survived long without his realm, one that was situated so close to my own. He was at his strongest back in the elemental realm and needed that smallest connection to keep him alive. But he could still leave here for periods of time, it just meant that the longer he was away, the weaker he would eventually become. Which always made me wonder, if he was as strong as he was now, then Gods, what would the heartless bastard be capable of back in his own kingdom?
A dark thought indeed.
But, like I said it was that closeness to his own realm that he could still feed from and hence why he had needed my approval. In return I had the use of his men and of his power. In all honesty, it had been the first move I had made when the power I held in Hell began to turn dramatically, and a more equal ground was starting to even out between me and my maker. Much to Lucifer’s annoyance.
But Carn’reau wasn’t the only ruthless bastard that couldn’t give a fuck about being over ambitious in trying to take what he had the power to take. Because I couldn’t give a fuck about ruling all of Hell, as it was not a Gods be damned headache I needed! Not when I had my own kingdom here and one topside. Like I wasn’t busy enough, I thought holding back a frustrated sigh when facing yet another new thorn in my side. Gods, I’d only just got my girl back and the last fucking thing I needed now was some new threat to face!
But with regards to the shift in power, as far as I knew, Lucifer had accepted my word on the matter and believed me when I said I wasn’t interested in ruling his world. How long he would continue to believe this I had no clue, but I knew the bastard was a twitchy fucker when it came to his throne. And I suppose I couldn’t blame him, not after seeing how many times others had tried to overthrow him in the past and take possession of his world.
Thankfully, many had tried and just as many had failed.
In fact, the closest attempt made that had nearly been successful had been the last time. It was when Lucifer had made his one and only weakness known, despite all warnings from those closest to him, including my brother and myself. Through his love for Pythia, now his queen, he had almost failed to keep that throne and now I knew more than most what a weakness could do to a man in power.
For clearly…
It could bring a God to his knees.
It was why I went to such lengths now to keep my own secret, for no one here could know what she meant to me, for I would not make the same mistake my father did. Lucky for Carn’reau his only weakness was the beast whining at his back and nudging its demonic horned head at its master. It looked like some scaled sea snake, with the body of a horse. A beast, that if legends were correct, had once been his royal steed and he had sacrificed much to give life to the creature before me now.
Carn’reau was its maker, just as Lucifer was my own.
Now, the details surrounding it I didn’t know exactly. Only that at one time the Fae who stood next to me now was once worshipped as a God. As for the beast behind him, it was the result of a prayer he heard and couldn’t ignore, not from the beautiful damsel it came from.
But like I said, the details surrounding it were merely a whisper I had picked up during the times spent among his army, for none of them ever believed I knew their native tongue. But what I did know is that the mortal girl who had once been from old Kazan, had been transformed into the winged beast that was currently snapping and whipping out all eight of its black snaked tails.
“Calm yourself, Aysilu!” he hushed back at it, using its given name that meant ‘Beauty as Moon’ in Tatar. Historically, the term Tatars referred to anyone originating from the vast Northern and Central Asian landmass, which was then known as Tartary. This had been dominated by mostly Turco-Mongol semi-nomadic empires and kingdoms. Nations built on the blood spilt by none other than the empire of one Genghis Khan. But as for