Page 39 of My Dark Obsession

‘To Keep Under Silence-Sub Silentio Custodire’

Amaya

Just moments ago I had been about to mate with another of my Fated Mates.

His passion had been entirely different to Rí’s, yet just as amazing.

Whereas Rí was warm and loving, soft yet firm, Ziel was about the mixture of pleasure and pain.

The hunger in his eyes for me had been so incredibly fucking hot I couldn’t help the noises that had escaped me.

Although the passion between us had felt utterly right, I was kind of glad we had stopped.

I hadn’t fully decided if Ziel was truly mine, because I didn’t know how I felt about him.

He irritated me most of the time, angered me beyond belief, and made me want to listen to the noise in my head.

When I was around Ziel, the urge to act upon my dark fantasies grew stronger, and I just didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing.

I couldn’t explain what happened with my chest, but all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe.

My chest almost felt as though it was being crushed; the pressure pressing down on me had been suffocating.

Then as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

It wasn’t any of my Mates. I felt them within my very being. This…this was something else.

Ziel now sat in the chair opposite Ravioli’s perch and watched him with the drug hanging from his lips.

He seemed out of it; his usual nonchalant self was confused and weary, which was something I hadn’t seen on the Death Warrior as of yet.

Something with Ravioli had really taken him aback. But what?

I looked out the windows at the sea below us, the crashing waves against the rock almost hypnotising with their back-and-forth motion. I had never seen the sea before. I had never left Bluewater Valley before Lyal had killed me.

My experience of life had only been from that small town with less than 2000 people and Lyal’s house. The abuse from both the towns people and that monster had been all I’d ever known. Yet now I had two men that called me theirs, a friend, a ghost butler and a pet.

So why did I still feel so cold and empty inside? Why was the noise still so loud in my head? Why was I still so fucking tired? I knew that even with my boys by my side I would still have this empty void within me, because it had always been there .

No matter who forced their way into my life, no matter who became a part of my unhealthy obsessions, something was missing within me.

I was starting to wonder if it was my soul or heart.

My eyes drifted to the book containing the answer as to why the humans were protected by the Dark Witches. The humans were a piece of shit in my eyes. They were a waste of creation by their Gods.

Sighing, I looked back over to Ziel and his spaced-out face before picking up the book and sitting on my big bed, which had not so long ago been rumbled from our passion.

The book was thin so I was sure I could read the entirety before Rí returned home.

***

I stared down at the book with a mixture of shock and dumbfoundment.

The humans were so much more than anyone could imagine.

Did the supernatural’s of Wisteria know the truth?

Where the hell had Bri found this book? Within its very pages was the truth of why the portals had been closed, of why the Dark Witches did what they did.

It was all here. Had Bri read it? Did she know?

“What have you there my Lady?” The ghost popped out of nowhere, appearing at my side with a tray of sandwiches resting on his gloved hand .

I said nothing, instead showing him the first page, waiting for him to go into more detail than the book could have provided. Instead he stiffened and his luminous glow faulted.

“Where did you find that?” he asked, placing the tray down beside me and adjusting his gloves as if he hadn’t given me that reaction. But I saw it, something about this book made him uneasy.

“That doesn’t matter. What do you know about its contents?” I asked with narrowed eyes.

“My Lady, that book had been missing for a very long time.”

“And now she has it. I know what’s inside. Amaya knows what’s inside. The question is there Jeeves…why the shiftiness?” Ziel asked as he walked towards us, his eyes also narrowed upon my ghost butler.

Ziel’s chest was still bare. His dark tattoos covering almost every inch of his exposed torso were a work of art.

Each one looked as though they had their own story, their own telling of why they were placed upon his skin.

Ignoring the clench in my lower stomach, I looked back to Jerry who did indeed look shifty.

I got off the bed, placed my hands on my hips and said “Jerry, what’s going on?”

The ghost sighed, his glow faltering yet again as he stepped back and looked at me with unease. “My lady it all began well, at the beginning.

“The first Dark Witch had also been the first supernatural to find her Circle Mates. When the Fates Above had spilt her soul and sent it between the realms far and wide, the Gods of the human realm had intervened. You see the Fates Above and the human Gods were family, siblings of the sort, whom both created their ideal beings and ideal realms. They declared that the Fates were cruel to do such a thing to their own creations. But the Fates Above didn’t think so.

They thought they were helping the poor lonely supernatural.

Her river of tears had brought them a feeling within their chest that they weren’t used to:

Empathy.

They wanted to make the witch smile, to bring her love and joy. The Gods said that splitting her soul was indeed cruel, but they would help them achieve their task as long as they were to help them.

You see, the Gods of the human realm were struggling with where the souls of the humans would go when they died. They wanted the precious souls to live on in some way, to have a purpose.

Well the Fates were of course elated, because if they were to split the souls of the supernatural it wouldn’t leave enough within them to live. They would perish at creation without a full soul within their beings.

And so an agreement was set: when the humans died, their souls were placed within a supernatural before they were fully created, or born, if you will.

This way, the human soul worked alongside what was left of the supernatural soul and allowed them to live fully.

In doing so, this then allowed them to search forth for their Mates, creating a circle of life.

And that is where the name, Circle mates was created.”

“None of this was in the book on Circle Mates,” I stated as Ziel frowned at Jerry as if he was mentally placing all the puzzle pieces together .

Jerry smiled sadly at me before continuing, “I am not done my Lady.”

“The first Dark Witch discovered the truth and kept it to herself, because the human souls didn’t just bring the supernatural to life. They held the utmost powerful magic of all, Innocence to what the world truly was. This magic could essentially create another God.

The Dark Witch was of course silenced, sworn to secrecy.

The Fates Above threatened to tear her Mate bonds apart, leaving her alone once again.

The human Gods threatened to bring death upon all supernatural that would harm their precious humans.

This terrified the witch and so before she allowed the Fates to wipe her memory, she wrote this secret down, knowing that one day it was going to need to be revealed. No one knows why she did this.

Until one day, the Dark Witches were betrayed, and this book was stolen. And with it, its secrets were revealed to those full of greed. The White Witches wanted the humans for their magic. They wanted to create new Gods.

If they did this, no matter how many centuries had passed, the Fates Above would rip apart Dark Witches’ bonds, and the humans would eventually perish without their innocence within them. And so the Dark Witches vowed to close all the portals, sealing off the greedy witches’ path to the humans.

The war began, with plenty of pointed fingers towards the very witches who had saved Wisterias bonds and people, but the White Witches already had their hold of the people of course. ”

I couldn’t move; my heart thudded within my rib cage, slamming against it in a rush to pump blood through my frozen body.

“Holy fuck.” Ziel rasped as he stared at Jerry in shock.

“Why didn’t you tell me? This entire time I’ve been searching and begging for answers!”

This entire time I’d been asking and begging and looking for answers. Why had the witches done what they had done. Why protect the humans!

But now I knew; the humans were us, and we were all linked. All so the supernatural could have Mates, so they weren’t alone.

I hated it. I hated it all.

Being linked to the humans in some way out right pissed me off.

Why would the Gods even want to save them? They were disgusting, vile weak beings! Beings who treated me like dirt!

Jerry covered my cold pale hand with both of his as he said “My Lady, it is not for me to tell you everything, nor do I always know everything. I am dead. A ghost. I was in fact, a human.”

What the fuck! He was human? How was his ghost here!

I opened my mouth to ask but he answered first “I was the soul that connected with the first witch, the first human soul to pass on through the realms. When Lady Samara decided it was her time to leave the realms and leave with her Mates, she released me. I vowed my full servitude to the Dark Witches from then onwards.”

“Why! Why the hell would you do that?! You were trapped in her? Like a prisoner!” I pulled my hand back and backed away. My heart wouldn’t calm down; why was I freaking out?

“All human souls know that they are within the supernatural, but you must understand, we are given a choice! I chose to serve; I chose to be connected. I wanted my soul to do something worthwhile and meaningful! I have served generations of Dark Witches, and all have been as glorious, as perfectly pure as the last, including you, Lady Amaya. When I am not within the presence of a Dark Witch my mind…wanders. I am ever so old. I am forgetful. But in my age, I know when things should and shouldn’t be revealed.

You needed to learn and to grow before secrets were revealed. Sub Silentio Custodire”

To keep under silence. Holy Fates Above, Jesus, Gods of the human realm. Holy fucking everything.

I plonked my butt down on the armchair Ziel had just been sat in and tried to process everything.

The humans had magic within them that the witches could harness and turn themselves into Gods, no doubt bringing death and destruction everywhere.

Someone had found this book and told the White Witches.

So what? The Dark Witches tried to protect the precious humans and closed the portals? The White Witches fought back.

“Why did the White Witches want to do this? Why did they want the human’s power?”

“Because they were jealous of the power the Dark Witches had. They were jealous of the purity of it, of the respect from the realms. They wanted it all to themselves,” Ziel answered as he lifted shaking hands to light the Mayfeaver hanging from his lips .

“Answer me truthfully Jerry; why was I placed with Lyal. Why was my power non-existent in the human realm? Why did it take me dying for a crack to open and send me back?”

I waited patiently.

“I swear to you on my left-over soul my Lady, I do not know. Lady Isa was gone before I knew. You were three when I last saw you. You sat amongst the dead playing in the dirt there. Then…you were gone, as were the rest of the Dark Witches. I knew you were alive somewhere, otherwise I and the Mountain would have perished along with the rest of the witches.”

I slumped down in my seat.

So close, I had been so close to getting all the answers I had been after.

“Where the fuck did Bri get the book from?” I blurted out, the sudden thought bringing me back from my pity party.

“Good point little Mate.” Ziel rasped and pulled his top on over his head, careful not to knock the Mayfeaver hanging from his lips as always. He shrugged his jacket on and looked at me in question as I sat and squinted my eyes at him.

“How did you know what was in the book?”

He shrugged and grinned at me, “I break into Bri’s place regularly to use her shit and make this masterpiece.” He nodded to the smoke he held out to me in his hand.

I rolled my eyes and pulled my boots on.

“Let’s go ask her. Whoever she got it from could be the person who knows the person who stole it in the first place. ”

“My Lady, you haven’t eaten in a while,” Jerry gestured towards the food, worry covering his glowing face.

I shrugged and followed Ziel up the dark stairs and into the foyer.

I had begged for answers, something I had never done before.

And he hadn’t answered me. I knew he told me his reasons.

But truthfully, I felt a little betrayed.

I stared at the painting of Lady Samara as we passed the paintings and couldn’t help but wonder, was that the reason for her cold void-like eyes?

Was she holding secrets that were killing her from the inside out?

I was finally piecing together the broken puzzle, and for the first time since waking up in Wisteria, I felt true hope that I was getting home to my boys. I had some answers now, and I wouldn’t stop until I had the rest.