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Pale bare feet turned red with each step as Lady Death entered the blood-soaked living room. So much pain and death in one place, and so close to Merrow waters at that. How could her curiosity resist? Whispers of death screams came to her as she closed her eyes and deeply inhaled. Echoes of the small covens last moments, the clashing of weapons and spells, death screams, the roaring of the circles single Joker, the Pareya fighting while also calling out to their submissive and children.
A soft sigh left her lips as she looked down at the two small bodies. One not even old enough for her inheritance, the other maybe just gained his inheritance recently, a little fledgling Alpha. Lights snuffed out too soon.
Well almost.
Her head cocked to the side in interest as she saw the small flickering still inside the young boy’s chest. Moving closer, she crouched to get on his level when the boys head shot up. Pitch black dark eyes sitting on a cut up and blood covered face met hers with no sign of fear or any hesitation.
“One more step and I’ll skin you.”
A strong voice coming from such a small and torn up body. She imagined it would be broken and full of pain if not for the rage she could hear covering it. Baring his small fangs at her in a dark promise.
“You don’t even know who I am Little One.”
How he was alive with his life force flickering so weakly was intriguing to her. His body shaking with exhaustion even as he fought to push himself upright, blood dripping from the large gaping hole in his stomach, one arm hanging limply connected only by a few tendons.
“I know exactly who you are Lady. You and yours just took EVERYTHING from me. I WILL find and skin them all for tearing apart my parents and little sister!”
Lady Death sat back as she considered the young part-merrow before her then took in the carnage surrounding them.
“I did not sanction this Little One. My Court does not massacre needlessly or hunt children. If they claimed to be mine, they were lying.”
The light inside the boy flickered more as the look of hopelessness crossed his eyes before filling once more with determination. A heavy splash of blood adding to the floor as he shoved his body forward, grabbing a fist full of her cloak.
“You will NOT take me yet Lady. I will not leave until those scum who took my family are in pieces. In the ground, dust, no coming back. No way in any of the realms.”
A smirk formed on her lips as she felt the rage and need for death coming from the boy.
“You can make no demands of me, Little One.”
A weak whine was his response before he tugged her robes harder, she could feel the warm drops of his blood dripping from his wounds, landing on her feet.
“They took my family circle, by those beasts’ choices, they are now in your realm. I watched them cut, torture and kill my parents and sister. I will live to hunt and destroy them in return. I will build back my family on top of their ashes and no one will dare to touch them again.”
A blood thirsty smile came across Lady Death’s lips, “You would hunt them and bring their souls to me? Punish them, for me?”
A dark glint entered the boys’ eyes as a dark energy started swirling around the two. She watched as the flickering light in his chest started to grow stronger as well as turning a darker shade by the second. Lady Death pulled him into her arms, holding him like the child he still was as she smiled sharply down at him.
“You would continue to live and deliver their souls to my court. You would make them suffer for their transgressions in my name? For your family and your circle?”
His words poured out of him as much as the crimson reminder of his mortality dripping onto Death’s robe, a reflection of the very life he clung to, and would forever fight to obtain and keep.
“To keep Mine safe and destroy those that have wronged in your name, I will do what you ask of me… My Lady.”
She took his face in both of her hands, smearing the blood covering his cheeks, as she took in all of the young man before her. Death magic pressed in around both of them. Much like the rage and pain swirling inside of him, the deadly hope in his eyes, the pale tone of his skin from blood loss.
“You will find those lacking or unworthy and bring them to me. In return, you and yours will always be safe in My shadows.”
Dry and death cold lips brushed the boy’s forehead, shadows rose up and covered his body like a blanket. Bringing a sweet numbness to his wounds.
“My Little Judge.”