DARE THE DEVIL

Bloody hands

SUPERNATURAL REALM

“Why exactly are we having this meeting here?” Bellona snapped at everyone. Just as everyone snapped at each other and their voice rose higher and higher, no one was actually speaking. Their voices grew louder and louder as they exchanged words with each other and rose up from their seats, ready to charge at each other if possible.

Things were going out of hand and each faction’s representatives were losing their minds. It was a meeting that should have happened months ago, but they kept pushing it aside till that very moment. Finally, they had agreed to meet at Wellspring, but it wasn’t going so well.

Alpha Cain, the representative of the wolf faction, glared at everyone while his beast clawed at him with impatience and annoyance. He was clearly irritated by the noise and childlike attitude that they were displaying. But he wasn’t about to leave the meeting or let anyone else leave without accomplishing the aim for which they had come there. It would have been a waste of time and journey and that would be his greatest regret for that day.

Just as he was glaring at them, Rolandas got up from where he sat and turned to the door, without paying much attention to anyone else. Cain’s wolf gnashed at him and his irritation only grew. His hands were gripping the side of his seat and his claws were scraping at it as he tried to rein in his anger. But at long last, he couldn’t and a loud growl escaped his mouth. The silence that followed immediately was haunting especially for him. He could hear the hearts of everyone pounding, not necessarily out of fear but out of the fact that they also needed to catch their breath.

“What is the meaning of this?” he spoke up for the first time since the argument ensued and his voice was anything but pleasant. The coldness and frost laid within was piercing, like sharp needles piercing their skin and his gaze was not any better. His wolf was at the surface and everyone present could feel the energy and power he had evolved around them.

“We came here to get this settled. Behave like adults and get it settled or forget about ever calling such a meeting. If we can’t think for ourselves, why don’t we just sit still and wait for the red hair to show up as she said.” He roared, panting heavily. His claws dug deeper into the chair handles and his veins and muscles clenched in his bid to push his wolf aside. If he allowed him to take control, the day would end with fights, blood and war.

With the silent hall, everyone seemed to have understood themselves and thought for themselves. Slowly, gently, they took their seats and Rolandas returned to his seat, seeing as everything was in control. He had an amusing smile on his face and glow in his eyes. Then he turned to Cain who had taken hold of the situation and acted like the real alpha he was. The only difference was that they were not his pack and taking control like that might not readily walk all the time. Not when there were vampires, witches, demons and werewolves together. Rolandas had truly expected a fight to result from everything.

Seeing as they were all settled and quiet, Cain’s wolf resided slowly and gave up his need to take control. Slowly, he forced himself to relax and retracted his claws.

“Now that we all are headed straight..” Rolandas took over.

“I don’t think it’s a wise idea to send anyone after the red hair again,” he continued. Ever since Luke and Finn returned, each faction had become aware of the danger they faced and how true the prophecy might be if she was that powerful. They had explained how powerful she was and had made them realise that they were blinded by power that they did not see the danger ahead. But because she had given a message that she would be coming to their world. No faction thought it best to send their people to retrieve her when they were all going to die anyway. Instead, they prepared themselves, waited, prepared for a fight and a lot more. She was wanted by the oracle and was the vessel of a prophecy that might doom them all. They had to be readied. But it was three months already and nothing so far had happened. Which had resulted in meeting again.

“She is taking a long time to get here,” Morana bit out calmly. But the harsh and edgy tone she laced within her tongue was enough to tell everyone that she was a few words away from flipping and revealing why she was Morana, a powerful witch..

“Yes, she is. But it's not like we want her here,” Devin entered, representing the demons and with him was the woman everyone recognized as the king’s bride to be. She was just as proud as she was the last time they saw her and her present was deeply disconcerting.

“She is creating more and more issues in the human world.” Another witch beside Morana entered. They had gotten the information from the triad that also got their information from the human triad.

“She is the human’s problem, they should take care of her. The hunters are still in existence, they can handle her.” Bellona sneered, feeling really angry about everything. The thought of that red hair just got her on the edge, not just because she had defeated werewolves and vampires alike but because she had killed her closest in command. Vincent. Not to add that, the thought of having a powerful being just like her.

“If they could, do you think we would be having this meeting,” Lucious, Morana’s husband snapped. It went quiet immediately at the sound of his voice and Bellona snickered. If they thought Morana was powerful, Lucious was more. He almost never came to such things like meetings, since he was always busy with the triad and the king's council but this was a matter of urgency. And when the human triad had reached out to them, he just had to step up.

“Why don’t you send your kind to go after her then?” Bellona just couldn’t have it. Her people had died. A person close to her had died and she wouldn’t want to have a thing to do with that red hair. Even the lady in question didn’t seem to have a business with their world, yet they kept pulling her in.

“The werewolves have done their parts, the vampires also lost people. It’s your turn.” She bit out wickedly. The witches had no right to act like rulers over them simply because they had an oracle that was almost like a supernatural god.

“Can’t you see how scared they are..” Devin grinned, not minding them the very least. He was rather bored and would want to leave there as soon as possible.

“You would be foolish if you didn't get scared.” Morana glared at Bellona.

“You lost your man in their fight with her and the other two became cowards and ran and they would all have been gone. Do you think sending our kind to die is reasonable.”

“But I don’t think it is…” Cain entered, finally seeing a need to speak.

“You are really worried about this red hair that doesn’t seem to care about us the very least. The oracle is like your own god on land, why not go after her yourself. She isn’t a witch, she isn’t even a wolf. Just something with claws and fangs and the attributes of a vampire. A witch can surely handle her.” Everyone nodded their heads, agreeing to his statement. Morana sighed and relaxed into her seat. Her heart was tired and she was truly exhausted. But more to that, she was scared. Scared of so many unseen things, so many past things, hidden details.

“I don’t think she is simply a vampire…” Lucious was the one to speak. His voice was just as powerful, even when he tried his best to sound just as casual. He held power, a lot of it. Rolandas frowned for the very first time since the conversation began and something laced the air. Everyone turned their attention to Lucious and waited for him to speak. He made a gesture of running his hand through bald head, probably due to habit. He once had hair. Brown beautiful hair but as he aged, used more magic, they fell off. He continued maintaining his young age just like his wife, but he left the head bald.

“When the vampires saw her, it was believed that they never saw her in her true form.”

“Vampires do not shift…” Rolandas entered, feeling conflicted and upset about what might come next. There was a bitter taste in the air, it was dreadful and for beings who had lived over hundred years and more, it was pretty nerve wrecking.

“She might not be just a vampire.” He sighed, recalling the very familiar face of a child whose torment had been carried by his own hands.