feet and began screaming the foreign language into the air. The light brightened until it felt like it engulfed him completely. It was so beautiful. It reminded him of what heaven had to have looked like.
Pain exploded all over him. The light was ripped away as blindness took over. Marcella’s voice still penetrated his sense of hearing. It was the only thing that was keeping him somewhat calm. As twisting erupted in his heart, everything changed. Dominic gasped against the agony. He was dying for real. He had to be.
* * * *
Samael stared at the scene in utter shock. He’d never seen anything like it before. Rituals were the old way, but even as far as he could remember, he’d never actually seen anyone perform one. He stared up nervously at the light. Most ceremonies were usually acted out of darkness. Evil. Not this one. Marcella had just bypassed bringing in Nemmy. What she was doing was stripping Dominic of almost all of his darkness, repenting for him, and going straight to the source of all good. Did she know what she was messing with? If God wasn’t aware of her presence before, he sure as hell was now. He had to be.
The jerking of the demon began to increase. The light disappeared from above, and Marcella lowered herself to sit next to Dom’s side. “My knight. Let go. I’ll be there for you on the other side.” She stroked back his blond curls and he gasped for breath. The life inside of him was dying. Samael yearned to join her side to help this man go through the change, but he wasn’t stupid enough to break the circle. Marcella had already warned them against it.
Jason reached over and joined hands with Donavon and Ambrose. The men’s fear was quickly overpowering the scent of lavender. They all had grown so close. The bond between the four was unbreakable. Samael knew he wasn’t one of them. Not really, but as the master vampire reached out for him and the shifter held out his hand, he knew they wanted him to be. It was the most acceptance Samael had ever felt from her men. He looked toward where the light had been. A big change was going to happen here tonight, and he wasn’t just talking about their paranormal abilities. Someone from above wanted them all. Samael grabbed their hands and looked at Marcella. Maybe it was exactly what they needed.
As she rested her head against Dominic’s chest, Samael knew the moment the demon’s life source disappeared. Slowly, she sat up. The way her shoulders sagged and she kept her head down told him that she was having a hard time accepting what was happening. She quickly wiped a tear from her eye and leaned over him. “My gift to you, my love.” She locked her lips to Dominic’s, and he watched as she was jerked forward and light exploded from every inch of her body. It looked just like it did whenever she took a soul, yet this time she had given one.
Dominic’s body twitched at the connection and he gasped for air. The hands Samael held within his own broke, and the men began clapping and laughing. Samael couldn’t believe that it had worked. Holy shit. What did this mean for the world? Not only for his father but the people above? He looked at Marcella and watched as Dominic sat up. He knew one thing. If God had been against it, he would have struck them all down on the spot.
Golden eyes stared up at him, and he couldn’t believe they were coming from Dominic. The blue was gone completely. The man he observed no longer was under his control. The tie that linked the demon and Samael, as his master, together, was severed. And as they stared at each other, they both knew it.
Dark ink began to race across his arms, drawing Dom’s attention. The thick lines swirled around and edged off at odd angles, making symbols in the tanned area of his skin. Just like Jason, a large design covered his chest. His eyes shot up to Samael. As he stood, an unknown fear began to form in the pit of Samael’s stomach. If their new plan hadn’t seemed real
Pain exploded all over him. The light was ripped away as blindness took over. Marcella’s voice still penetrated his sense of hearing. It was the only thing that was keeping him somewhat calm. As twisting erupted in his heart, everything changed. Dominic gasped against the agony. He was dying for real. He had to be.
* * * *
Samael stared at the scene in utter shock. He’d never seen anything like it before. Rituals were the old way, but even as far as he could remember, he’d never actually seen anyone perform one. He stared up nervously at the light. Most ceremonies were usually acted out of darkness. Evil. Not this one. Marcella had just bypassed bringing in Nemmy. What she was doing was stripping Dominic of almost all of his darkness, repenting for him, and going straight to the source of all good. Did she know what she was messing with? If God wasn’t aware of her presence before, he sure as hell was now. He had to be.
The jerking of the demon began to increase. The light disappeared from above, and Marcella lowered herself to sit next to Dom’s side. “My knight. Let go. I’ll be there for you on the other side.” She stroked back his blond curls and he gasped for breath. The life inside of him was dying. Samael yearned to join her side to help this man go through the change, but he wasn’t stupid enough to break the circle. Marcella had already warned them against it.
Jason reached over and joined hands with Donavon and Ambrose. The men’s fear was quickly overpowering the scent of lavender. They all had grown so close. The bond between the four was unbreakable. Samael knew he wasn’t one of them. Not really, but as the master vampire reached out for him and the shifter held out his hand, he knew they wanted him to be. It was the most acceptance Samael had ever felt from her men. He looked toward where the light had been. A big change was going to happen here tonight, and he wasn’t just talking about their paranormal abilities. Someone from above wanted them all. Samael grabbed their hands and looked at Marcella. Maybe it was exactly what they needed.
As she rested her head against Dominic’s chest, Samael knew the moment the demon’s life source disappeared. Slowly, she sat up. The way her shoulders sagged and she kept her head down told him that she was having a hard time accepting what was happening. She quickly wiped a tear from her eye and leaned over him. “My gift to you, my love.” She locked her lips to Dominic’s, and he watched as she was jerked forward and light exploded from every inch of her body. It looked just like it did whenever she took a soul, yet this time she had given one.
Dominic’s body twitched at the connection and he gasped for air. The hands Samael held within his own broke, and the men began clapping and laughing. Samael couldn’t believe that it had worked. Holy shit. What did this mean for the world? Not only for his father but the people above? He looked at Marcella and watched as Dominic sat up. He knew one thing. If God had been against it, he would have struck them all down on the spot.
Golden eyes stared up at him, and he couldn’t believe they were coming from Dominic. The blue was gone completely. The man he observed no longer was under his control. The tie that linked the demon and Samael, as his master, together, was severed. And as they stared at each other, they both knew it.
Dark ink began to race across his arms, drawing Dom’s attention. The thick lines swirled around and edged off at odd angles, making symbols in the tanned area of his skin. Just like Jason, a large design covered his chest. His eyes shot up to Samael. As he stood, an unknown fear began to form in the pit of Samael’s stomach. If their new plan hadn’t seemed real
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