Retribution, Devotion by Kai Leakes Page A

Fallen Arch Bernael. While the evil old one lay on the battlefield dying by the hands of the extinct co-angel of death Gabriel, he was fused into the Cursed bitten Vessel named Caius Grete, a cruel human who bartered with the Dark for more power to become a general in the Roman army because he knew he carried the Nephilim DNA strain. He was accepted into the Cursed fold with the sole purpose to be created as a test to see if the Dark were able to create life and extend their ranks.
    Being the first and only created Dark Nephilim, procreation was a gift lost to them in the Fall unlike with their enemy. In order to make Dark Nephilim, the Bite had to be given or humans had to submit to the Dark through handing their souls over. This was the case of Caius Grete. He willingly did both for his own gain. He dropped Grete and became Caius Primus de M’ylce of the House of Deception. As the King of the Curse Society, he had earned his transition into the Curse and ruled it with malevolent power.
    King Caius watched her mistress with a cool expression. His ebon eyes were rimmed in ruby rings that glinted in the light while studying his daughter. He calmly strummed his fingers on the glossy midnight surface of the council table in contrived attentiveness. Observing the Royal House ring that adorned his right pinky, Nydia let her anger simmer through her body to fuse with the pain running down her spinal cord.
    The Medusa knew her King; she knew him very well. Pulsing veins at each bronze temple displayed his quiet fury. Nydia could almost breathe her mistress’s equally agitated fury, which amused her. Reina was ready to shred someone or something apart, again. The bloody slurry of black-red intestines and bowels that currently lay at Reina’s feet had Nydia staring in delight with a malicious smile. The lax councilmember didn’t see it coming when her mistress snatched him up in her quiet angst and ended his darkness.
    His death meant nothing to her as she casually took her seat at the societal table before the meeting started. The council member was the usual casualty of Reina’s tantrums and considering her mistress was still angry about recently losing the battle with the deceased Oracle, he made a great punching bag. Everyone in the royal council was used to this, considering everyone of lower standing was easy prey.
    â€œThe more souls we pollute, the more humans who succumb to our darkness, adds to our garrison; and if we allow them to take from the numerous vessels we have already obtained . . .” The King paused. His nails persistently drummed on the arm of his chair until he continued. “The fact that my son is alive and on their side . . .”
    The chambers rumbled with mutters. Currents of dark light surged then cackled while plumes of fire lit around the Mad King’s eyes. “We will move on from that. Disgrace and betrayal from within . . . as I was stating, reiterating only pisses me off, daughter, but you clearly know that don’t you?”
    Nydia watched the Dark Princess swallow deeply due to frustration and rage. The fact that Marco was living was a shock to her as well, but she knew for her mistress that his appearance was a bigger disappointment. It also was a clear insult, as well as at the fact that she was just disrespected and blamed for something Nydia knew Reina had no control over. Had Reina been a random councilmember who just gave the Mad King the type of contempt he had just spit out, her tongue would have been ripped from her body, all the while as he took his joy in taking out his fury on the rest of her body. Fortunately, Reina was the Princess and she was needed. However, on another note, what he had explained before was true.
    The true King, the Dark Lord Luc would take it upon himself to wipe out his Dark Nephilims and bring about the end of days without them for failing. While they all burned into cinders for eternity, his beasts and the First Fallen would