Chosen Fool (Forever Evermore #5)

I blinked. “You’re one damn condescending bastard.” I turned away, griping as I moved, “And I didn’t even get a fucking thank you for my hard work.”


Mr Damon chuckled quietly, murmuring softly, “And you still won’t get one once we wipe their memories.” His brows lifted. “The Temple is sounding better and better, isn’t it?”

“Shh,” I muttered quietly, glancing back at the group. My gaze roamed and landed directly on King Zeller, whose brows had lifted, he apparently having heard the comment. “Great.” I glared back at Mr Damon. “He’s all yours when we’re done here. I’m not about to tackle his ass to do what we have to.”

“Not a problem,” Mr Damon stated factually, even as I heard a slight ruckus happening behind us. We ignored it, the three of us spreading out in the room.

“Fuck, I hope I didn’t kill as many as I think I did,” I murmured, starting to glow as I set my swords down on the ground. “This isn’t going to feel pretty.”

Mrs Damon, still covered in black blood, clipped in her prim tone, “Maybe next time you won’t rush off like the damn grim reaper, and instead hang back like you should have.”

“Enough,” Mr Damon murmured, each of us glowing brightly. All three of us were raising our arms to shoulder-level in front of us, palms down toward the ground. “Let’s finish this.”

Jaw clenched, I let my power out through my hands, bright white shining down on the floor. There was enough light from the three of us to fill our half of the room. I heard gasps and even a few screams from those in the protected area, all of them now able to see from our power the Shadow bodies littering the floor, the entire floor a freaking deadly battleground of the evil departed.

I pulled from the stars, from the pure, shouting on a groan as I drew the magnitude of malevolence into my hands, lifting my arms high. All the Shadows I had killed elevated into the air. Which was at least half of the Shadow bodies. I screamed, “Ah shit, this is gonna hurt!”

I slammed my hands down hard, unable to do anything else. I let the fire from the stars out through my palms, the dead Shadows I had killed instantly shattering into millions of tiny pieces. Groaning, I crashed my hands together, and all of those pieces flew in front of me in a straight line. I shouted the order, stars sparkling with each of my breaths, “Come to me.”

As I inhaled heavily, the black particles of pure evil flew straight into my mouth. My head flew back with the force of the impact as I fell to my knees, my eyes glowing fiercely on the ceiling. I zoned out, time passing, unaware, but knowing Mr Damon and Mrs Damon were also doing their part. My Core expanded from the influx of sinful darkness and the fight of spirit versus evil, malevolence crawling over my body like ants. A small piece of myself broke, wanting to kill and torture and rape. The evil was whispering in my ears.

I screamed and grabbed my head, cleaned of blood from the disintegration, even as my Core began to beat a heavy rhythm in time to my heart. My magic was fighting back, trying to stay in place. I rocked back and forth to keep from doing as the darkness whispered, demanded, ordered me to do. It was begging, pleading, and then trying to trick and coax me. I screamed again, seeing Mr Damon’s face in front of me while hearing Mrs Damon shouting at everyone to stay back behind the protection.

Lying on my side now, I hissed, “Get back! Get back!”

And then I growled furiously, “I will fucking kill you!”

“Focus, Caro,” Mr Damon ordered gruffly as he slammed me onto my stomach. He kept a forearm on the back of my neck and his left knee pressed between my shoulder blades. I tried not to fight back, keeping my hands above my head and face down into the wooden floor as another scream of rage and pain ripped through me. “Focus, goddamn it!”

I trembled under him, my Core throbbing with the effort to take in so much while tiny whispers of the depraved poured over my skin. I screamed again.

He muttered a curse above me, shouting, “It’s too much. She’s too damn young.” Even as I bucked under him, he shouted, “Tavia, get Leric now. Before she loses the control she’s fighting for.”

Not a second later with a flash of white light, I lost it, sending a pulse wave behind me. I heard Mr Damon grunt, his weight suddenly gone. I rose to my knees, growling quietly, not hearing him land anywhere. No sounds. Just absolute frenzy.

Rage.

I jerked my head back, only the feral part of me shining through my eyes, and I saw Mr Damon glowing about ten feet in the air, caught there by a certain Elder Elemental. I shouted in fury, jumping to my feet, and started throwing pulse wave after pulse wave at the golden protection, aiming directly at Elder Jacobs. His eyes remained glowing, his hand raised in the direction of Mr Damon, keeping the spirit Elemental protected.

The golden protection wavered.

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