A Night of Death-Defying (Part 2)

We work all night putting the bones back together for each Lycan, and we finally finish the eight sets.

I stand back with Wynter to oversee each 9ft form of black bone and Lycan skulls.

When the Luna witches put the last bone in place, they stand back with furrowed brows, looking concerned.

"What's wrong?" Wynter asks, "Why do you look so worried? You should be relieved."

"We have a big problem," Selene whispers.

"What do you mean?" I ask for her to elaborate.

Juny steps closer with her two demon rib wands, striking them together.

We hear a clack but nothing happens at all, not even a spark.

"You're right Selene. The pack is not complete. There's no... King... among them," Juny whispers, "...the air feels empty... it's not igniting, I can't rise them," Juny keeps knocking her demon rib wands together, "It's not working at all."

"We gathered the bones of eight Lycans, I don't understand," Gerry growls out in frustration, "These were the graves of all the Angel Killer Lycans. I don't get it."

"What do you mean there is no King," Wynter walks over, frustrated, "You're clearly doing something wrong."

"No. They're correct," Cleo murmurs, flying over the sets of bones, "I see their dim aura, as they are all slightly alive, even from their bones... their souls omit a slight aura... however... I can see the two most powerful are these," she walks over by two sets, "Twinsies."

"They are all brothers," Selene murmurs.

"But these two are identical," Cleo smiles, "I'll give them a little luck and make them the replacement Kings. Dual Kings."

"But where is the King?" I ask Cleo.

Cleo looks at me and shrugs, "I dunno, why are you asking me?"

We all look at each other in exasperation.

"Um, okay?" Carmen sits down awkwardly, "We just need them to rise. Who cares if there is no King."

"Allow me," Cleo sprinkles her fairy dust onto the two sets of Lycan bones, "Lucky beasts, so handsome, so strong, so mean, so evil," she crawls between the two sets of bones, pushing her butt into the pelvis of one, and putting her hands onto the skull of the other, "Wakey wakey," she crawls up to their ears, and whispers frantically in a fae language, laughing at the end, rolling between them, "THEY BELIEVE IT! They believe they're Kings, I just had to stroke their egos, their auras glow RED!" Cleo laughs and points to the Lunas, "Strike your wands, RISE THE BEASTS!"

Selene gives me a look, as if to say 'seriously?' as she clearly doesn't believe it will work after Cleo simply complimented their bones and stuck her butt into one of them. Sigh. Fairy logic.

Cleo stands back up and picks up her stash of arrows and bow, flying up to the rafters, in preparation for sniping them all in the butt, one by one.

Selene, Juny and Gerry hold their two wands each.

All three of them strike their weapons together for maximum affect.

I stand in front of Wynter, protecting her just in case.

In the silence all we can hear is the protesting innocents locked up in the storage rooms out back.

"LET US OUT!"

"HELP!"

"SOMEONE HELP!"

Another screams bloody murder and bangs on the door repeatedly.

"SHUT UP, you'll be out soon!" I yell back, frustrated as nothing happens.

But even though there is no abrupt explosion of magic creating new Lycans, we all notice a distinct hum.

It's a low vibration, coming off the bones.

It's not a fast process.

The bones slowly move together, locking together one by one – as voids of black bloom to surround each corpse, gushing out black magic, into their bones, filling them with the Luna witches Satanic power.

Bringing them back to life.

"Time to let out the prey," Wynter tells me, touching my shoulder gently, she flies over the couches to the back rooms, unlocking the doors on each.

The club attendees pile out, arms raised, brooms and other cleaning equipment in their hands as weapons.

The girls and guys look around the room for the enemy, but Wynter flies back to us, and the crowd is soon hypnotised with terror at the magic playing out before our eyes.

Spell bound into terror, no one moves as we watch the Lycan bones float up, into upright positions – as flesh spins together, thread by thread, until meat and muscle and black blood turn to fur, blades extend, shiny and brand new – the last two elements?

The classic crimson eyes that adorn all of Lucifer's demon army.

The eight blood thirsty Lycans are now alive, as the black magic disappears into nothing.

The two strongest face Selene, Juny and Gerry.

"Witches," one of them acknowledges them, "You give us life?"

"You will be gifted with more than life. First. Your names, please," Selene responds, husky and unforgiving in her confidence.

The Lycans flicker their eyes to the angel in the room, as Wynter flies behind Selene, Juny and Gerry. Her silver wings help her float as she looks the two Dual Kings in the eye.

Those Dual Kings are drooling as she is so close.

Too close.

"Lyrian," he barely manages to grind it out, looking very hungry.

"Orphis," his twin answers.

The others follow suit. Blud, Gore, Bones, Fyne, Gray and Stone.

"The one who called for this, will tell you what will happen now," Selene introduces Wynter, "Meet Lucifer's Consort."

Wynter drops to her high heels and walks forward to Lyrian and Orphis, hands on her hips.

They start to bare their teeth.

"We will not be an Angel's slave," Lyrian starts to warn her.

"Lucky for you, I'm going to give you everything you've ever dreamed of," Wynter begins, "An entire world of doom – which you will control. You won't be alone," Wynter looks to the mortal audience, "Take your pick. They are all yours."

"Where is our King?" Orphis asks her, "Have you killed him?"

"We don't know where he is, he is missing, dead or alive, we just don't know, he could be anywhere," Wynter responds, cold, "Regardless. You are Dual Kings now."

Cleo flies down from the ceiling, her bag of arrows is finally empty – I forgot she was shooting them all in the ass with cupid arrows. No one saw it, and they didn't feel it, so I guess she made the arrows invisible before shooting them off. She slyly steps forward now, holding up the red ruby to Lyrian and Orphis, "Look, friends," she says, "You will looove it here. We will keep this world secret."

"We just need you to accept this, willingly," Wynter adds, "We offer purity in it's cleanest form, your choices will reside in a world you control. Eleyrion. You can enter at any time, and take them out of their locked safe zone, into your city of doom."

"Where is this city of doom?" Lyrian asks.

"Right here," Wynter answers, "We're already in it. When you open those doors you will find an empty world."

"What kind of trickery is this," Orphis growls to his brother, "I don't fucking trust them. We should kill them all and make our own decisions."

"You will not kill us all," I finally step forward, "The world we come from will kill you all again. It will not harbour your kind. It didn't and won't. This is the situation. We have a problem and you have our solution. Our problem is insanity, armageddon, the end of the fucking world... it'll be light vs dark, but no one will truly win... as God will fight back... but with our plan, we all win. We secure the balance in our Earth. You get pure guaranteed doom in yours... and light you can kill... whenever you're hungry," I look to the club goers, "You'd be a fucking fool to kill us and ruin this creation we have been making for you. You see..." I change my tactic, "We serve Lycans... we all do... this is a gift for the demons we serve."

"We've never met you, whore," Lyrian leans down to my eye, baring all his teeth, he reminds me of Obsidian and I almost cower, but I remember to keep my back straight, he smells me, however, and his eyes shift to his brothers and back to me, "Another pack?" he asks, monotone, "What time are we in this?"

"Thousands of years beyond the time you once knew," Wynter answers for me, "We need you now."

"We are your allies," I add, "We know a Lycan's deepest desires, accept our gift."

"What's the catch?" Orphis asks, snapping his teeth together in discontent.

"Quite simply, you stay out of our business and keep doom complete and total in your world. You must keep doom alive and flourishing," Wynter begs them, "You must do this to satisfy Lucifer's desires for chaos. Or else he will kill us all."

"Ahuh. Well. First we'll assess the brood of choice," Lyrian smirks and walks past us, leading the way with Orphis, the pack turn to the club goers – and then they run at them.

The girls and guys scream and run in all different directions, while the Lycans go fucking crazy.

Wynter, Carmen and I, Cleo and the Luna Witches stand right back, shuffling together in our group as we watch what happens next.

In a show of strength, and in our darkest moment yet – most of the 'gifts' we forced into this are slaughtered.

Blood sprays on the walls.

Limbs are devoured.

Ah... they're very, very hungry.

I feel sick watching them murder without regard.

Eventually the screams go quiet.

One group remains alive, rounded up into a corner.

A quarter were slaughtered, with scattered flesh and blood pooling on the floor.

The other three quarters live, huddling together, arms above their heads as the Lycans stalk around them, not touching, simply huffing or snarling their agreements with one another in the pack.

These Angel Killers showed no mercy. Had no compassion. Truly, they did not target rot, only light.

I knew all the dead were innocent – what the fuck have we done?

I can't speak, I'm just trying not to throw up as the smell of iron blood and fresh death fills the air.

All I can agree with is Wynter really made the worst of the worst, the perfect Lycans to channel and harbour eternal and total doom.

Lyrian turns back to Wynter, his blades twitch, his muscles coil and uncoil, as if he is barely holding himself back from an angel-snack.

"Our choices are made, now what, bitch?" Lyrian asks, impatient.

"We put them in here," Wynter holds up the locket to Eleyrion, "And you will be able to take them out, as our fairy, Cleo, gave your minds access to Eleyrion... think of it as a mind's haven. For the innocent to live."

"Why are you separating them from us?" Lyrian asks, suspicious of our intentions.

"It is the only way to stabilise total doom, you must allow them to have peace on this other side, connected by the stabilised moon, which Silvia controls," Wynter explains, carefully, "And you can take their souls, one at a time... but not all at once. Your worlds loop. Every day is the same. Every night is the same. Even... if you kill them... they will return to Eleyrion, to be chosen again."

"Wynter, that's so fucked up," I whisper under my breath.

Lyrian smiles.

"I like you," Lyrian walks forward to Wynter and leans down to her face, licking her cheek, suddenly accepting of her plan.

I guess the deal is sealed.

Lyrian looks to me and looks away.

Not interested.

I hold Carmen and Cleo's hands, for support.

This was so fucked up. This was so fucking wrong.

I watch as Wynter flies to the terrified mortals we affectively scarified to a constant and inescapable hell.

Their souls are sucked out of their bodies, and into the locket.

Their bodies slouch in a pile, now within a coma.

One girl was pulled aside by Orphis, the first choice.

She has black hair and is so scared she keeps her eyes shut.

"What's your name?" Orphis asks her.

"...R-Rose..." she whispers, almost passing out, swaying on her feet, but Orphis licks her cheek, trying to calm her down.

She just remains trembling on the spot, unable to open her eyes, clearly trying to wake up out of this inescapable dream.

Wynter flies back to us, looking at Cleo, "Get us the fuck out of here, fairy. Now."

"On it," Cleo causes a fire to ignite, all around the room, red flames spread fast, separating us from the Lycans and causing a distraction so they can't stop us leaving.

"ANUBIS!" Cleo and I both scream for him.

When his head rises, Cleo is the first to run forward, and then we all follow single file.

Straight down into his neutral realm.

We all pile into the main temple room, with a sacrificial altar, and Anubis, standing with his pack.

We all wait in front of him, huddled together, still a little in shock at what we just did.

"Well done," Anubis drawls, smiling, a rare sight, "Cleo, you can stay here... the others... you can go home."

"So kind," Carmen whispers.

"He is kind," Cleo glares back at Carmen, as she flies into Anubis' arms and he catches her, while she kicks her legs and smiles up at him.

Anubis opens a large portal and we all stare back into the original Crypt.

The club is empty of mortals, but Wynter's vampire brotherhood are around a pool table, playing a game, which means Lucifer disbanded into their separate forms, content with our plan which will be the ultimate outlet for his chaotic needs.

The Lycans are all in the club, lounging around, by the fires, the cauldron or the bar.

They all look so calm.

Terrifying but calm.

We did it.

We step through, back into the Crypt.

The place Wynter created was just a duplicate building, thrust into another dimension.

That we created and escaped from. That was Phase 3.

It was complete.

As soon as we return to our lovers, everyone disperses to their soulmates.

Wynter runs to Darc, holding him close and crying her relief.

He smiles warmly as he holds her close, whispering congratulations into her ear.

All the vampires crowd around and hug her, petting her wings, her hair, kissing her cheeks.

The Luna Witches hug their Sentinels.

Carmen and I walk up to Onyx, Sloan and Sardonix, waiting by the bubbling blood cauldron.

"You bitches actually did it," Onyx can't even sound angry, he's ecstatic, grinning with all his Lycan teeth.

"Not without sacrifice," I murmur, still feeling light headed and pale..

Sloan walks off with Carmen, as they whisper petty insults to one another.

"A bit of blood on your hands, mum?" Sardonix asks me, proud, finding it amusing that I am so distraught.

"Don't be fucking proud of me," I whisper to him, taking the crown off the top of my head.

I don't need this anymore. I throw it aside.

"You're alive, bitch," Magnus calls out to me, "Fucking smile."

"I'm immortal, actually," I look at Onyx, "You can thank Anubis for that."

Onyx steps toward me, his eyes reading my distress, he couldn't care less that I'm immortal, he is just glad we are all alive... and that I'm now so disturbed, "What's the matter?"

"We had to sacrifice a lot of innocents," I admit to him, "To the Angel Killers. To make this happen."

"To save the fucking world?" Onyx murmurs, sexy, into my ear, leaning back, tilting his wolf head to look down at me, "Seems worth it, doesn't it, Queen?"

"Cleo did... literally... shoot them with love... so I hope that helps," I murmur, feeling withdrawn until Onyx transforms, from Lycan to Oswald.

He grabs both my cheeks in his human hands and picks up my face with a deep, knowing look in his eyes, that instantly soothes me.

Confidence in me.

I feel it.

And lo –

"I love you too," Oswald says the words in front of everyone, slowly smirking, "Don't look so fucking smug, bitch," but he can't help it, he smiles as he leans into kiss me.

"Yeah, yeah," I speak against his mouth, and then I kiss him back.

My lips tilt into his.

I let him lead the kiss.

I taste his breath, and feel his throbbing heat. A hot, hellish promise to protect me.

Just as I protected him from himself and Lucifer's stupid test.

Still, we fucking killed it.

After I accept the kiss from Onyx, I am beginning to feel breathless, my throat so fucking empty – I'm so fucking thirsty.

"Mm, n-no," I pull off from his kiss, panting up at him, a kiss wasn't enough,"...fuck me," I beg him with my eyes.

Sardonix chuckles as he walks off, "Okay, time to get a room mum and dad."

I bite my lip as I put my hands on Onyx's naked chest, dragging my nails down, scratching him.

I want to forget.

He could help with that.

"Let me burn all that guilt away," Onyx squishes my cheeks in his hands, "Demon Queen."

"Whatever," I try to keep in my smile, but I can't fight it, so I'm smiling big.

Because Onyx is drowning on me now.

In the ability of me.

"Whores aren't so useless after all, huh?" I murmur, licking my tongue over my teeth.

"I never thought you were useless," Onyx scolds me, "...insane... but we both know that's why you found me."

"I found you?" I whisper, biting my lip, "Yeah, I kinda did."

"I want to rage I'm so in love with your pretty whore eyes," Onyx growls it out, "I love that you feel guilt. It's so hot."

I try. Very hard. Not to roll my eyes. Demon logic. I never got used to it.

"...so you only love me now?" I lightly and playfully slap his human cheek, and he puts his hand around my neck, holding me back.

"Oh, now that was mean," Onyx shakes his head, transforming back into his Lycan form, towering over me, "Luckily for the both of us," his demon voice drowns out all others, "I'm meaner, bitch."

My eyes lower.

My favourite thing bounces up, iron hard, with it's infamous demon length, so dangerous.

Finally his lust is in the right place.

Oh... and I know he's fucking mean.

And I love it.

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This song reminds me of every girl at Onyx Lycan Nightclub (smirks) >:D

Remember to read these next in any order you like :)

Lycan Dystopia: Llyrian {Main characters: Lyrian, Orphis, Helena, Rose...}

The Lycan of Wisteria Falls {Dremon (Angel Killer) and Drema}

{Sardonix + his pack and Angel}

You can read them all at the same time, there is no order as the story lines are different :)

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