Page 25 of His to Break
KARA
E verywhere is chaos as I stride forward, my presence commanding.
Dark elves and humans alike scatter in the wake of my power.
The thrill of it sends a shiver through me; I’ve never felt so alive.
With a flick of my wrist, I raise my hand, and the dark elf soldiers freeze in their tracks, their eyes glazing over like glassy marbles.
“You’re mine now,” I say, my voice dripping with the hypnotic pull of my incubus powers. Each word resonates through the air, wrapping around them like a silken thread. One by one, they drop to their knees, surrendering their wills to me.
I revel in the sight—the dark elves, once so confident and cruel, reduced to mere puppets at my command. A surge of power rushes through me as I turn to face the other humans. Behind me, they rise up emboldened by what they see—fists raised, faces fierce with newfound determination.
“Charge!” someone shouts, and the air fills with a roar of defiance. The human slaves rush forward, weapons glinting in the dim light as they take aim at the remaining dark elves. My heart swells; this is more than just survival—this is rebellion.
The tide turns in our favor, and a smile spreads across my face as I watch them fight back against their oppressors. For too long we’ve cowered in fear; now we rise together like a wave crashing against tyranny.
“Fight for your freedom!” I call out to them, urging them on with every ounce of strength I possess. My voice slices through the din like a knife; it ignites something primal within them.
And deep down, I know exactly what I want: to claim not just victory but dominion over those who thought themselves untouchable. They will bow before me—before us—and acknowledge our power.
A dark elf lunges toward me, rage twisting his features. But he’s too late; with a mere thought, he stumbles forward into submission. “Kneel,” I command softly but firmly.
His body obeys instinctively as he collapses before me. Satisfaction swells within—a delicious hunger that mingles with the power thrumming in my veins.
This is mine now: my rebellion and my destiny entwined with Azrael’s vision for our future—a future where no one can take anything from us again. As long as I stand here—powerful and resolute—no force can stand against us.
The chaos of battle swirls around me, but my focus narrows to the figure before us.
Hagaruz stands tall, the dark elf noble’s sneer twisted with triumph.
In his hand, he holds the orb of the contract, a pulsating sphere that seems to hum with malicious energy.
I can feel its power thrumming in the air, and dread curls in my stomach.
“You think you can stop me?” Hagaruz taunts, his voice smooth as silk. His eyes glint with something darker.
Azrael’s body tenses beside me; I sense his struggle against the pull of the orb. “No…” he growls, his muscles quivering with the effort to resist its grip.
Hagaruz chuckles, savoring our predicament. “Did you think this was all coincidence? Azrael was born to serve you, Kara. He was always meant to awaken your bloodline.”
“What are you talking about?” I demand, anger flaring in my chest like fire.
“Everything,” he says, his laughter vindictive. “The contract—it was designed to bind him to you, to make you both mine.” He raises the orb higher, and I watch in horror as Azrael’s body jerks forward against his will.
“No!” I shout, stepping between them instinctively, my heart racing as adrenaline floods my veins. “He’s not yours.”
The dark elf noble’s gaze narrows on me, a predatory gleam sparking in his eyes. “You have no idea what you’re capable of,” he continues, relishing my confusion and fear. “I know all about your lineage—the human descendant of an incubus queen who is destined for greatness.”
My breath catches at his words. He knows too much.
“I paid a high price for Azrael’s summoning,” Hagaruz boasts, leaning closer as if sharing a grand secret. “I knew that binding him would activate your bloodline and give me control over both of you.”
“No!” I scream again as another surge of energy washes over me from the orb—a force that makes every hair on my body stand on end.
Azrael fights against it beside me. His determination fuels me; I refuse to let this twisted noble take control of our fate any longer.
“Hagaruz!” My voice carries through the space with unexpected power—a mix of fury and desperation that shakes even me. “You don’t understand what we’ve become!”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond immediately; instead, he laughs softly—mockingly—as if I'm nothing more than an insect buzzing around him.
“Do you think your newfound strength can rival mine?” His expression shifts slightly; there’s a flicker of unease behind that bravado when he sees how fiercely Azrael stands at my side despite being under siege by the contract's influence.
But I feel it inside me—the incubus energy crackling like electricity beneath my skin, ready to unleash itself upon him.
“Enough!” I command through gritted teeth, feeling a swell within myself—an awakening not just linked to Azrael but intertwined with everything I've discovered about who I am meant to be.
Hagaruz falters for a moment as if sensing something shifting between us—a change that terrifies him more than anything else could.
“You underestimate what we’re capable of,” I say slowly, deliberately pressing forward until I can feel Azrael’s warmth radiating behind me—a reassurance that gives me strength.
“Fight it!” I shout at him desperately as Hagaruz advances again, determined not just to possess us but obliterate our spirits entirely.
Azrael’s eyes flash with defiance even amidst the torment; there’s an unbreakable bond between us now—a shared purpose greater than any dark elf's greed or ambition could comprehend.
I can see it in the tension coiling in his frame and hear it in his strained voice. “I won’t hurt her,” he grits out through clenched teeth as blood trickles from his nose onto his lips—a reminder of how close he is to succumbing completely.
“I’d rather die than betray her,” he manages.