The Cursed Beauty (BEYNIKA) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 15: {The Goddess And Into The Depths Of Naraka}

Onika.

To say that I was livid after I have just declared war on the witch whose existence became a thorn in my side, was an understatement. I was never the woman to take her temper down, I have always let it consume me whole. Therefore, it was to no surprise that I stood at the threshold of it, as I let every bit of my rage consume me whole. And it wasn't the kind of anger that burned hot and quick; this fury was ancient, blackened like the void before creation, deeper than the roots of existence. It swallowed the last vestiges of my mortal form, twisting me into something divine and terrible. My skin darkened, ink spilling across my body until I became obsidian, the living embodiment of wrath. It was something known about Kali, the more furious she is, the darker she gets, until she becomes as black as midnight. My fingers flexed, and I felt the weight of destruction coursing through me. The air crackled around me, thick with the scent of iron and lightning.

The moment I announced we were going realms hunting, the air around me fractured with the weight of my rage. Every single thing within this mortal world was attuned to my wrath, from the crackling thunder that was heard from the heavens into the sky, to the howling wind that has become one with my ragged breathing. I was Mother Nature after all. Shadows devoured my body, deepening into the black of ink spilled into the abyss. My fingers lengthened, sharpened, my breath fogged the air like the exhale of a vengeful deity, one that was roaring for blood. And I would bring ruin to anything that dared stand between me and that.

One thing that did come in handy with getting my endless powers back, as well as all of my forms, was the fact that I could finally multitask properly. I gently carried Beyoncé's unconscious body in one set of my arms, while another one of mine made sure to cradle her head against my chest as I stepped foot inside her... mansion, I believe. Even in her stillness, her presence was fire―burning, consuming, eternal. My chest tightened as I felt my third eye opening, seeing through her, hoping that I could see something useful about her whereabouts, yet all I was met with was the darkness of her body, and a void where the thread of her soul should've been at. A bitter darkness swept over me as I closed my third eye off, concealing it out of sight, before starting to walk ahead.

"You are mine to protect, cherish, and love, in every lifetime. I am deeply sorry for failing the first one, beloved." I murmured, my voice low, guttural, primal. It was my raw voice, an otherworldly one, therefore it was deeper, more distorted than usual, and darker. "I will get you back, even if it's the last thing I do. And I will burn through the layers of existence, if I have to." I promised her still form, as I pressed my lips on her cold forehead.

With each step I took, I felt the halls pulsing with an unnatural energy, shadows stretching long across the marble floors as if recoiling from my presence. And I don't blame them, my fury was palpable, as it was leaving a fiery trail behind me that my sister made sure to drowse with her powers, making me shake my head at her behavior. I understood her though, I wouldn't want us to suffer from Beyoncé's own wrath when she wakes up and sees that I have burnt her house to the ground, while Rihanna did nothing to stop me.