Chains of the Sciell Book 2 Merging Worlds Series

“You’re in an unfortunate mood.”

Every dark emotion hardened into a single entity with one goal—destroying the owner of that voice. He didn’t know if he could tap into that power Shade talked about. He’d see now. He would demolish this thing inside out.

He turned. A feeling kicked his anger in the back of the knees. Attacking it would do nothing.

It was made of Darkness, only thicker like oil. It coiled around a humanoid form looking like it soaked itself in a sewer. The aura was ghastly. This thing took every indecent aspect of the world and sewed it into flesh. It rolled around negative emotions found in whore houses, dark alleys, graveyards. The thing’s aura defined smut.

He knew this thing. He always despised it.

“I see it was smart to take on this form while appearing before you.”

Divine didn’t trust himself to speak. He wanted desperately to curse it until his words became poison eating its fetid body.

“Even after all this time. Why do you hate me? Cora liked me.”

“You’re as ugly as she is, that’s why she liked you. I hate you because you look like her.”

Divine spoke. He didn’t know the meaning behind his words. He didn’t enjoy this feeling of being controlled by something intangible.

“You aren’t like Blae and Royal. They were at least curious about this place. You don’t care. Why? It holds some of your lost memories.”

He didn’t care about that. He never had a friend – a real friend not someone who just wanted to get drunk off his scent. Shade saw him and didn’t cringe. She appreciated his company. She was sad and lonely and he didn’t want her to be. They were only together a couple of days. She was silent for most of it. He’d rather be traveling with her— without his memories.

Thinking of this was making him bitter. He never liked people. Never missed anyone. He didn’t want these feelings. He hated this beastly creature for making him admit he missed Shade, was worried about her and was angry because he didn’t think he’d ever see her again. One person shouldn’t have this much control over him, especially someone he barely knew.

“As I thought, you will not answer my question.”

Her voice made Divine want to break things.

“You are already standing on the edge. You did half my work for me. I don’t intend to push you over. I’m not stupid.”

All he wanted to do was find out if this thing had blood and paint the walls with it.

“I could use you. I’d like to see Royal one last time.”

She was gone.

Divine needed to move. Emotion he didn’t like or didn’t understand gnawed his insides. He needed to break something. If he didn’t, his entire being would shatter. Why did he feel both vicious aversion and possessiveness of this Royal? He needed to keep moving. His emotions seemed determined to reveal themselves all at once.