His power had been taken from him. Time itself had been stopped in order to strip him of everything that had given him an edge. Despite his machinations and years of planning, it had all been dismantled in a matter of minutes.
As the world resumed its flow, I realized my hand was still up. Thieron was between us. Spirit glanced down for a moment, but he didn't get the chance to react.
I pushed the blade forward, deep into his chest. I heard its song as it pierced through him and commanded that his existence be ended, right here, right now. The Spirit Bender gasped. His figure disintegrated in a shower of white sparks that scattered across the inflamed whiteness still reigning over Aledras.
The light was still coming. The ritual was about to unfold.
Without a moment's thought, I pressed Thieron's blade against my lips. I could almost sense the Spirit Bender's essence, somehow embedded into it—as if he'd simply been returned to his point of origin, the very core of Death's cosmic power concentrated into the three pieces that made up her scythe.
"Ha'krul. Ha'bril. Ha'shemenef," I whispered into Zetos, the cold metal making my lips tingle.
Death looked at Lumi and Nethissis. "Dear brother, thank you for your offer to help. Fortunately, I still had an ace up my sleeve, as you can see."
Around us, the light expanded, eager to consume everything in its path. I heard my friends whisper and murmur as they got closer together. Soul said something about me being way cooler than he'd thought.
But my heart was pumping as I continued my death spell. "Ka'fune. Ka'ori. Ka'sheniel."
Zetos began to react, and I could swear I could hear it whispering back, repeating every word I gave it. For a moment, the two of us spoke at once, on the brink of nothingness.
"I was ready to do whatever it takes," the Word said through Lumi and Nethissis at once. "What your offspring did has caused a grave imbalance in the universe, sister. The others will not be pleased."
"They'll have to suck it. We're fixing it," Death retorted. "Though I do appreciate your concern. It's most brotherly of you."
"Are you people kidding me?!" Amelia blurted. "The world's about to end, and you're exchanging pleasantries?"
"Relax, toots." Soul chuckled. I couldn't see any of them anymore, as the light was intensifying and blinding us all, but I could hear them. I could feel them all close to my heart, forever tied to me through bonds that transcended time and space.
As I whispered the final words of the spell, everyone I knew and loved presented themselves to me in a flurry of flashbacks that dated all the way back to my birth. Astonishingly, I could see my mother holding me in her arms, her beautiful face covered in sweat, and my father fawning over me, thrilled to welcome his heir into the world.
"You'll make a great king someday," he said.
"Ma'vari. Ma'omania. Ma'feshalim. You are mine, and I am yours," I murmured, tears streaming down my cheeks as I wondered if I'd ever get to see my father again. I'd left him to die in The Shade.
Ma'vari. Ma'omania. Ma'feshalim. Thieron echoed back, as if agreeing to my demand.
"Give him a second," Soul said to Amelia. "He's got this."
"Tae…" Eira's voice came through, and she manifested as warm sunlight flowing through my body, like the million kisses of summer and sweet nectar… like the promise that tomorrow would still come, and it would bring her to me.
I was gone from this world for a moment. I was with Thieron, somewhere between the many strings of the universe. One with the instrument of Death, my soul tied to it, irreversibly connected to it. In this white light, Eira's presence prevailed, much to my surprise. All I wanted was to get back to her. To hold her in my arms and to thank the fates for having brought her into my life.
Opening my eyes, I felt a sudden relief, as if a thousand bombs had been set off inside me. A pulse erupted from Thieron and warped through me, making changes on an atomic level. But it didn't stop there.
It burst outward and knocked everyone back, except Death, Lumi, and Nethissis. They stood firmly while the others came down, like trees in the path of a hydrogen bomb's blast. The pulse went out, stretching for billions of miles across the In-Between and the Supernatural Dimension.
It cut through the light like a red-hot knife through cold butter. The ritual's ominous glow fizzled into incandescent flakes, revealing Aledras for what it still was: a world with beautiful sights and elevated cities. All the damage had somehow been reversed, as the light sparks faded away.
The sky was clear and blue.
With trembling fingers still wrapped around Thieron's handle, I exhaled sharply and found the strength to take in my surroundings. They were alive. Dazed and confused, knocked over by the pulse, but breathing and moving.
The Reapers flickered like bad holograms for a minute or so, until they regained their visible forms. The spirits were lost and scattered around. The ghouls were down on the ground, covering their heads and shaking like leaves in the wind.
Death and the Word smiled at me—the three of them.
And I smiled back. I had no idea what the pulse would do beyond Aledras. I only knew I'd set it free, beckoning Thieron to help me stop the madness, so no more people would die. The Hermessi's ritual had finally been ended, long after its beginning, but it had been ended for good, this time.
I could breathe again. I would live.
Zeriel
The sanctuary had become a ball of white light, enormous in size and as bright as a miniature sun. My soul was tattered, my heart broken a thousand times over. I could barely see anything, and yet I could not look away.
Up there were people I'd held dear for a long time, among them my fiancée and the love of my life. I'd been bracing myself for this ending, but I couldn't accept it. I still couldn't adjust. In a few minutes, I'd be gone, and so would Vesta and millions of other fae. We'd done nothing to deserve this mindless wrath.
For as long as I could remember, I'd done my best to live a good life, to be a decent Tritone. I'd sought to harm no one, unless it was in self-defense. Granted, I'd never been the most noble or righteous of Calliope's monarchs, but I'd been kind and forgiving. Even with Azazel's reign threatening to destroy everything, I'd held on to the hope that better days might come.
Upon discovering Neraka and its complicated, bloody history, I'd put my own life on the line to make sure that others got their chance at a better future, much like I and my people before them. My path had crossed Vesta’s along the way, and nothing was ever the same after that. Our Stravian mission had brought us close, tying our life threads together, and only death could tear us apart.
I'd found love and comfort in her arms. Bliss and sweetness in her smile. Energy and humor in her mind. The four elements had made her a noteworthy fighter, and, by the stars, Vesta had everything a creature like me could ever wish for. The strength of her character amazed me, even now.
But death was coming for us all, and I doubted anything could be done about it. The one thing that could break us had finally arrived, so bright and beautiful that it caused conflicts in my emotions. On one hand, I wanted to run and hide, overcome with crippling dread. On the other hand, however, I had to keep looking, to understand this cosmic beauty and the destruction it was about to unleash.
My ears were ringing.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I knelt on the ground, the light growing brighter from within the sanctuary. My lips moved, aching to say her name, over and over again. My resolve wormed its way to the surface, eventually. If I was to die, I would do so while looking up at my beloved Vesta, my warrior fae.
I would look death in the eyes.
