Untouchable Darkness (The Dark Ones Saga 2)

“Hey he knows what bubble wrap is

.” Alex stepped into the room. “Progress?”

Zapping Alex with a sheet of ice had just jumped up to the first thing I’d do if my power was ever restored.

“Mason’s waiting in the kitchen with Genesis, better hurry if you want any food big guy.” I think I was the big guy he was referencing. “Genesis is eating for three.”

Breakfast hadn’t helped the dizziness, and by the time I made it down into the cold wet dungeon I felt like I’d been transported back to a dark time, a time I’d rather forget. A time where I used to help torture the worst sort of immortals and humans alike, the ones who’d tried to overthrow us through a deadly alliance that should have never been.

“How!” I roared slamming Timber into the castle wall, it crumbled around his lithe body as horns protruded from his head.

He stood on shaky legs. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You cannot simply give an immortal’s essence, his blood to a human! You know what happens!”

“Oh, I know.” His smile was arrogant as fangs pressed onto his bottom lip drawing black oil like blood. “And soon, you will too.”

I barked out a laugh. “Do not test me, Demon. I will destroy everything you hold dear with my pinky finger. Push me and I’ll make you wish for death.”

As if I amused him, he smiled wider, harder. “Oh?”

To prove my point I slammed an icicle through the air impaling him against the castle wall.

He laughed.

I shot another.

And another.

“I’m sorry, does that tickle?”

“You don’t even know, do you?” he spat. “You think you’re the last. You think you’re all powerful. I wonder what you will do,” he whispered, “when you discover the truth.”

“Enough!” Sariel appeared, slamming his feet against the ground. “Release him, Cassius.”

“But—”

“He will be punished,” Sariel finished. “Most of his followers were killed in the destruction of the city. And as you know, we cannot simply kill him for doing something he claims he didn’t know was illegal.”

“Every immortal knows the rules!” I yelled, raising my voice an octave.

Sariel lifted his large hand as a single black feather fell to the ground creating a hole at his feet. “And for his punishment, he will serve time underground without food, water, or light. A thousand years, should suffice.”

Timbers eyes widened. “You cannot do this to me! Do you know who I am! I am the son of the—”

“Silence!” Sariel screamed, sending Timber into the hole. Then he closed it up with a flick of his wrist and turned. “Don’t you have work to do, Cassius?”

The dungeon walls looked eerily like the ones I’d chained Timber to so long ago.

“You gonna make it?” Ethan asked under his breath. “If this is too difficult—”

“Ethan.” I barked his name. “I mean this exactly how it sounds, shut the hell up before I find a stake and garlic.”

“Hah!” He slapped me on the back. “I love your jokes.”

“I’ll impale you with wood, don’t think I won’t try.”

“It would tickle.”