.
Corvus, I am slightly embarrassed to call you my Ignis right now. Control yourself, you’re coming across as a pervert. I love the idea of hurting, or being hurt, by all three of you during sex. It makes my toes curl.
Also, I wouldn’t mind stabbing John.
Aran Alis Egan
Wait, are all of you named Malum? I’m confused. I thought Mitch was the only one named Malum.
Also, I’m laughing so hard right now I can’t breathe. John is going to hate that.
Orion Malum
Scorpius and I are members of the noble House of Malum through matehood. Mitch is the only heir of the noble House of Malum. Any other questions, sweetheart? I love talking to you and would rather stay up all night writing in these journals than go to sleep if it means I get to communicate with you.
My love language is obsession.
What is yours, sweetheart?
Corvus Malum
My love language is touch. Thanks for asking, Orion. It’s part of the reason my abilities drive me insane. I also love words of affirmation.
I’m moving to a different realm.
Scorpius Malum
Mitch. I’m cackling. I’ll cuddle you more, you little flaming softie. You just had to ask. Also, my love language is pain. Obviously.
Aran Alis Egan
My love language is quality time.
That is why I love the twins so much. They are always there to support me in big and small ways. It is healthy and fills me with comfort when everything else inside me feels very dark.
Also, we know you’re cackling, Scorpius. Everyone can hear you, and Vegar just told you to shut up. Listen to him or we’re all going to have nightmares.
I’m going to stick with Mitch from now on, for accuracy.
Orion Malum
It hurts me to hear you say that about the twins. It makes me realize how much we’ve failed you. Whatever you need, baby, we will give it to you going forward. We support you. Just to be clear, we will never hurt you for fun, never ever again.
Pinky promise.
Also, I’ll scalp Vegar if he gives you more nightmares, sweetheart. No one hurts my woman and lives. I promise. Don’t worry about anything.
We’ll protect you.
Scorpius Malum
I can’t agree to not hurting her for fun. Pain can be very pleasurable if done right. I want to tie you up and stick a…no, I’m not saying that.
Also, Arabella tell Vegar that if he tells me to shut up one more time, he’s getting stabbed.
Aran Alis Egan
Tell him yourself, coward. Or just make Mitch do it, since he’s the scariest with his fire and is supposed to be a leader. Sometimes I find myself attracted to how ferocious he is.
These books are broken.
Corvus Malum
Scorpius, how did you stop yourself from writing?
I’m fisting my dick and squeezing thinking about all three of you beneath me.
Please don’t read that.
Aran Alis Egan
You’re so obsessed with us. It turns me on, the thought of you being turned on.
Orion Malum
I’m also turned on right now, but I’m glad I have more self-control than Mitch. I am also slightly embarrassed for him right now.
Mitch, tell Vegar to stop telling Scorpius to stop laughing. Our Revered is scared of him giving us all nightmares, and it infuriates me. Do something before I kill him.
Aran Alis Egan
Oh my sun god, Mitch, I can’t believe you actually said something!
Vegar’s just brandished an ink dagger, and I think he’s going to throw it at Mitch for talking back.
Scorpius Malum
Their swords aren’t made of ink. They’re made of nightmares.
Orion, leave the killing to me if it comes to that. I want someone writhing in pain beneath me, although no amount of pain has truly satisfied me lately because I want Arabella beneath me.
Unlike Mitch, I am not ashamed of the truth.
Aran Alis Egan
Damn. Vegar threw the dagger. No one is hurting anyone on my behalf. It stresses me out. Please don’t.
Orion Malum
Mitch, are you okay? That’s the second time you’ve been stabbed today. Also, of course, sweetheart, I will kill them secretly so you do not worry.
Anything so my girl doesn’t stress.
Scorpius Malum:
Fuck, I’m jealous. What’s your secret, Mitch? Arabella, will you stab me?
Aran Alis Egan:
No. No one is killing anyone on my behalf, with my knowledge OR in secret.
I might stab you. It sounds fun.
Scorpius Malum
You’re perfect.
Corvus Malum
Too late. I hate when you call me Mitch.
Aran Alis Egan
What does too late mean? Were you referring to hurting people in secret??????? Also, don’t be sad, baby girl. (hahaha)
Orion Malum
Poor Mitchy needs a kissy. I do love you so much, Mitch, and I hope this name does not hurt your feelings too bad.
Scorpius Malum
His love language is touch. I’m going to crawl down and cover him in kisses.
Corvus Malum
Please come touch me, Scorpius. I am so hard just thinking about it. Sun god, please make it stop.
Aran Alis Egan
AWWWWWWWWW. A part of me loves that you are being vulnerable. I like this side to you. LIES.
Orion Malum
It’s okay, Mitch, I’d come sleep on top of you tonight, but I need to watch Arabella, so I can’t. Try to take some deep breaths.
Scorpius Malum
Do you need me to hurt you, Mitchy? I’ll give you love bites.
Corvus Malum
You have five seconds to get down here or I’m crawling up the bunks.
Orion Malum
Listening to you two make out right now is driving me insane.
Aran Alis Egan
Same.
Chapter 22
Aran
MORE FAILURE
Aliferous (adjective): having wings.
DAY 12, HOUR 11
“Bend your knees and pinch your shoulder blades together.” Knox pulled his shoulders back and shook his wings to demonstrate. “Your power comes from your wings. First, you must learn to fly. Once you’ve mastered your wings, then you’ll be able to use the energy of your feathers to create an ice sword. However—flying is the crucial first step.”
His crystalline feathers were so pale they were almost silver and were streaked in black. They clattered loudly in the quiet forest.
Knox bent his knees, flared his wings wide, then flapped downward with a whoosh as he said, “Without flying, we are nothing.”
He hovered a few feet off the forest floor.
Snow whirled around his levitating body and the frosted forest floor. Gray branches clattered together on a chilly breeze that carried the scent of pine.