Ashes Ashes - Shadows - being edited

Ashes Ashes we all fall down
Everyone have secrets. Nixies are just a little big bigger than everyone else's. She cannot remember them, but she knows they are there and they must not be revealed.
She's from a world were humans are the unnatural weirdos and Immortals run the world.
When the Order sends a warrior to fetch Nixie, that's when things get complicated.
She's now forced into a tale of hate, love, death and not to forget a battle for survival.
What are you going to do when your supposed cover is blown, and daddy want's his little girl back?
But what's life without a little blood and gore when you're a heartless killer?


4. Chapter 3 - Haunted by grey

Ashes Ashes we all fall down


”holy mother of hell” was all that I seemed to be able to say as I took in the sight in front of me. Tall, dark and handsome was an underestimation. He was godlike with his tousled black hair that hung down over his forehead, sometimes blocking his smouldering silver eyes. I swear to the Gods they were glowing. How was that possible? I felt my knees go bonkers and my heart go “thump”. He emanated masculinity and sex. I got all that from the top part of his face. I let my eyes wonder and I gasped for air. Of course discretely… okay whom was I kidding; I had never been attracted to a boy… man? Yes defiantly man, before. So how the hell could I be discrete when he knocked the air out of me with his mere presence. He was 6”4’of pure muscle, that screamed “let me kill you, you worthless worm”. So for the first time I almost felt intimidated by someone’s mere presence. Key word; almost

“Answer my question, and stop drooling,” he ordered with that deep voice that sent very pleasant shivers down my spine. I almost purred. What kind of magic was I on? Because this was very weird and it was, most defiantly freaking me out big time.

So, I just continued to stare at him while I tried and figure that hot piece of muscle out.

He was a warrior. A very strong one, closely related to an Immortal. Also known as TROUBLE, DANGER, and RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

A part of me was telling me run as far away as possible or kill him, another part was saying something along the lines of tackling him and rip his clothes off…

Yeah defiantly not going with that one… either one.

“Little Underworld, answer me!” he roared and slammed me against the wall, both of his fists embedded in the wall on either side of my face. I almost purred… again. And the need to rub myself against him was strong.

Holy shit… he was my kind of strong. Oh boy… did he just attractive or what?

Okay Nixie, get your head out of your… you’re not a hoochie. But the way he seemed to think he could push me around and just get me to answer him made me angry.

I felt the rage boiled up inside of me, ready to erupt. I got my raging hormones under control and stared at him with my lightning eyes. No veil could control the burning fire that had erupted within me when I felt threatened. It was funny how he thought he could take me. Like I was some weak underworld.

I bared my teeth at him in a vicious growl and felt my canines elongating and punctured my bottom lip.

“Who do you think you are mister!” I pushed him back, and a glimt of confusion and surprise in his silver eyes. He probably never expected to be pushed around by a tiny female. But he quickly collected himself and put on the façade of a heartless killer ready for a fight. The true face of a warrior.

I felt the power bubble up inside of me, ready to take him on with it’s black slimy arms. But I wanted this to end in the least violent way possible. His death would somehow be a problem for me.

“Who are you?” he growled back his eyes promising me a slow death. Everything about him truly screamed danger, authority and power. So close to the aura of an Immortal.

“Nixie” I answered, deciding to just answer to actually get somewhere with this conversation. I straightened my back from the fighting stance I had been in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked and decided to do like me and stand like a normal person and not somebody that was threatening to kill you every second.

“I don’t know” I felt a weird need to look down, and not meet his eyes as I answered. Melancholia filling my mind once again.

“Then why are you here?” another question I couldn’t answer. I was not going to tell him anything about the thing that pulled me towards this place; the strange power that kept pulling me towards it.

“I don’t know” the ground beneath my feet had never been so goddamn fascinating.

“Tell me the truth!” he roared and took a step closer to me. I took a step back, or tried to, ending attaching myself to the wall like a slug . Anger build up inside him and his aura turned a dark crimson.

“I’m not!” I yelled back, trying to hold my ground. Somehow, he broke down all my defences and left me naked with nothing to hide behind. Such  a strange feeling it was

I had never had this happen to me before, sure I had felt helpless before, but I’d always had the resources to carry on and pick myself up.  But that was nothing like the feeling that was coursing through my body

He made me feel like I was a nobody. I couldn’t just rely on the power within me to make me feel like I had an advantage and I was better. But not with him. His level of power was just so close to mine. Plus he was trained by the Immortals, to keep them safe from everything that might have a chance to kill them. That’s some powerful creatures.

He was a warrior, a creature created from their blood, to protect them and to kill for them.

Maybe that was why I found him so fascinating.

The need to attack was so strong right now, to just rip his flesh from his bones and drain his soul of that delicious power that I always craved.

I felt the power wanting to take over, my power, my true self. Nevertheless, I couldn’t let it happen just because I felt threatened. I could not risk him recognizing me. Not that he would

I was an underworld and that is all I would ever let myself be.

“Tell me the truth you worthless underworld, or I’ll bring you to the council myself!” he was very agitated and I debated whether to become one with the wall or attack him.

Such fun times.

“It is the truth you warrior with a worm brain!” I yelled. Okay so I admit it, I wasn’t the best trash talker. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to peel his skin off for annoying me and making me feel this damn way.

I wonder what was under that black shirt of his… OH HELL NO NIX. Don’t you even dare go there you pervy little brain of mine.

If looks could kill I’d be so far under the ground right now that I would be the one with the worm brain. If ya get what I’m saying.

Oh that was hate building up behind those pools of silver. Liquid glowing silver…  it was indeed quite extraordinary.

I leapt forward, canines bared and a vicious growl on my lips. I moved faster than I should’ve been able to, faster than he expected. He didn’t have the power to escape me as I let the power take over my body.

The red flowed down the pale skin of my back as I sank my teeth into the skin on his shoulder. I met his eyes with lightning.

I bit down harder and tore the flesh when I ripped my head back to get away from him. The scream of pain and fury that came from him shattered the atmosphere.

I sat there on all fours, wide eyes, heart pumping faster than ever, the adrenaline coursing through my body together with the power being unleashed. Hair surrounded me, pooling at my hands on the ground, like hell fire. The blood red mixing with the darker shades of the warriors blood dripping from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed, not thinking of what I had just downed.

Warrior blood trickled down my chin and neck, sliding down the middle of my breasts, ending only the Gods know where. It was oh so sweet.

“You are her, aren’t you” it was not a question, but more of a realization that he said out laud. He looked at me with so much admiration. Then he did something very weird.

He sank down on one knee, bowed his head and placed his hand on his already healed left shoulder.

“I have finally found you”

A name, so close to my own, threw me into the oblivion of far away memories of another life, another time.

“Mommy, come and see this! Mooooooommy! Come, come, cooooome now” an eager little girl with bouncing blood red curls dragged her mother behind her. The little girl only reaching her mother to her hips. The mother was breath-taking with her blood red hair, the same as her daughter’s, it hung to her waist in perfect curls. She had a heart shaped face with the big ice blue eyes, that was framed by long black lashes, and with the body of dreams, clad in a black corset gown . She was a Goddess. The wife of Death, the Immortal on the middle throne. The strongest. Their leader. She was his flame, his eternal love. The goddess of them all.

The girl clearly a product of the two. The hair of hellfire and the eyes of lightning, she was clearly the heir to the middle throne.

They called her Goddess of the night. Though still in her child form, not even a decade old. So young, so beautiful already.

They were laughing, smiling. They were happy, as the girl continued to drag her mother behind her down the corridor made of black marble.

The fortress of Gods, Samar. The home of the Immortals.

“Easy there little one” her mother said and made the girl slow down as they neared the gate and the guardians. They stopped up in front of the gate, nodded in respect of the guardians who bowed deeply to their goddess and crown princess.

“My Goddess” they said in unison, but they were not paid attention to, as the mother bent down to her child’s level and smoothened out the folds on the white dress and then pulling the little girl close into a hug.

“My precious little angel, you are my everything” a whisper only meant for the ears of her daughter. She pulled away from the embrace, and took the girl’s hand with a smile on her face. Happiness shone out of both their faces.

A quick nod to the guardians, and they opened up the gates.

“My love!” the voice of Death boomed through the throne room, as he stood up making his way towards them. The girl detached herself from her mother and ran towards the huge man. The man was gigantic, made of pure muscle, with black hair and black eyes and caramel skin. The crown of sharpened bones on his head, marking him as the strongest of The Three Immortal Gods.

Yet the child wasn’t faced at all, she threw herself into the open arms of the God, as he bent down to catch her.

“Daddy” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His Goddess made her way to them, and joined them in the loving embrace.

They were happy.

The scene changed from the happy one before me to something so horrible it left me shaking to the core.

The blood eyes had lost every last drop of life as she stared into the nothingness. But the small smile that played on the deceased woman’s mouth hinted of a better place beyond this world.

However, the young woman that was crouched over the dead woman, her eyes showed the broken soul of a child that was fumbling through the woods trying to find her way. The blood red hair, a fiery crown around her petite frame, dressed in black, it made her look wild. Lost. She was lost and broken beyond repair. Those lightning eyes spoke of a tattered soul beyond recognition of humanity. A blood curling scream erupted from her bluish lips as she fell to her knees beside the dead, her head rolling back, her eyes fixated on the black night in front of her.

A scream pierced the air around me and I sat up in the darkness. 

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