Dark Hearts
1961 Words
He stumbled into the confines of his darkened room, falling to the ground with a sickening c***k echoing around him because of the collision between his knees and the cold, black marble.
His hands were in his hair as he tried to get rid of the voices blaring all around him, the cries of the dead, the sounds of his demons as he put his hands flat on the floor, his fingertips turning black, as darkness veined over his pale skin, gripping him further.
He had seen her.
Sitting there, in front of him, smiling at him with her deep, blue eyes filled with wonder and fascination.
She was right there.
His mate.
The one he had always dreaded finding because he didn't wish to subject another person to the agony that was his own life. The pain that had always become an unwelcome companion in his journey through life, now seemed even more extreme, considering that there was now a chance of infecting her with that pain as well; emotionally and possibly physically too.
The burden born by him of all those forgotten by the sands of time, all those who passed onto his purgatory, had always been just his to bear and he hated to thought of bringing someone innocent as her into a place which was so corrupt and dreadful.
She was his mate, but he prayed that they would never come across each other again.
He had suppressed his true self in front of her, hoping that she wouldn't find out that he was her mate as well. He couldn't allow her to be caught up in his mess, not when things had been more terrifying than usual.
That was when the double doors of his room opened up and he looked up to where the intruder now stood at the top of the two stairs which descended into his room from his door.
"Go away, Scythe. I'm not in the mood for company." He grumbled, turning his eyes back towards the floor where he sat back on his heels, staring at nothing in particular as he tried to rid his mind of the pain that only continued to rise in his chest.
Scythe rolled her crimson eyes, "oh, come on now, Ez, what are you being dramatic about today?" She asked stepping inside the spacious room after closing the door behind her.
He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the image of his mate's ethereal face, gripping the roots of his hair as he felt Scythe coming closer to him before crouching down in front of him.
She reached out to place her hands on his face, making him look into her crimson eyes and her freckled face.
"Are you upset that I didn't join you to your brother's little soirée?" She asked in a sultry tone of voice, "you know I don't prefer going out in public with you, Ez. It's bad for my reputation to be seen with you." She smiled innocently, "you understand that, don't you?" She cooed, gently grazing the flecks of his hair, touching his flawless face.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking in deep breaths as he tried to control his racing thoughts, knowing well that he couldn't possibly tell Scythe about the mate he had just come across.
Scythe was a lesser Fae who lived in Sorin for the majority of time but when she wasn't in the Fae lands, she was with him, in his realm, in his chambers, in his bed.
She was tall, but only reached till his chin, her lean built and straight hair falling till her shoulders were enough to make her a marvel to look at. Her skin was paler than the moon itself, and her crimson red eyes and dark lips along with the signature Fae pointed ears, made for a devil in the disguise of a goddess.
"Ezra!" She said sharply, "are you even listening to me?" She asked him, clutching his face tighter in her hands as he finally broke the chain of his thoughts regarding the daughter of the moon. "Are you understanding why I wasn't there with you in Nyx's party?" She almost hissed.
This was the other side of Scythe, the one who was enraged easily and was volatile. Her craving to exert dominance didn't always sit well with Ezra, but he had no choice but to bear it. She made things easier for him.
And she was another reason why he couldn't bring his mate into the chaos that was his life or his realm.
He couldn't do that to her.
"Yes, I do." He muttered out, blinking away his wearied thoughts as Scythe smiled victoriously.
"Perfect." She mumbled, patting his cheek before she leaned forward to place her lips on his.
He closed his eyes and for a brief moment, he pretended that his life was the same way it had been, about two hours ago.
His hand gripped the back of her neck as she came to stradle his lap while their tongues fought for dominance.
She let out a lustful moan as he pulled her closer to himself, devouring her mouth with every bit of resolve he could muster.
But when he saw his mate's grin flashing behind his eyes once again, he pulled back, almost as if he had been struck by lightning.
Scythe looked at him, drunk on the passion, with a sensuous smirk as her index finger grazed his sharp jawline, "what has gotten into you today? You're more....you, than on most days." She said, grinning widely as she leaned forward and started kissing his jaw, her hand slipping underneath his shirt where he had left the first few buttons open.
He didn't speak, closing his eyes to get rid of the images from the short conversation he had with his mate.
Ophelia Anerva.
That's what she said his name was. It was a melody in itself.
In her eyes, he saw challenge, he saw excitement when she talked to him. He saw hope, flickering like the flame of a dying candle, and in those eyes, he saw pain. More profound than anything he had witnessed in someone other than himself.
Her whole presence was so melancholic and yet, so addictive that he wished to hook himself onto her.
He couldn't breathe in her presence, he couldn't help but feel like she had him trapped under her stormy blue orbs.
And the more he thought of her, the more disgusted he felt about having the woman who was sitting in his lap at the moment.
He placed his hands on Scythe's arms, trying to nudge her away, "Scythe, stop..." He mumbled, trying to get back to his senses.
However, Scythe's hands went to the remaining buttons of his shirt as she began to undo them, his words falling into deaf years.
He shook his head with a pained expression on his face, "Scythe, no...stop..." He whispered, gripping her arms tighter, pushing her away.
She increased her grip on her, which was strong but still not a match for his own strength.
"I SAID STOP!" Ezra screamed, pushing her down from his lap as he glared at her with wide eyes.
Scythe looked at him with an offended expression. "You know what, Ezra?" She chided, "I am getting extremely tired of your whining and your mood swings." She spat, standing up, leaving him on the ground but he wasn't even listening to a single word coming out of her mouth.
His mind was otherwise occupied.
Scythe gave him a hateful look, "and get a f*****g grip, for Sorin's sake! You're the b****y God of Death!" She then stomped out of his room, banging the door on her way out.
Ezra then stood up, looking around the room that had been his for as long as he could remember.
Thick black marble made the floor, with white veins here and there while even his walls had been painted in the darkest shades of onyx and gold. A circular bed with satin gold sheets and cushions was placed against the wall in front of him and in one corner of the room, a grand piano was placed in front of a small bar counter, carrying all forms of liquors. And in the other side of the room, there was a long shelf, filled to the brim with books.
He felt cold breeze entering the room from the long window to his right as he turned his gaze to look out into the view of his vast realm before he hung his head low and went to sit down on the bed with a defeated sigh.
"The f**k am I going to do about this!" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes briefly as he ran his hand through his inky hair.
That was when a stabbing ache appeared in his back and he doubled over, reaching his hand to his shoulder blade.
"What the hell?" He mumbled when he didn't feel any injury.
The pain he felt was so real that he closed his eyes for a brief moment and what he saw then, was enough to make his blood run cold.
It had been a vision of some woman attacking Ophelia, his mate, and stabbing her fatally.
Ezra gasped loudly as he opened his eyes when he felt the effect of another knife stabbing into his back.
He furrowed his brows in confusion.
He didn't know who the woman with Ophelia had been. He didn't know why she had stabbed her in the back. He was even surprised to realize the fact that the bond between him and Ophelia had already begun to manifest itself.
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and focused on finding Ophelia.
He had to know where she was now. He had to save her.
He knew that he didn't want her to be a part of his life, however, there was no denying the fact that the desire to save her was greater than anything he had ever felt before.
He tugged at the gossamer string of their newly found bond as he tried to reach out to her end, hoping to find out where she was or if she was even alive.
He knew that if she died then she would come directly into his own realm but he didn't want that for her.
He wanted to help her, even if that meant breaking his own rules about changing inevitable death.
And that was when her image appeared in his mind once again like a fog clearing up.
In an unknown forest, she laid shivering on the cold, hard ground, breathing weakly, as her eyes threatened to close forever.
Panic struck deeply in his heart as he conjured up his powers in the palm of his hand and then, into a black smoke, he disappeared entirely.
All that mattered to him, at this moment, was making sure that she wouldn't die. He couldn't accept that thought.
Not when he had just found his mate.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, well, well, the God of Death is Ophelia's mate. I was trulyy surprised that none of you guessed this already. Anyhow, we are officially into the story of the God of Death and the Queen of Wolves. I hope that you will all enjoy this to the fullest.
WARNING: This story is 18+ so you will find all kinds of mature content. However, I will be mentioning warnings wherever needed so that you can stop reading the scenes that might make you uncomfortable. s****l scenes will have no warning, since it is understood that this book will have a LOT of them.
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With Love, Devu.
- Writer
