Dark Souls Academy: The Sacrifice (Hell Dimension #4)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

T he scent of anticipation in the air was as sharp as freshly squeezed lemonade, making my eyes burn. The pain from my summoning, coupled with the ongoing healing of my body, already threatened to make me tear up. But I refused to cry in front of everyone. Whoever invented demon summoning was a real piece of work. It felt like my body had been ripped apart and then slowly reassembled.

One moment, my blood was racing with the thrill of finally getting answers that could be used against Lucifer—I wasn’t sure how yet but knowing his whereabouts and what he couldn’t live without was a start. The next, I stood before a crowd of nosy demons. I’d need to schedule a meeting with my faction heads to brainstorm. That was a concern for later. Right now, I had more pressing matters.

My demon was doing the macarena dance inside of me. Both my Fae and demon side were in agreement that Nar had to go, and this was the perfect excuse. He was too powerful to be my enemy. Now, I could eradicate the problem in a way no one could question. Saving the lives of his future victims was a huge plus. That was why I couldn’t waste this opportunity. Stanine might suck for making me tie myself to Tila but getting rid of Nar was worth it. He was the leader of every group against me. I bet he was how the Nati Demons kept getting in the academy.

My smirk widened as I met Nar’s red gaze. His sharp features could be handsome if his face wasn’t always tainted in evil. I knew the little vampire would seize his opportunity. So, bring it on, let’s finally end this.

The magic that had frozen everyone when I was summoned lifted. Slowly bodies moved against the walls. The building took this time to get some revenge apparently because a few people cried out when it smacked the shit out of them.

Things were going to get bloody. Just what I wanted.

Each of my mates was screaming through the bond, giving me a headache. It was annoying. They were dicks in private and now in my head too.

Don’t you dare fight him. This shit better stop. Nar is sick in the head. Kain growled out first. He always said the wrong thing. Even if I had any doubts, now, I definitely was doing it.

What are you doing? Nar could drain you dry. Alaric’s confidence in me was sorely lacking.

Yay, kill him. Trigger cheered me on. Yet, his worry seeped through.

You really need a spanking. Dex almost made me smile. He really was trying to change to be supportive, but he was just as nervous as the rest. I couldn’t get mad over that because I would be as well.

Why do you insist on giving me gray hair? Bones sent me his hope and confidence through the bond, hoping to strengthen me.

Thankfully, they were smart enough not to complain out loud. If they questioned me, others would either get angry or disrespect my status. That was the last thing we needed.

“I accept,” as soon as the words left my lips, Nar attacked.

Time slowed as his claws slashed at my face. His expression twisted with rage, and the hint of satisfaction coming off him made me roll my eyes. He thought he’d caught me off guard, but the fucker was predictable. No fear crept into me. Adrenaline dilated my pupils, sharpening my vision.

Did he think the number one ranked demon would be taken down so easily? He might have an amulet that kept my demon from enthralling him, but that was all it did. I was powerful way before my demon took over.

I dodged and ducked away from his rapid-fire attacks. His goal was to get me hard and fast. If he had surprised me, that might have worked. Just like I taught Lilah, surprise usually did the trick.

The soul weapon inside of me heated and demanded to come out. The circular mark on my hand glowed as the blade materialized in my grasp.

The one with the pink jewel on the tip that was a set with all my mates. As expected, each of the jewels lit up, sending me their strength. Pink, green, gold, red, blue, and black shined bright on every wall.

Kill, kill, kill, the blade whispered in my mind. I grinned wider and swung the weapon in an arc. The air shimmered with blood as I slashed at his chest. More.

The touch of the artifact’s magic on Nar’s skin stung as I tested its barriers. The burning pain just fueled my movements.

His body pounced on mine, making the both of us tumble to the floor. Our breaths mingled. His smelled like pennies. It made me want to gag. I held in the sensation and smooshed his face into the ground. His fangs snapped at me. His hisses sounded like a deflating air mattress.

We rolled around, adrenaline spiking even higher. I was numb, so there was still no fear. Only determination. Even though deep down I knew I had already won this fight.

The blade disappeared, so my claws ripped into Nar’s neck. Still no emotion stirred inside of me. His fangs and claws pierced my flesh by surprise. I forced my wind to push him away, so I could get up. I glanced down at my bloody hand in confusion. Why wasn’t I feeling any emotions or even the pain?

Focus, my love, Alaric’s voice in my head brought me back to the fight. Just in time to get a punch from Nar’s fist. I moved quicker than he could register and slammed my fist into his nose in return.

I siphoned the surrounding emotions to heal my wounds. The surge of energy and emotions jolted me, slightly pushing the numbness away. What was happening?

When Nar hit the ground, I pounced. Rage boiled inside me as the names of his victims flashed through my mind—slaves abused because of him, people killed for his twisted pleasure. His bloodlust had only intensified since the brothers became my mates. The academy’s suppression had faded, making him deadlier than ever.

My claws ripped into Nar as if his skin was made out of butter. My chuckle echoed around the hallway. I could hear a few people cheering and yelling, but I didn’t process what was going on around us. My mind was zeroed in on my prey. My claws moved quicker, loving the blood coating them.

He screamed and did his hardest to get the upper hand by bucking me off him or biting at whatever he could reach. I wasn’t worried, but the longer I dragged this out, the more people would doubt my abilities. So, I didn’t let up.

As I hovered over the snarling little leach, I whispered, “You chose the wrong side. Here’s a warning to anyone else who wants to go against me.” As I spoke, my fingers dug into the wound on his neck. His cool blood coated my hands.

Nar gargled, but whatever he was going to say didn’t matter. I used my power to boost my strength. A snap and crack were all it took to tear his head from his body.

My giggle was a little manic, but the numbness inside of me didn’t let me care. It coated my senses. Everything that made Ivy me was on hold. There was no worry, fear, or stress. My eyes dilated with the thrill of true freedom.

I turned my bloody hands to watch the muscles move in my arm as I slowly closed my fingers into fists. Fuck ya. I was the Queen that Hell deserved. Nothing could stop me.

One threat was gone, and I did it by the rules. That made my head tilt as I took time to think. Why did I care again? Who the fucked cared about rules?

“Succy, let me help you,” Dex said. His tone was soft and caring, but it just made me roll my eyes. Dex couldn’t help me because I didn’t need help. My mind had never been so clear.

I was on a mission.

For what again? Answers?

Boring.

Oooh, vengeance. That was right. I needed to make them pay.

Who though?

It took a second for the answer to hit me. Everyone.

When the others began to speak up as well, I grabbed a transportation potion and vanished. They didn’t understand. The numbness scared me for a second, but now, I could feel the freedom it gave me. I didn’t have to care about anything but my vengeance. I was better than ever, and it was time to hunt.

No one would stop me. Not even my mates.