[ Timeline connects to Dark Academy : Chapter 24 [not yet released on all my free platforms so this chapter will contain spoilers for Dark Academy]. Also, if any of you Onyx Lycan fans don't want to read Dark Academy that's fine, I'll keep them separate enough to be understood on their own, even with the cross over :) ]

As Darc states 'it's all going according to plan' – my vampires all bite me to have a deep drink.

"Fucking hell –" I sigh and fall back on the pool table, as the five of them control me completely.

Something in their bites this time is far more possessive and easy, like they consider me their property at this point. An angel in the arms of too many demons.

My consciousness disconnects from my body and I fall into a void of fog, seemingly being brought to the edge of the Under.

In this place, floating like a ghost, I see a girl with long blonde hair, covered in grime, dirt and filth. She is also an apparition, visiting me in my death-dream.

She's leaning against a tree trunk and a branch, breathing heavily herself.

She's totally naked too.

She's a sight to behold – because despite the strangeness of her appearance, she doesn't seem in trouble. Instead, she seems powerful in her own right.

I fly down to her.

"Hello?" I ask her – and she gets a bit of a fright, staring at the ground, she now looks up, panting for breath, she takes me in and her eyes widen.

"Who are you?" She gasps out.

"Are you dying?" I ask, just trying to make sure.

"No I'm getting fucked Lycan-deep in the ass," she whispers so quickly I can barely understand her, then she is closing her eyes, barely comprehendible, "I'm losing my damn mind what a weird dream. W-w-wait, I'm... asleep?"

"Very, like me, on the edge of death," I walk a little closer to her now, a little confused why we are meeting here together.

"My name is Silvia," Silvia forces out a normal response, a little husky and hoarse, like she needs a drink of water, before closing her eyes again.

"Wynter," I respond, "Do you need my help? Why are we connecting in this realm?"

"I didn't reach out to whoever you are," Silvia opens her eyes and looks at me harshly but uncertain, "I don't know what the fuck's going on."

I feel a shift in the air, probably the same time she does.

We both pause our breaths at exactly the same time and turn toward a dark shadow in the trees.

The stranger remains out of reach.

"Hello?!" we both call out in unison.

In response, I swear I hear Darc chuckling from the trees.

"Are you dream-dropping?" I snap, "I'm only in here because you and your brothers drank too much blood already, you dumb piece of shit."

When I don't get a reply straight away, I feel a little confused.

"You know Darc?" Silvia perks right up, her ears twitching.

"You do?" I ask back.

"N-no, but I need to deliver a message," Silvia blurts out, suddenly a little more awake and coherent.

Before she opens her mouth again, the whole dream seems to get hijacked by a whole other mind. A headache overwhelms me as I watch every colour-twist and meld together, until I'm dizzy within the dream and trying to regain control over it, an impossible task.

Whoever this was, was powerful.

But it's just Darc now, that suddenly appears before me, wearing nothing but a crown of thorns and leather pants that seems to be wet with blood. His skin is reddish too.

"I just had a bath," he chuckles, "Finally it's nice to meet you – you received my message about my intent, ironically right before my messenger was slaughtered."

"I didn't kill that monster you sent to me if that's what you're insinuating," I say, trying to wrap my head around the fact this must be the Devil... but how and why the fuck does he look exactly like Darc and Ash?

"She did," he answers me, "Not you."

"That girl back there killed a Lycan?" I doubt that very much.

"You're not asking the question you want to ask," The Darc-lookalike whispers it with a smile, as if reading my thoughts, like he knows how rattled I am by his familiar appearance.

"...tell me who the hell are you..." I murmur. He just smirks and refuses to answer, "Don't leave me hanging –?"

"Don't beg. You're not hanging yet, Wynter," he squats down into the dirt and picks up a handful of the stuff, standing up to let the soil slip through his fingers – and it breezes over toward me, swirling around, "It's interesting that you're not dead yet to be very honest with you."

"What happened in heaven that made all the angels die?" I ask instead.

"Total despair... mortals, a pathetic source of light, were judged as dead in faith – now madness will fucking reign," he seems entirely giddy about this.

"But did God die?" I ask this one carefully. I don't want him to lie to me.

"God kneeled to me – so I may govern the madness left behind."

Bullshit.

"The world will not die under my watch," I say it defiantly, "I'll never let you reign. Whoever the hell you are."

"Ah, you speak exactly of our game now. Good girl. It's called a Silver-Winter. Will the two Queens bow to the dark, or fight and win for the new era of human survival, bringing with it a sweet winter to foster the spring?" he raises a brow, "...I place my bet on your bloody murder by my other two..." he says it cheerfully... well, that was fucking dark. And I'm a little confused what he's talking about. I try not to appear confused.

"Um. We'll fight and win. Obviously," I almost stutter, but I don't dare to appear weak right now.

"So you're willing to kill my brothers?" the stranger raises a brow, "We'll never stop destroying the light, including yours," His brothers? What was he talking about. I'm both speechless and shocked. Darc and Ash didn't have a third brother... did they?! Fuck they did, didn't they –

"Not if you fall in love with the light first!"

It's not me who screams it.

I watch as the colours stop swirling, to reinstate themselves to where they should be. Temporary control is back once again.

Behind this Devil, Silvia appears, blood running out of every hole in her head. But she's wearing a golden crown.

The Devil laughs, even as she holds her hand up and all kinds of crazy shit starts to happen.

I watch as the trees bend, roots dart out toward him and the soil starts to liquify as it swallows him whole, sucking him down, and he goes down all the way laughing demonically.

He shuts up as soon as the soil of the Under stabilises, he's gone, and then only Silvia and I remain. She takes off the crown and throws it down to the ground at my feet.

"I think you should wear this," Silvia whispers, dropping to her knees and holding her head in her hands, "Oh no, Onyx, please... nooo. Don't wake me up, don't wake me – no! STOP," she screams as if in extreme pain, and then the whole vision of her vanishes.

I'm staring at the forest ground, and the golden crown almost touching my toe.

Before I can reach for it to inspect it – there is a touch at my elbow.

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I jerk around to see who's next to me.

I turn to Darc.

To Darc?

"It's me," Darc says, calmly. Indeed. Vampire of Dreams. I stay still, as he leans down and picks up the crown instead, "Fuck, this looks... familiar..." why is he so calm and amused almost?

"Hmm," I gulp, feeling my terror is only just held at bay, "Can I wake up now?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Darc growls, dropping the crown in the dirt, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you the Devil?" I ask blatantly.

"Why would I be the devil, I'm a fallen angel," Darc asks, suddenly realising how dumb that reason is, "I'm not the Devil."

"Well I just met him and he looks just like you," I blurt, still looking at Darc like he's a liar.

"The Devil appears however he wishes to, like your perfect fantasy," Darc whispers, teasing me, "I'm sorry you met such a horrible man."

Insincere.

"Hmm... yeah."

"What?" Darc snaps, annoyed because he doesn't understand why I don't blindly believe him.

"Just wake me the fuck up," I snap at him, "Please."

He steps behind me and moves into my ear now, pretending to brush my ear lobe with a fang.

"Like this?" Darc hisses through his teeth – then actually bites down, following through on the threat and waking me the fuck up pretty damn quickly. What a literal prick!

I was going to have to literally stab him for that one. These damn vampires and their need to pierce me...

I wake up with a fright with Darc taking his bloody fang out of my ear, while the rest of the fucking vampires stand around me, their chins covered in my blood – as my angle body heals faster than ever.

"Fucking demon asses," I flutter my wings and launch off the table away from them, flying to the ceiling and the rusted dagger chandelier. I swing from it for a bit, until I feel myself need to soar away.

I swoop over all of them toward the exit. I kick open the doors and leave – while I feel their extreme distaste and lack of appreciation as I decide to get some fresh air.

Try to kill me for leaving – I don't fucking care.

My wings were made for me to fly, I was not going to crawl for them the way they wanted.

Especially when I felt Darc's lies crawling under my skin like a poison.

Why. The. Fuck. Were they all lying to me. I had to find out what it was they were hiding. But a part of me feels I already know. I got all my answers in the strange dream.

The infamous brotherhood of vampires from the Crypt were trying to end the fucking world. No wonder I imprisoned them in the first place. I should have kept them there. Distorting my reality with false dreams, doing a dishonour to my trust, all so they could follow through with their destiny toward death.

I was literally dealing with sexy piece of shit lying ancient vampires – trying to fuck me and end the world at the same time. Great.

It couldn't get any more hopeless – other than... well, now I had a friend.

I needed to find her.

Silvia.

"The Silver Wynter," I whisper it as I fly up into the clouds, towards the silver sun's reflection off the moon.

Almost incoherently, I can almost hear strange howling down from the forests, echoing all the way up to my ears.

It's a little strange because it's so low, it's almost just in my head, but I feel a shiver down my spine too.

Something was coming to Quindell city.

Something else monstrous.

I wake up from a horribly realistic nightmare – and I'm laid out on Onyx's bed, free of the gag he tightened around me when I fell asleep.

I can't see but my vision is tinged red – while my head feels horrid. A headache like no other pounds through my temples, and when I cover my face with my hands, they're all sticky with my blood.

"Oh my god," I gasp, "The crown –"

"You wore it again?" Onyx, my Lycan King is over me, shaking my shoulders, "Silvia?!" he's deep snarl is almost hoarse with panic.

"Y...yes," I start off strong, but my voice drops to a whisper, as my head lolls back and my brain switches to some low functioning mode. I feel like I'm sinking.

And my physical body is paralysed.

I hear a howl for help. Onyx – oh Onyx, he cared so much! I wish I could communicate to him.

The echo of his howl through my very soul haunts me – the terror in Onyx's throat is something I've never heard before.

Am I going to die?

But I dreamt... of an angel? Called Wynter.

Maybe she was my guardian angel? Maybe? Hopefully? I didn't want to die now!

Help me, I call out to her. I saved her from Phantasy. From the Devil himself. She would have to repay me some kind of favour right?

But I hear no response back.

What now?

Silvia.

I hear her call to me. She did hear me!

I gasp back awake suddenly, my heart thumping hard. I see Onyx has changed to his human form, after giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation, his hands clamped over my chest from pumping desperately.

So I did die?

But now I'm back. He saved me.

I blink, still feeling weak, as Onyx looks down at me in shock and horror – believing I had died. Perhaps not believing I could be brought back.

Wynter was with Darc – she must be in Quindell city!

"My beautiful bitch, you can't die," Onyx grabs my face gently, looking into my eyes, "I'm sorry."

"You actually fucked me to death," I laugh hoarsely, "...I don't feel so good..."

"She needs an angel's blood," Onyx and I hear Sloan from behind him, looking in from a distance, "She's got shadow-chills. She's not even really alive. Her soul is being pulled down. I see it happening."

Pulled down? Phantasy.

Oh fuck no.

"I don't know any fucking angels," Onyx snaps back at Sloan.

"There's one in Quindell city with those fucking vampires you hate," I whisper, "Her name is Wynter. She can help me."

"How do you know?" Onyx asks desperately – just as I feel my heart slowing again, and I feel a hand reaching for me from within – then a hellish heat is grabbing my ankle.

I scream before I fall back under, and when I look up and down – my ankle is black like an endless void.

Come to me little Lycan whore, Phantasy wraps around my mind, Let's play a delicious game of–

I block him out.

"Onyx," I gasp, "Take me to Quindell city right now," I scream, "RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" Onyx scoops me up in his arms, nodding, "Run like hell," I beg him, terrified – as I feel Phantasy crawling into me, under my skin like a fucking worm, trying to get my attention.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you – I try to resist with the chant ongoing in my head.

I didn't want to become a toy for the Devil.

Unlike Onyx – the Devil was not the kind of evil you wanted to play with.