On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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Weeks turned into months, since Azir and I ventured out toward the Great City and officially knowing war was inevitable, an army was gathered. I contacted Steven and Nikolaas in Penrith, alerting them fully of the events and situation. They too worried but agreed to send an adequate amount of their Wraiths to the Isle, leaving a handful behind to protect Penrith in the meantime until things are sorted. I offered his people sanctuary and it was an offer eagerly accepted with gracious appreciation.

Azir too, sent word to his brother Azim; requesting aid from their kin. He received an answer with an arrival date two days from then. Azir and his small kin were fascinating among themselves but having an entire clan of them will be magnificent and powerful. Not just for my own experiences, but others as well. Theyโ€™re such beautiful people. Sure enough within one day of each other; both Wraiths from Penrith and Azirโ€™s kin had arrived. Azirโ€™s kinship created an astounding reaction on a grander scale, as they appeared outside the gates, dressed in their Leopard skins and armor crafted from a metal alloy that none alive had ever seen. Azirโ€™s older brother, Azim (thatโ€™s going to take some getting used to for their names sound alike) was also a beautiful and regal Nubian warrior of a lighter skin complexion. Tattoos down the right side of his face defined his being and status; shaved head, golden eyes and trimmed beard also flecked gray. There were women among them, each carrying their own weapon and watching as they strode in powerful feminine strides, beautiful and statuesque. It was a relief for Sarah and I for we were no longer the only female warriors among men. The Jinn women were equal to their male partners.

Derek too offered assistance, calling on other friends that lived in Scotland, giving the excuse he had arranged a job, which received excellent feedback for at least twenty men from his past military units, appeared days after the other arrivals, angering the Wraiths and Demons, for more Lycynians had arrived. As if those on the Isle werenโ€™t enough; the air reeked with the scent of wet-mucky dog.

It was official...we had our army. Staring out the windows of the upstairs lounge outside the study, toward the gates; where all 2450 warriors, give or take, (380 Penrith vampires + 130 Jinn + Derekโ€™s forty friends + 330 Ravenstone warriors) gathered, I couldnโ€™t believe itโ€™s actually come down to this. My mom and other Wiccans strolled through the small encampment both inside and outside the wall where tents pitched, offering food, water, blankets and even protection prayers for those who held onto their faith.

โ€œHiโ€ฆโ€ a voice whispered in my ear as arms gently wrapped around me from behind, โ€œwhatโ€™s on your mind?โ€

Turning around, I laid my hands on Anthonyโ€™s chest before wrapping them around his waist. I leaned my head against his chest, feeling the comfort he offered. That was another thing that had happened during the changes taking place; he and I were in a steady relationship with NO drama or difficulty. Although taking things slow, for he and I were both cautious of opening ourselves up, we had much in common. We havenโ€™t been intimate yet and believe me, with Anthony, I really wanted to but he was the perfect gentleman and didnโ€™t put that level of pressure on my shoulders.

โ€œI was justโ€ฆโ€ I pulled away to look up into his warm face, โ€œthinking.โ€

โ€œAbout?โ€ he moved my bangs aside.

โ€œEverything.โ€ I sighed then walked over sitting on the couch.

He walked over sitting alongside me, wrapping his left around my shoulders. We sat there talking about the army gathered outside then changed the topic, sharing moments in laughter before squeezing in a few warm kisses before we were accidentally interrupted.

โ€œBad time?โ€ a voice appeared near the stairs.

Focusing our eyes in that direction, there stood Molock.

โ€œYes, it is. I thought you appear when your name is called out three times...Molock.โ€ I uttered.

โ€œNormallyโ€ฆyes, but I also appear to those who need me and that list, I must say, is very short.โ€ he chuckled lightly as he approached sitting across from us, โ€œBut youโ€™re in need at this moment for some advice, although youโ€™re not expecting it. So how can I help you, other than being the perfection that sits before you.โ€ he jokingly bowed.

โ€œVanity. Isnโ€™t that a sin?โ€ Anthony shifted in place.

โ€œOne of seven that Iโ€™ve easily committed, Anthony Giovanni.โ€ Molockโ€™s voice sounded blunt, โ€œNow, may I give you some advice that perhaps your lover hereโ€ฆโ€ he gestured at the Italian, โ€œhasnโ€™t.โ€

โ€œExcuse me?โ€ Anthony frowned as he leaned forward.

โ€œEasy thereโ€ฆโ€ I placed my right hand on Anthonyโ€™s back, โ€œI donโ€™t need this from you. Anthony, pleaseโ€ฆโ€

He frowned, breaking his eye contact from the Sumerian sitting across from him and once making eye contact with the young woman beside him, his frown faded and his eyes filled with warmth.

โ€œApologies, Little Yzaโ€ฆโ€ he glanced at his feet, โ€œIโ€™ll leave if youโ€™d like.โ€

โ€œNo, donโ€™t.โ€ I pleaded, โ€œPlease. Iโ€™m sure whatever Molock has to say, he can say it in front of present company.โ€ I side-eyed Molock, โ€œRight?โ€

โ€œSure.โ€ Molock leaned back against the couch, then asked how the preparations were coming along.

โ€œSmoothly, I suppose but Iโ€™ve never had to do this so I donโ€™t know if Iโ€™m doing everything right.โ€ I answered.

โ€œThereโ€™s never a proper way to prepare for war, except to know who your enemy is and Iโ€™m sure you, demoness, that war comes in various forms. Either physโ€ฆโ€

โ€œDemoness?โ€ Anthony questioned, โ€œDid you just call her demoness?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ Molock revealed, โ€œAnd why wouldnโ€™t I, Giovanni? She is part demon.โ€

โ€œYes, she is but thatโ€™s not all who she is!โ€ Anthony complained.

I grinned, admiring Anthonyโ€™s chivalry then added, for I didnโ€™t see anything wrong with the pet name,

โ€œAnthony, I donโ€™t mind. Really. Itโ€™s okay.โ€

Anthony sighed heavily, feeling protective then apologized for he had never acted out like this.

โ€œItโ€™s alright, Anthony. โ€œ Molock admired the Italianโ€™s honorable intentions, โ€œI mean her no harm and I admire your protectiveness of her. She needs it. Now, may I continue?โ€ he glanced between Anthony and I receiving nods ,โ€Good. As I was saying, war comes in many forms, whether itโ€™s physical or verbal. No matter how a warrior lives their life, war always dwells in the shadows or around the corner ready to strike. Or worse.โ€ he paused, expressing sadness in his dark eyes for a memory came back to him in that moment. He blinked his eyes, clearing his throat then continued, โ€œAll an individual can do, is fight-the-good-fight and hope they have what it takes to succeed and win. No oneโ€ฆand I mean NO ONE is immune to war. Believe me, I know that all too well.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve seen many wars?โ€ Anthony inquired.

โ€œFor 6300 years? Every...single...one in history. From the very beginning.โ€

โ€œSixty-three hundred years?โ€ Anthonyโ€™s tone exaggerated more than he expected.

โ€œEternity is a gift, but itโ€™s also such a bore.โ€ he grinned, โ€œBut getting back to the topic at hand here. You, Yzavela...arenโ€™t alone. You have your hound, dragon, mother and now it seems a dedicated lover that will protect you.โ€

โ€œAlright, first off...stop right there.โ€ I objected, โ€œWould you please stop saying LOVER as if Anthonyโ€™s not sitting right next to me? And secondly, he has a name so have the courtesy of using it! As a man who gains such respect by just sitting there...โ€ I gestured at Molockโ€™s presence, โ€œwhy donโ€™t you show some!โ€ I began steaming which began sparking my Aura.

Molock realized he was mocking the Italianโ€™s presence and knew that the young woman cared for him deeply. Adjusting his gauntlets in a moment of being put in his place, he sincerely apologized; words Anthony accepted reluctantly.

โ€œThank you!โ€ I affirmed as the steam evaporated, โ€œNow, youโ€™re making it sound like Iโ€™ll be fighting this war alone. What about all of them out there? And my friends?โ€

โ€œThe warriors out there? And friends that get in different moods from one moment to the next? You trust them?โ€ Molock scoffed, โ€œYzavela, youโ€™re not stupid. Theyโ€™re individuals that are only fighting with you, in your time of war, so they have the excuse to kill each other or their enemy. I wouldnโ€™t trust any of them with my life. Excluding present company, it seems. You know Iโ€™m right, because before you and your mother came to this island, the fight against your past was yours and yours alone. Just remember that when you speak with your army andโ€ฆfriends; not to mention when youโ€™re out there on the field.โ€

Anthony and I sat there admiring Molock, for he was a being that possessed such knowledge and ancient history. His words held such truth, even though he represented and worked for Lucifer; the father of lies that are really the hidden truth no one wants to hear.

โ€œHeโ€™s right, Little Yzaโ€ฆโ€ Anthonyโ€™s voice broke the silence between the three of us, โ€œI canโ€™t argue with him in that opinion. Iโ€™m sure even Molockโ€ฆโ€ he leaned forward looking at the Sumerian, โ€œtrusted only himself during the wars of his past, si?โ€

โ€œI wouldnโ€™t be here if I hadnโ€™t.โ€

โ€œKeeps!?โ€ Erikโ€™s voice suddenly abruptly interrupted as he appeared near the stairs, โ€œBloody hell, what the f*ck are they both doing here!?โ€ he studied the closeness between Anthony and I, and Molockโ€™s presence, โ€œSecret meetings with your new lovers, huh?โ€

I closed my eyes, realizing what a mistake it was trying to get involved with Erik, while at the same time, patting myself on the back for getting out before things turned worse.

โ€œThis...is not what you think!โ€ I snarled, opening my eyes, โ€œNot at all.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t know what Iโ€™m thinking.โ€ Erik protested, not wanting to hear my words or excuses.

โ€œYouโ€™re forgetting, boy...we both know what youโ€™re thinking. At all times.โ€ Molock taunted, referring to his and my telepathic ability, โ€œWould you like to tell her or does she already know?โ€ he glanced in my direction.

โ€œHe doesnโ€™t have to.โ€ I frowned, โ€œWhat do you want?โ€

โ€œJonathan was looking for you.โ€ Erik uttered, โ€œSomething about his fatherโ€™s order that hasnโ€™t come in.โ€

โ€œAnd youโ€™re here telling me that why?โ€ I stood.

โ€œHe was busy.โ€ Erik snapped.

Molock and Anthony sat quietly for the moment wasnโ€™t theirs to interfere.

โ€œNo. Thatโ€™s not it.โ€ I approached, โ€œYou wanted to come here, like youโ€™ve done these past few months, to try and patch things up between us. But Iโ€™ll tell you the same thing I told you all those other times! Iโ€™m done. Simple as that.โ€

โ€œOf course you are. Youโ€™re shagging him now, arenโ€™t you?โ€ he gestured at Anthony who leaned forward, clenching his fists.

โ€œIf I were thatโ€™s none of your business.โ€ I snapped then added telepathically, โ€œYouโ€™re just jealous it couldnโ€™t be you, so that way you can put me on your shelf of trophies after youโ€™ve had your fun.โ€ I frowned.

Erik nodded and for the first time, I really got a good look at him. Despite his handsome features and strong character, he lacked respect. He was a rich-boy yes, and he knew it. Whether or not he had intentions of putting me on that prized shelf, I didnโ€™t know but I wasnโ€™t going to hate him just because things didnโ€™t work out between us and in no way, was he like Nathan using women for fun then tossing them aside. I donโ€™t think Erik would be that cruel and staunch. But he is what he is; a temperamental pureblood Englishman five hundred dollar stuff-shirt.

โ€œErik, I think you should go.โ€ Anthony stood and with two steps, he stood behind me.

โ€œI wasnโ€™t talking to you.โ€ Erik ignored the Italianโ€™s presence.

โ€œI know you werenโ€™t, but just the same...I think you should.โ€ Anthony affirmed.

โ€œI wasnโ€™t...talking to you!โ€ Erik leered toward Anthony.

โ€œBe gone!โ€ Molock waved his right hand and Erik disappeared from his place in front of Anthony and I; vanishing in a swirling green fire.

โ€œWhat...what did you do!?โ€ I turned to Molock.

โ€œRelax, heโ€™s still alive. I sent him outside.โ€ Molock stood, โ€œNow, is there anything else youโ€™d like to talk about? I have time!โ€ he hungered for time away from Hell.

โ€œI have a question.โ€ Anthony added.

โ€œYes?โ€

โ€œAre you going to fight with us? Because if you could make a pureblood vanish with the wave of your hand, then what else can you do out on the field?โ€ Anthony finished.

โ€œSadly, no. Lucifer...doesnโ€™t allow me to interfere in Earthly affairs. I have one position and one alone. Collecting souls and once Iโ€™ve collected my quota for the assignment, Iโ€™m given free time. Moments like this, for example. Butโ€ฆI do have my moments where I sneak away and he doesnโ€™t even know so what Lucifer doesnโ€™t knowโ€ฆโ€ he glanced around, โ€œwonโ€™t hurt him, right?โ€

โ€œBut what if he does find out that youโ€™re here and not out there collecting souls?โ€ I worried.

โ€œHow much trouble would you get into?โ€ Anthony finished the other part of my concern.

I glanced up at him giving a smile which he returned then we waited for Molockโ€™s answer.

โ€œTrouble?โ€ the DemonJinn cackled, โ€œOh, Iโ€™m in trouble all the time but without me heโ€™d be lost. I guess, you can say, Iโ€™ve helped him organize things in Hell. I have my tricks to get out of things and situations, so donโ€™t worry about me. Iโ€™ve been around for 6300 years and Iโ€™m still here.โ€

Anthony and I nodded, listening to how easy his words and answers came. Anthony, being Catholic, wanted to know what Lucifer was like so he asked the very question,

โ€œWhatโ€™s he like? Lucifer, I mean?โ€

Molock was left stumped. No oneโ€™s ever asked him that question, much less him having to explain the ArchJinn in words. He shifted his feet then paced, searching for the right words.

โ€œAnthony, I think you stumped a God.โ€ I smiled.

โ€œI think so too.โ€ he teased, then we sat waiting for Molock to find the words.

โ€œAlright, I have it.โ€ Molock turned to his audience of curious faces, โ€œLucifer is definitely not what man says he is, according to your Catholic faithโ€ฆโ€ he gestured at Anthony, โ€œor any other.โ€ he took his seat across from us once more, โ€œHeโ€™s not a creature with the tail, hooves and bat-like wings, although he does have classic-elegant horns, I suppose. And his wings? He still possesses his glorious black warrior ArchJinn wings, but considering his circumstances and realm of which he resides, theyโ€™re slightly singed. Itโ€™s Hell after all. Thereโ€™s nothing beautiful there. But most importantly, among many misconceptions, he DOES NOT believe in-or accept, mans same sex lifestyles of which I can agree to, is vile and goes against the natural-sexual biology. Man was made for woman and woman was made for man. Their bodies are puzzles made to fit and thatโ€™s that! Thereโ€™s no variation!. Ugh...โ€ he shivered at the thought.

โ€œAgreed!โ€ both Anthony and I muttered.

Suddenly, a powerful energy filled the lounge that sent an eerie chill down my spine.

โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ Anthony felt me trembling against him.

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ I answered.

โ€œIf itโ€™s what I think it is, youโ€™ve just sensed Luciferโ€™s summons which means heโ€™llโ€ฆโ€and before he could finish, he heard the ArchJinnโ€™s voice overpower his thoughts in a deep guttural voice, โ€œMOLOCK!โ€ and at the sound of his call, Molock flinched slightly feeling the unpleasantry, โ€œI have to go.โ€ he finished, โ€œBefore he sends the hounds after me.โ€

โ€œThank you, Molock.โ€ I appreciated his advice as I stood politely.

โ€œNo worries, demoness...I mean, Yzavela.โ€ he nodded, respecting Anthonyโ€™s boundaries, โ€œIt was my pleasure.โ€ then he stood, โ€œAnd Anthony?โ€

โ€œSi?โ€ the Italian stood alongside.

โ€œYou take great care of her and whatever you do, donโ€™t break her heart or trust for if you doโ€ฆโ€ the Sumerian spoke telepathically directly to Anthony as he approached over-towering in his tall stature, โ€œIโ€™ll make sure I come for your soul while youโ€™re living and believe me, thatโ€™s not pleasant. Sheโ€™s a wonderful and special young woman.โ€

I wondered what was said for Molock had put a block on their conversation; I felt the barrier as I tried listening in but studying Anthonyโ€™s sudden nervous mannerisms, Iโ€™m guessing a warning was given. I shared a smile of which he returned then broke his gaze, replying softly telepathically in return,

โ€œAs a man who cares for her deeply, you have my word as a Giovanni. And yes, she is!โ€

โ€œAlright then!โ€ Molock grinned sarcastically then backed away, โ€œIโ€™ll be around.โ€ he elegantly bowed then vanished in a swirling red flame.

Once his presence was gone, I stood in front of Anthony folding my arms.

โ€œWhat was that about?โ€ I pondered.

โ€œWhat was what about?โ€ he teased, taking his seat once more.

โ€œBetween you and Molock?โ€ I sat sideways in his lap, โ€œI know something that wasnโ€™t for my ears was said, so what was it?โ€

โ€œA promise.โ€ he revealed honestly, โ€œTo protect you and thatโ€™s a promise Iโ€™ll keep until the day I die.โ€

โ€œWhat is with you and death?โ€ I worried, remembering his fears he shared with me about being marked for death.

โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter.โ€ he gently stroked my cheek then leaned in, giving an Anthony sort-of kiss.

โ€œMm.โ€ I squealed then laughed as he began tickling me.

It was perfect. I was happy. He was happy. I think the time may be right.


For Drakuul, the weeks turning into months, hadnโ€™t been kind. Days after receiving the Keeperโ€™s message, he ordered Matrx and all the guards patrolling Parliament that he wasnโ€™t to be disturbed. For hours; days at times, heโ€™d waste his breath, attempting to conjure larger numbers of the creatures he had called forth previously. Unaware of the reasons why his attempts failed, he saved his breath, reciting a duplication spell; creating larger numbers he had hoped to originally conjure.

Matrx, who had an extreme dislike for the practice of the magical arts itself, hated having full responsibility of being in charge of the creatures Drakuul conjured. Although knowing he could easily take out the man he hated, heโ€™d be stuck with the creatures for they would no longer have a purpose. But deep in his core, Matrx knew Drakuulโ€™s days were numbered; either by his hand, or another.

But good news out of all the bullsh*t taking place, was that the tunnels were finally cleared out and stabilized for their armies to march through. Matrx had them scanned using one of the Harpies that wore a GPS tracker, mapping the entire abandoned tunnel system that ran quite far beneath the Great City and further out. Receiving this news gave Drakuul more hope but he had even more when Matrx, taking a large handful of men he personally trained, drove out to the small town of Penrith because reports of cityfolk escaping there for safety attracted their attention.

โ€œSo what do you think weโ€™ll find there, General?โ€ one of the men questioned from the back of the truck.

โ€œDonโ€™t know but there has to be something.โ€ Matrx frowned, โ€œHow much further?โ€ he turned to the soldiers in the back that tracked and recorded their locations.

โ€œWeโ€™re two towns out, General. Iโ€™d say maybe...three days out.โ€ a soldier revealed.

โ€œThree days?โ€ Matrx complained, โ€œAlright. Pull over. I need to take a leak.โ€ he ordered gruffly without caring about his verbal manners.

The truck pulled over; several soldiers along with their General stepped aside off the road, relieving themselves. Once doing so, they paced stretching their legs, smoked, or shared drinks amongst each other. Staring at the night sky, taking notice they had been driving all day, Matrx took in a deep breath catching the freshness of the air that lacked smoke and burning flesh, unlike that of the Great City. He turned, glancing back seeing it nowhere in sight. Many times, he thought about just disbanding the army and leaving the Great City behind, starting over somewhere else, but that thought faded for what was he going to do? Become a fisherman with a dark past? No. He wasnโ€™t the cliche type and knew that he made his bed and would lay in it until the moment he died in battle.

โ€œAlright, letโ€™s get going!โ€ he ordered loudly then climbed back in the truck; he watched as the men in his side mirror huddled into their vehicles, โ€œGoโ€ฆโ€ he instructed the driver.

โ€œWhat do we know about this town, General? Penrith.โ€ a soldier asked.

โ€œIf I knew, we wouldnโ€™t be out here would we?โ€ Matrx mocked, glancing over his shoulder, โ€œBut from what I know, itโ€™s nothing more than a pass-through town but those that live there, might have the information we need. Good enough for you, soldier?โ€

โ€œYes, General.โ€ the soldier sat back, chewing on his gum.


Another night on the Isle passed; warriors were tucked in their tents. It was 10:45pm as Caleb paced the wall watching a monitor screen he held in hand, receiving video feed from a military drone belonging to one of Derekโ€™s friends who modified it, allowing the gadget to travel a further distance than programmed. Azir too, infused the gadget with a magical kick, allowing it to pass through the fog barrier without having its battery die. The drone hovered toward the mainland, scouting for signs of Drakuulโ€™s advancement; nothing yet. However, listening to music on his I-pod with a rhythmic drum solo, footage revealed a unit of 13 vehicles (five massive tanks and six military trucks) venturing toward Penrith. Caleb removed his ear-buds tapping the screen, pulling up the map; their direction accurate as they approached the quiet town.

โ€œSh*tโ€ฆโ€ he mumbled then raised his gaze calling out, โ€œNick, Wyatt, Justinโ€ฆโ€ they stood nearby, โ€œlook at this, mates.โ€ he showed them the screen; no logo or company name visible on the vehicles themselves.

โ€œWhere are they headed?โ€ Nick questioned.

โ€œAccording to the map, theyโ€™re heading toward Penrith.โ€ Caleb revealed solemnly, worrying for the Wraiths, Demons and townsfolk.

โ€œContact Nikolaas up there and give them a heads up and time to prepare.โ€ Justin informed, โ€œIโ€™ll track down Yza and let her know.โ€ but before he disappeared, he turned back to his friends, โ€œAny idea where she might be?โ€

โ€œEither her dwelling or probably somewhere with Anthony.โ€ Caleb added.

โ€œWhy do you make it sound like thatโ€™s a bad thing?โ€ Nick slapped his arm, โ€œHe treats her the way she should be treated. Unlike Erik. Sheโ€™s happy and for that, Iโ€™m happy for her.โ€ he made his point, โ€œCheck the human lounge. I heard itโ€™s movie nightโ€ฆโ€

โ€œRight.โ€ Justin nodded then teleported, appearing outside the dwelling where he could hear voices erupting from inside.

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