She was trying to pull on millions of lines at once, which allowed me to send one after another to the dead army. Merging minds with the weaver’s, I gave the signal as I handed off braided ropes of thin, wispy lines allowing them to diligently hand each one. The largest ones, which were here, I held in place with mana.
“No, I came for my fucking throne, and I’m intending to leave here with it as well as your fucking head.”
A malicious smile spread over my lips as she caught the flicker of gold lines swirling over my forehead. The bright, startling shade of turquoise glowed as the radiance of the gold fleck floated within them, as well. Thin, wispy tendrils slowly slid down my throat, then encircled it like the finest jewelry.
She ducked as a dragon turned, sending his leathery wing toward her. “Do you think your little symbol scares me?” she asked, darting her eyes to the skies as dragons, flaming arrows, and the din of swords meeting in battle echoed around us.
Spinning on my heel, I took in the melee forces she’d called in, who were even now being mowed down, easily. Without her controlling each one with her magic, they were worthless corpses. Unlike mine, who I’d enhanced with the ability to wield weapons from countless hours of watching Knox, and his men train before he’d returned, forcing me to the battlefield where he’d kept my sister in a cage.
“I don’t care if it does or it doesn’t. I’m not here for just you. No, that’s the easiest part of this visit. I’m here to make good on exactly what I said I’d do to you. I’m an honorable bitch like that.”
Lowering my head, I let the land fuel my magic. My hands lifted as “Popular Monster” by Falling in Reverse reverberated throughout the entire kingdom. Let them hear my wrath and feel my flames. As the song began, I turned to the dead and spoke in a dead language she couldn’t understand and turned them into dust particles. Miniature cyclones shot throughout the land, following every line of her magic to the source.
“There, now that your battery tickets have been punched, we can get to it, grandmother. Are you ready to hear me sing? You had Knox ask me to do so if you recall.”
My eyes opened up, showing her every fucking emotion I’d bottled up since the moment I’d returned. I sang along with the lyrics, letting it all come out as wrath, violence, and pain. Raising my hands, I sucked more mana as it collided with my magic and then prepared to be released when the song hit the second chorus.
The moment the song hit it, I shot the largest blast of energy I’d ever managed to aim at the statue I’d left standing in the center of the citadel, by some miracle. Hecate dodged the falling stones of her self-erected monument as they slammed down around her.
I sent more magic punching up through the air before it propelled the lifeless bodies up from the courtyard, then used wind to drive them high, into the air. The dragons shot toward them, catching them before throwing them here, then one-by-one, they consumed portions, allowing the others to rain down around her. A laugh bubbled in my chest as she dodged them, barely missing being hit.
Inside the library, I’d realized the large pentagram placement on the map. The moment I’d seen it, I’d realized it was hers. I’d then routed the path to each element, followed the river, pinning each one before the largest palaces, which all had rivers in front of them. I’d realized I could neutralize her for a while if I disturbed the largest structure, which was connected throughout each realm. The power from each one flowed throughout the pentagram-shaped grid and fed Hecate the realms’ power. Now, all of the realms would have their power back. They’d need it to help us drive the bitch back to her tomb, for good.
Hundreds of grids placed beneath the soil detonated, forcing even more lifeless bodies to shoot through the air. When they dropped, they were impaled on branches or hit the ground like decaying water balloons.
Hecate gradually spun in a circle, eyes flooded with horror, and then light began slamming down into any witch left standing still. The citadel was rubble behind her, which only had me smiling with satisfaction. I’d harnessed every single emotion she’d forced me to feel, saving everything to release against her. The entire time, I’d heard Knox whispering for me to turn my pain into power, as he’d done so many times throughout his lifetime.
Hecate hummed, which called to her familiars. A desperate move to save herself. Dire wolves began tearing at the shield, and the smile on my face dropped, turning icy. Bringing them through the barrier, I forced balls of violent, violet-colored light inside every one of them. The moment they turned toward me, I grinned as I made a popping sound, watching as they exploded to ash.
“That was for Lore. No one fucks with Daddy on my watch, mutts.” I turned back to Hecate. “Sorry, were those your dogs? It must have been something they ate.”
She inched backward as I used the wind to blow the ashes back to her.
“This isn’t happening!” she snarled, which caused a sick, twisted amount of enjoyment to rush through me.
My rattle grew within me, not needing Ember’s help to get my words to come out layered so they echoed around her. “Where the fuck is your God now?”
She turned in a circle, seeking to escape the dragons that were landing, corralling her and preventing her from escaping. Using an unhuman rush of speed, I slammed into her, smiling as she went ass-over-head, rolling over the debris littering the ground. Slowly, I walked around her as the others watched from behind the shield. Her wide, horrified eyes fed my excitement, wanting to rip her apart, bathing in the putrid blood.
“I warned you when I got here, that I’d fucked your world up. Should’ve listened and learned the first time. Next time? You should take a moment to consider how you fuck around. Then calculate what happened, because I will do whatever is needed to ensure you find out how bad you fucked up. You have no home because you messed with those inside of mine. Your network of magic, along with your grids are down, and won’t be easy to repair. I’ve sent a call out to every realm, asking them to divert the river away from your kingdom. My undead army is even as I speak, killing your dark witches. One by one, they’ll all fall down, Hecate.”
When I held my hand out, Killian placed the stake from a white oak tree in it. This was the reason she’d insisted on having trade open to Norvalla. It was the one thing that weakened her, forcing her true form to work ten times harder to heal when harmed. Luckily, she was still fucking stuck inside it, regardless of the time mess up I’d had.
“Don’t do this to me!”
“I warned you. I don’t make idle threats any longer. If I tell you I will do it, believe me.”