Page 77 of Destruction of Two

No.No.

Emotions rip through my chest until I feel like the erratically beating heart inside me is going to explode.

I’m numb, so fucking numb as Izara takes a step back and sits upon that burning throne of her father’s making. Of the devil’s making.

The moment she sits upon it, a change rips through her. Her body arches and a gasp tears from her lips. Her whole body trembles and she squeezes her eyes closed against what looks to be pain.

I want to reach for her, to separate that goddamn space between us but I drop to my knees instead. Because the emotions are too much. They’re tearing through me, rising, rising…

Izara opens her eyes and I watch, with unbidden tears sliding down my cheeks, as one of her eyes melts from whiskey to glittering gold, and the other is consumed with black.

And when she smiles, I know there is no trace of Izara left within her, because her Prod has fully taken over.

“Izara…” Saint takes a tentative step towards her.

He doesn’t get a chance to say anything else.

Because at that moment, the portal is thrown open wider…

... and all of hell pours through.

The End.