Chapter 100
Peirce, that brainless brute, thought I gave a damn about breeding the hybrid. My plan? Far more elegant. More permanent. I wanted Elowen’s blood, not her body. She was a divine experiment, the Moon Goddess’s perfect mistake, and when I cracked open her veing, when 1 reduced her to nothing but magic in a vial, I would ascend.
No more wolves. No more fae. No more witches, shifters, or fucking dragons. Just vampires, eternal and glorious. And humanity, leashed and bled dry for all time.
Peirce ranted about children, about controlling Elowen with brute force. But he was so easy to manipulate. A nudge here, a whisper
there…
Compulsion.
My pupils flared with power as I reached through our psychic tether, unnoticed, of course, and twisted. Just enough. I could feel him somewhere in the compound, ranting to a soldier or maybe jerking off to the idea of impregnating the hybrid. It didn’t matter.
“Forget,” I whispered, smiling wickedly as I sent the command. I always made him forget.
The bindings on my victim tightened with a flick of my wrist, and I sank my fangs into the human’s neck. The first mouthful was divine, soaked in terror, and laced with magic residue from whatever pathetic shielding spell had tried to protect him.
Blood dripped from my lips as I threw my head back and cackled.
“She thinks she can win,” I said to the shadows. “She thinks fate gives a damn about justice. But fate is a leash… and I will be the one holding it.”
I tossed the drained corpse aside like garbage and strolled toward the mirror at the edge of the ritual chamber. My reflection grinned back at me, my lips stained red, eyes black as void, skin pale as bone dust.
“Let them gather their armies. Let them summon ancient gods and forgotten kin. I will burn their forests. Shatter their realms. I will drown the moon in blood and build my throne from their bones.”
I touched the mirror with one finger. A crack splintered across the surface like a spiderweb.
“She’s not the savior,” I hissed, my fangs flashing. “She’s the sacrifice,”
The chamber stayed still, and silent, save for the low hum of runes carved into the obsidian walls. Black flame flickered in the candles, casting warped shadows over the blood–stained stone. I stood before the altar, bare–chested, the ancient mark inked into my skin pulsing like a second heartbeat. A spiral of blood magic, threaded with bone dust and shadow.
It was time.
”
I dragged one claw across the tattoo, slow and deliberate. My skin split open, crimson filling the grooves of the mark. The symbol blazed with red light. The air thickened, heavy with smoke, command, and power.
The summoning began. One by one, they came. Shadows twisted into form. My devils. The elite.
The Vampires of the Aegis Protocol.
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Chapter 100
Damael, tall and lean, silver hair like spilled mercury, dead moon eyes, telepathy sharp enough to cut bone.
Valira, the Siren of Flame, crimson hair trailing like fire, lips curled in hunger and disdain.
Ezekiel, the Bone Carver, shirtless, blood–smeared, runes etched across his flesh. He collected souls.
Kareth, youngest looking, eternally smirking, fingers twitching with kinetic blood magic, eyes black as night.
And me, Lucien Virell, their god, their master, their nightmare made flesh. They knelt. Not out of respect. Out of fear.
“Rise, my devils,” I crooned, my voice thick with delight. “The time approaches.”
They stood, and the weight of their presence ignited the air. We were death given form. The last breath of the world that was.
“Prepare the Second Legion,” I commanded, pacing before them. “Send them east. Flank the fae portals we’ve tracked. The hybrid bitch is heading there next. She’s already gathered her wolves, her witches, her humans. She’ll go for the fae next.”
I grinned, it was slow, and razor sharp.“…And when she does, we’ll be waiting.”
Damael tilted his head. “You wish us to slaughter the fae?”
I hummed. “Eventually. But first? We observe. Let them plead. Let them hope. Then we gut their realm from the inside out.”
Valira licked her lips. “And the girl?”
I closed my eyes. I savored the image of her, glowing, furious, and divine.
“Elowen will be ours. Dead or alive.”
Ezekiel chuckled, his voice like gravel and rot. “Alive’s more fun.”
“She will be broken,” I snarled. “Mind. Body. Blood. I will drink the prophecy from her veins. Rip the goddess from her soul. And end this pathetic era of unity before it even begins.”
The room pulsed with power as the Lock dispersed, vanishing into shadow one by one.
I returned to the altar. The summoning mark still glowed on my chest.
“She’s coming,” I whispered to the void. “Let her come, I’ve already seen the end.”
I smiled, my fangs glinting as the blood dried on my skin.
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Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1
