SEPTUPLE UPDATE BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT’S RIGHT, 7 FUCKING CHAPTERS ACROSS ALL MY PLATFORMS, SO THAT’S;
- 2 PATREON EXTRAS (LEVI AND AIDEN GET DRUNK AND ALEX TOPPING MAX FOR THE FIRST TIME)
- 2 DELICATE CHAPTERS
- 2 MASTER CHAPTERS
- 1 NEW PART OF FAMILY PRANK WAR
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I wrote this chapter to “They died for us” by J.T. Peterson
I felt... sick.
Inside my body and over my skin, I felt like something sick had wrapped itself around me and took control. It was hard to breathe through the cloudy presence of hatred it brought into my lungs without permission.
I felt ugly.
Through my eyes, I watch a reality I didn’t recognise play before me, no - through me. It was Aias moving towards me, his hands clawing at me in rushed images, but it was my hands stopping him.
N-No... I don’t...
Why are... why a-are we fighting?
Aias’ eyes shone with his aggression, his face tight with his firm intention that seemed to be to take me down. But I wasn’t letting him, or my body wasn’t letting him. It was moving meeting his advances head-on, stopping his strikes with a strength that made my muscles rattle within their cage.
My mind was hazy, this new heavy presence making it hard for me to think, to try and stop. I wanted to stop this, whatever was happening I didn’t want it to continue.
I didn’t want to fight with Aias, he’s my friend.... my best friend.
But the more I tried to fight against it, the more it grew inside of me. Clogging my heart with its darkness that felt like it was pushing out all the happiness.
My body moved like never before, I was stronger and faster. Popping in and out of places without affecting time like I usually did, it felt different and wrong and I hated every second of it.
It wasn’t like when I popped Master to the gardens. This time was different and it was wrong, I could feel it in my bones that this was wrong.
But even as I moved better than I truly knew I could, Aias was better in every aspect. Every time I stopped him, it seemed to boost him up, every hit I made seemed to strengthen him and slowly, I watched from the sideline as Aias’ golden eyes took on a new light I didn’t recognise.
It was like I was seeing Aias for the first time, or another part of him.
Aias’ body crashes into mine from the side, his face mere inches from mine as his shoulder meets my chest, he releases a nasty snarl before the force of the collision sends my body soaring across the room and into the wall behind me.
Pain erupted throughout my body from my spine, spreading through me like an angered heat that makes me want to cry out but my body wouldn’t allow it. This thing that had taken control wouldn’t allow it.
Aias, I’m scared. Please stop hurting me, I’m scared.
I don’t know what’s happening but I don’t want it, I’m sorry if I did something wrong.
My true thoughts go unnoticed as this thing takes me from the wall with a rush of energy that made my senses sharpen. I pop to the back of Aias’, my hands raising without permission and form tight fists aimed for Aias.
No! I don’t want this!
My body seems to hesitate for a split second and that’s all Aias need to move away before my intended swing could land. A flare of hope sparks inside of me as I look down at my fists, my control nothing but it had been for a moment.
That was me! That just now was me Aias, not the rest. It’s not me doing this.
My body pushes forth on it’s own, advancing on Aias with intentions I didn’t harbour and speed I didn’t recognise.
But Aias was faster.
Everytime I blinked he was somewhere else, his gestures gaunt and tight with determination as he moved like the wind - light and silent.
I felt like I was split in two. One part of me the one I knew, the one that wanted this to stop and wanted to hug Aias like we always did and the other, the part that seemed dark and full of so much anger. Something new inside of me I didn’t want, the part that was fighting Aias with everything I didn’t have.
It was like the bells that told me to run earlier, except it wasn’t running it was fighting.
My body takes me behind Aias once more, my movements a fluid blend of me popping and running. But the second my feet thought the floor, Aias spins and swings his foot out. His heel meets my stomach and a heady mix of power and strength spill into me from the point of contact before I fall back with a choked cough.
My body meets a lone chair that crashes to the ground with me, the rush of energy that’d filled me gone as if Aias had stolen it from me at that moment.
“I do not want to fight you Kalem,” Aias says with his words full of sadness as he looks down at me. “You don’t have to fight me.”
I don’t want to either! I promise you Aias, I-I don’t!
Instead of the words I was screaming inside, a growl bubbles from my throat as I sit up and glare at Aias with hatred I didn’t feel inside. I didn’t hate Aias, never could and never would no matter what.
Aias sighs softly, his eyes becoming strained as he looks at me. “I suppose I was right,” Aias mutters mournfully as he stretches his hand out beside him and takes a step towards me. “There’s no more denying it.”
In the palm of his hand, a long, thin sword began to form itself with each step he took, building until it was it’s full length and glowed with power. I could feel it pouring from him, but I could see it too, the air around him becoming something formidable while his body began to grow bigger, taller. His lean body now fitted more visible muscles and the tips of his ears extended themselves to slip through his hair.
As a rush of air circled around him, the Aias I knew slipped away from him like a snake shedding its skin in favour of a newer, stronger one. This one had lighter skin that looked creamy and too perfect to touch. Aias’ usual straight, icy blonde hair turned a gentle silver that matched the pointed sword in his hands.
The Aias that stood before me was all the things I imagined an angel to be, the only thing that was missing was the wings.
The image of what he was, what I never knew he could be, pushed the darkness that’d rose inside of me into submission. The need to fight withering away to make room for the initial need to escape, to get away from Aias. It was like it knew, that part of me, knew what hid beneath the image of Aias I knew.
But I didn’t want to run. Not from Aias because no matter what form he took, no matter how scary he looked with a sword in his hands, Aias was my friend.
Aias was the one who told me stories on the darkest nights when we were locked together.
Aias was the one who took beatings to take any attention away from me and anyone else he could.
Aias told me about his realm and the sky.
Aias taught me how to make his favourite dish.
So I force myself not to move, gather all the strength I could to stop my instincts from making me pop away to something new. I do all I can to stop myself from moving as I stare up at Aias who now stood in front of me, his feet only one step away from my body.
Fear shoots itself into my veins when my scaling eyes finally reach the top to find Aias’ gold ones, the colour no longer the gold I knew but a new version of it I hadn’t seen anywhere before.
Aias raises his sword in the air, his arm crossed across his chest as he pins me with those foreign eyes that shimmer for a moment.
I close my eyes.
The sound of Aias’ sword slashing through the ear fills my ears, the warm energy in me bursting to pop away, but I stay and wait for my faith.
Aias wouldn’t hurt me. No matter what I was or who I turned out to be.
Aias was my friend. Aias loved me and I loved him.
“Ow!” I scream when I pop my eyes open to find the small cut that was in my leg.
But red blood wasn’t what came out, instead a silver liquid came out and ran the path down my leg. With a shaking hand, I reach down as swipe my finger across the sizzling cut, the pain something I barely registered with the silver blood that was coming from me.
Aias lowers himself to my level, closing the distance between us as he raises the tip of the sword to his hand to make a familiar cut to his hand. My eyes grow wider as the same silver liquid pouring out of me, slips form the open fold of his skin.
“A-Aias?” I call shakily and the sword disappears as if it never existed for Aias to pull me into his arms. “I-I don’t know w-what’s happening?”
“I know,” Aias says sadly, clinging on to me with all his strength that should’ve hurt me, but it didn’t. “I’m going to help you.”
“I-I didn’t.... f-fighting you..” A chocked sob pulls from my lips as I hug Aias back and sob into him. “Y-You’re my friend.”
“I know, I know little one,” Aias soothes gently as he releases a shaky breath. “I thought that it wasn’t you... not fully, but you wouldn’t stop.”
“I know you are,” Aias replies kindly, his body still opposing as ever but not scary. “I wanted to try another way, but when I came to you, you attacked me. I knew then that I wasn’t mistaken anymore.”
“W-What am I Aias?” I ask fearfully, not sure if I even wanted the answer.
“You’re Elven Kalem,” Aias says through clenched teeth, “Just a... different type, a dangerous type.”
Happiness wanted to explode inside of me, happiness to celebrate that I finally knew what I was and that it was something great. Elven. Aias was an elf and Aias was wonderful...but there was no room for the happiness because this didn’t sound like a good thing.
This sounded like a very bad thing.
“A d-dangerous type?” I ask and Aias plus back for me to meet his eyes, they were wet.
“Dangerous and kind,” Aias says quickly, trying to push hope into a space that wanted none of it. “Peacebringer and Death’s keeper. Legends said it could be good and bad, evil or virtuous. Ythene’s creation of balance that they strayed from generations ago, but still Ythene’s creation.”
I didn’t understand what Aias was saying. He was using words I didn’t recognise and others I didn’t want to. It was more than I knew or wanted to and it was scaring me the same way it scared him.
I could see the slight fear in his eyes.
“Amongst the Elven kind, you’re an angel, Kalem,” He says with eyes full of hope, “one meant to bring love and peace.......but....”
Aias’ hesitates to fill in the rest, his lips trembling as he stares at me as if begging me to be different, to not be whatever he feared so much. The words wouldn’t come out until he forced them from his tongue.
“....but you’re also a demon Kalem.”
...............................All will be explained, I promise.
I know through the book some people were like ah, he’s defo an angel! Then others were like - nahhhhh, he a demon! He’s too sweet. Turns out he’s both, lol.
I promise, it will make sense when Aias explains it all out, we’ll even get a bit of insight into the Elven World. Thinking of doing an Elf 101, but then I’ll get too excited and want to write his book immediately so maybe I shouldn’t.
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Until next time,