Blood Crown by Tamara Rose Blodgett

Author:Tamara Rose Blodgett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2018-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

Dark Master

He slithers down the hall, still slightly encumbered with the Singer costume. Dark Master consoles himself with the fact his host body is in excellent shape, possessing strength as well as vitality.

The sithen walls darken as he passes, trailing his fingers behind him on the stone. Smoldering lines etch black into what was gold, silver, and ivory.

He has a goal. The mind of the one he inhabits still holds memories, and Dark Master seeks that which he found among those memories.

The sithen feels his need, and the hall shifts before him. A door of medieval architecture, also disturbingly similar to the type which survive the heat of Hades in the realm of Below, sprouts like a weed directly in front of him.

Jerking it open, Dark Master passes through. The hall splits into a Y-shaped yoke, and he takes a moment to observe the dual pathway of darkness, lit only by the softly glowing metallic stones as vapor escapes the cavities of his borrowed body. Doors line both the left and right of the straight run in front of him that he chooses.

The only door he’s interested in stands in his line of sight. Behind the closed door is the unscrupulous and merciless leader of the Singer stronghold of Region Two.

Jacqueline.

Perfection. Victor’s memory bank imbues Dark Master with the feelings for and remembrance of this one.

Dark Master feels a genuine smile overtake his face. Oh the joy.

He knocks at the door, his eyes flicking quickly in each direction to see there are no immediate witnesses, and uses his untapped internal fortitude to clamp down on the natural vapor of his kind.

After a moment, a woman of exceeding beauty answers the door. Dark eyes widening in clear surprise, she exclaims, “Victor!”

Dark Master gives a nod with his chin only. The host has memories of conduct, as well. Too bad he had not been a demonic. This one was very self-contained, based on his recall.

Victor would have made an enduring torturer within the bowels of Below.

No matter.

Dark Master shakes off the regret. A Singer of angelic blood could never exist in Below in any event.

The Rare One, who currently holds a piece of Below within her, is the only exception. That thought is enough to set him back on task.

“My queen.”

“No—Julia is the queen of us all,” she states quickly. “Do come in.” She steps to the side to allow him entry as a sharp cry pierces the silence of the moment.

Dark Master slips in behind her, searching intently for the disturbance. A newborn fey babe lies swaddled in a small bassinet.

Her eyes follow him, and she whimpers.

Oh my... Dark Master hesitates. This small one sees through the costume to what hides beneath. Affixing an oily smile upon his countenance, he looks past the babe at the mother.

This is the way. Jacqueline is the vehicle to see his plans come to fruition.

Besides, the babe is too small to communicate his deception. Dark Master’s face turns to the small one again.

In the unlikely event she were to reveal him, there are permanent options available to prevent further exposure.

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