Vengeance of a Queen: The Resurrection of Queens, Book 2

I’ve been on the run for a few days now. Once I’d given that window to the witch, I couldn’t stay. I knew I’d served my usefulness, just as I knew I’d been very thoroughly used. The thought still enrages me.

Yet I can’t seem to pull myself away from this mess entirely. I still feel the need to continue the search for Ayla’s sisters. I glance down at the weapon in my hand. This sword can kill Wrath. If that piece of shit ever gets out of Hell, this can kill him. I can kill him.

I’ve been starting to think that maybe it’s time I take my destiny into my own hands. My purpose in this realm is to cause chaos, so what better way to do that than to be completely unpredictable? To side with those no one thinks I’d ever reach out to? Chaos, by its very definition, is disorder and confusion. Teaming up with the queens would certainly cause that in spades. So would killing Wrath.

I’ve had to mute my magical signature to make it harder for Wrath’s newest puppet to find me. I’m still trying to figure out who, exactly, the mage is. I’m also still trying to determine exactly how much of my past is truly my own versus what was done because of Wrath.

It’s…irritating not knowing who you are after a millennium of certainty, but there’s nothing I can do about that now other than slowly unravel my actions.

There’s a soft knock in my head. I’ve apparently finally gone completely insane. Groaning, I attempt to ignore the sound, but it only gets louder and more insistent.

“What?” Hadn’t meant to actually yell that aloud.

“Hello, Malick.”

I still. “Little qu—I mean, Ayla?” Why on earth would she be contacting me?

“I’m going to make this quick. I’ve got an offer for you.”

“Do go on. I’m all ears.” I feel an odd sort of exhilaration flow through me.

“We want whatever information you have on Wrath. In exchange, we’re willing to offer protection from him.”

“How very generous of you, but I noticed that you said just from him. Am I to assume I am not safe from you?”

“We…haven’t decided what to do with you after you’ve given us the information.” At least she doesn’t embarrass herself by lying.

“I’ll think about it.” I slam the connection shut. It seems I have more to think about, more destiny to grab on to.

Wrath

I need to kill something, strangle something with my bare hands, then bathe in blood. The rage inside me is reaching unmanageable levels.

When I get out of this fucking pit, I am going to raze every single fucking thing and then light it on fire.

I will teach all those who think to stand against me who I truly am.