Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Grip tightening around me, Sister Agatha suddenly jerks on my arm, forcing me closer to him.
Fearing I was caught staring, I immediately drop my gaze back to the floor. Praying I won’t get in trouble for what I’ve done.
But a mere heartbeat later, pain is slicing across my wrist.
Crying out, I try to yank my arm back.
Sister Agatha’s nails dig into my flesh, keeping me firmly in place.
I look up again in shock to see the Prophet holding a golden dagger coated in blood in his left hand.
“The future…” he hums musically, as if he’s about to start singing a hymn.
All my nerves seem to vibrate in response, like they’re strings on a guitar that someone just plucked, and the words echo strangely inside my head.
Then there’s a sudden pull in the center of my chest, as if someone is reaching behind my ribs and yanking on my heart.
The world in front of me suddenly changes. The man in the black robes disappears, replaced by another man.
A man so ethereally beautiful, the first sight of him makes my knees weak and brings tears to my eyes.
He’s even more handsome than Daddy…
“You fill the void inside me,” the beautiful man murmurs softly, his warm hands lovingly cupping my face. “I need you, Alena. Without you, I am hollow and empty. Without you, I am incomplete.”
Staring into his dark eyes, I have no words. I’m speechless.
I don’t know who he is or why he’s saying I fill the void. I’m not even quite sure what the void is.
But I feel an incredible love for him.
My heart both flutters and races, and the love only seems to grow stronger inside me the longer I look at him. Look at his almost too perfect features.
His sharp cheekbones, his blood-red lips. His smooth, utterly flawless skin. The strong line of his jaw and the glossy black hair that’s been swept back off his forehead.
He’s a stranger. A complete stranger. Yet I think I love him more even more than I love my parents.
Is he God? I wonder for a brief moment.
Is that why I love him so?
But God wouldn’t need me to fill him.
God fills me.
Maybe he’s an angel? That makes more sense.
Before I can ask who or what he is, he hums musically, “The past…”
The beautiful man disappears, replaced by a scene more terrible than my worst nightmare.
I’m outside in an open, grassy field somewhere, and it’s dark, almost pitch black, even though there’s a large red moon filling the sky.
A pile of bloody, mutilated bodies is in front of me, nearly as tall as me, but it’s the ground beneath my feet that captures my attention.
The mud created by all the blood that was spilled is trying to swallow my boots. With a huff, I yank first one foot then the other out of the hungry dirt.
One of the bodies groans just as I free my right foot and my attention immediately snaps back to the pile. My entire being focusing in on the sound.
“Y—you will b—burn in Hell for this…” a ragged voice moans.
A rage like no other rage I’ve ever felt before fills me.
I’m suddenly full of so much anger, so much fury, it’s as if I’ve been lit on fire and I’m burning from the inside out.
Gripping the slick handle of my battle axe, I raise it above my head with both hands.
“God will punish you!” another dares to cough.
Swinging my battle axe down with every ounce of strength I have, I roar, “Tell your god I’m coming for him next!”
My axe slams so hard into the bodies on top, the bones in my arms vibrate and the pile begins to split in half. Severed hands, arms, legs, feet, and heads roll down and plop onto the dirt.
Yanking the blade out of a ribcage, much like I had to yank my boots out of the mud, I lift my weapon above my head again.
Then I roar as I swing my battle axe back down. “The present!”
I snap into place.
The sensation is so jarring, I blink several times, my eyes watering, before I realize the man in the black robes is in front of me now.
Blood drips off the golden dagger gripped in his pale hand as he points the tip at me and declares, “Tainted!”
Beside me, Sister Agatha sucks in a sharp breath.
But otherwise it’s strangely quiet.
Silence falls over the cathedral, and everything seems to freeze as if this moment in time was paused.
Tainted? What does that mean? I wonder, staring at the man in the black robes in confusion.
Have I done something wrong?
“Vampire bait!” someone suddenly shouts, shattering the stillness.
“Beast lover!” another cries out before the rest of the congregation decides to join in all at once.
Their words clashing together in an angry, screaming chorus.
Words I don’t know or understand.