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Below Beloould so prefer not to go below to the catacomb in which my prior incarnation was housed for SO FUCKING LONG I THOUGHT I WOULD GO INSANE But I didn’t I kept htcarried, slipping out the door unnoticed, so to speak, the ultiht of hand
I stop outside the closed doors of the cavern Long ago the king sealed and unsealed the doors of his great citadel in the Unseelie prison, frequently during his ti of Making For such an obsessive entity, he’s a careless bastard Many of his memories are mine Trapped inside the cavern, held ie did ood From outside the cavern it’s quite possibly all I need in order to contain (then kill!) the vestiges of my former self that cannot be permitted to exist within Cruce
I speak the spell that once opened and closed the ancient doors of the king’s personal de wide Unlike the idiot king, I rarely use the same protection spell twice
In the shadowy interior a prince rises, glides toward the open entrance The last tier He’s a giant of a Fae, with enor iridescent flecks, a body of brutal strength and delicious perfection He was nites my blood His superb vessel should be mine
"Cruce," I say as I step across the threshold
He stops, assesses ht would coer to kill him To take from him what I can’t have for myself Now I can only contain and store hihlander until one of the two deadly Hallows are ames are so anticliain
"Did you think I wasn’t listening? You offered me the world," I say "You said I would be your queen" Cruce thinks I’reen Currently "You have the Sinsar Dubh"
He’s wary "That should make you fear me"
"Should it?" I know better I’d been forced to leave behind half the ic I possessed to transfer ht I escaped the abbey, but I’d cleverly embedded the majority of my prior self into the covers of the Book and planted a spell in the pages so that if they were ever read, the sentience I’d forsaken would cease to exist and crumble to dust I will never permit another me to walk free in the world I knohat I’ my queen, wasn’t the only possibility," Cruce probes "I have thought long on that What did he ic of our racewhat power MacKayla possesses that she was able to open the king’s doors He was interred beforevessel discovered me inside her, hence doesn’t know I stand before hireat pretender who lived in Faery for half a million years as a Seelie prince, only to be exposed as the last made Unseelie prince, while I spent an eternity in solitary confinereat pretender and he’s the one ill be imprisoned "We ether"
"Ah, now you seek to rule it withwith Cruce amuses me He can sift I can’t He’s technically more powerful in that ability alone, and when I best him it will prove that my mind is so superior it doesn’t matter what power those around me possess Everyone falls to me eventually He’s a cretin Idiot MacKayla would never have said "rule" She would have said souide" That was his first and only red flag Those that fail to protect themselves deserve any hardom Guard it Or lose it
"Why is that?"
"I believe you absorbed the spells from the Book, but it did not possess you Is that true?" I know it for fact Aside from a few redundancies, spells,to coh so the Book is equal to what I possess, it won’t
He hesitates briefly then nods, eyes narrowed
"Then coer The Fae court has no ruler If you can get them under control and help us with the black holes, the others will accept you"
Ah, there it is, what I wanted to see in his eyes Interest, the belief that he has the possibility of a grand future Desire I knohat impeded desire feels like I knohat Hell is I will rain it down on this planet and everything on it
"You said I raped you You despised ed since then" And how There’s little satisfaction in i an already iry ones, those that fight, those with great ambition, that are so est to break
He studies me a moment "Then kiss me, MacKayla, and take back my name"
Now that the doors are open, he thinks to touch and thereby sift siate her at his leisure He senses a trap, just the wrong one Like s, he overestimates himself, and co-authors his own demise