(Sloane's POV)
I woke up to a dark cavernous room that barely held any light. To be honest I was sort of freaking out because of how suffocating it was. Magic. Magic was everywhere and it was damn painful.
"Sloane," a soft voice that sounded a bit far away, like there was interference, whispered to her.
"Isbal?" My voice seemed swallowed by the thick magic around me.
"Shh. Let me talk. You're--- a pocket-----Shadow Realm. - can't reach--- some reason. He's blocking--. Trying to--- God's Realm."
Fuck. What kind of shit was this? Okay let's review what he said. Since it was the Dark Fae who knocked my ass out he's probably trying to do something to get to the God's Realm. I'm in a pocket dimension? Part of the Shadow Realm? Honestly I don't know what he was saying there. But I did get the fact that he couldn't reach us.
I was just thankful Isbal laid off the cussing. Would've been a million times more difficult to understand his dumb ass.
He was completely gone now. It felt as if the magic had shoved him out of where ever the hell I was so we couldn't communicate. Made me rather leery on where the fuck I was and how someone could block a God.
"You've awaken. Good. It's almost time and I still need to prep you."
The voice seemed to swirl around in this magic hell I was currently in.
I opened my mouth to talk and coughed as magic seemed to choke my throat. It took me a few seconds to breathe through it and barely get out, "What.. want?"
"Hmm? Yes, very well, I shall fill you in. You're the last component I'll need in order to open the bridge into the God's Realm. Currently we are ina separate space inside of the Shadow Realm."
"How.. here?" Talking was becoming a real bitch but I really needed that one answered. People with physical bodies can't enter the Shadow Realm.
"Because of you my dear."
"Me?"
He chuckled. "You don't know? Well, I won't tell you then. Let it be a surprise. I know you won't do this willingly so I'll need to just use his ability."
The magic almost seethed in anger around me and his voice became deeper, laced with an archaic feeling. "I, the darkness that fills the void, the bearer of all that hides from the light, creator of the Slaugh; recall a Favor that you, Sloane Kristine Abernath, Hybrid, favored with the Mark of Death, God Slayer; bequeathed upon me."
Something slithered inside of me and it felt as if I was no longer in control of my body.
"Open the Bridge to the God's Realm," his voice snaked through me and curled inside where I couldn't reach.
My magic begun to slip from my skin, scaring the hell out of me. My pores opened, allowing blood to run in rivers from me. If I could see myself I was sure I'd resemble Carrie at the moment. Words I didn't understand filtered through my mouth and there was no way to stop it.
While my body was working on auto pilot, my mind was trying to function and figure out how the hell to get out of this situation. How could he call in a favor? I never owed him one. I'm sure I would definitely remember. The only person I owed was Finn but for some reason I knew this guy wasn't him. It was just a gut feeling.
"I haven't talked to anyone in a while," he spoke up casually as if I wasn't bloody and chanting in another language, "You know, it's not like I'm doing anything bad. Sure I had to make a lot of sacrifices but it was a good cause. If the person you loved was killed, I'm sure you'd do the same thing."
He sounded as if he was trying to reason with me but honestly I felt bored. At this point there really was no point getting upset since I had no idea what the hell was happening. Since I couldn't move on my own, might as well listen to the weirdo.
"We were both created by him but we were in love. How come we couldn't have kids?! I'd tried to assure her it would be fine if we didn't have any but she seemed to steadily go a little more crazy with the need."
He paused and seemed to be just casually talking while they sat at a bench waiting for the bus. "It truly was most regretful that she assumed the God's would be able to give her the ability. She'd been lost in her madness and much like I've done, tried to open the bridge into the God's Realm. You see, apparently the God's can create life. As can be seen by all you creatures roaming around that Dimension."
"Who'd have thought father would kill her because of this," he spat out vehemently.
Magic that had previously felt claustrophobic began to take shape into an outline of a literal bridge and I felt slightly weak when I realized my blood had begun to cling to the magic to solidify it.
"Let's forget these past miserable things. My point is that I'm simply doing this to have a God bring her back to life. Of course you can understand that since you did everything possible to bring your friend back to life after I'd killed her."
Without my consent my legs collapsed but I continued working the magic even when I wanted to stop. My eyelids felt heavy. Maybe this time I'd truly die. How stupid.
The magic that had previously been red seemed to be blotted out for a split second and a chill covered everything. Of course I couldn't gasp or say much of anything with the binding oath of having to build the damn bridge. The guy noticed though.
"Father?! Don't stop me! You took her from me and I want her back. Or are you going to kill me as well?! Wouldn't want to do that though because who knows how much weaker you'll get."
Anyone would be able to hear the smirk in his voice. Creep ass dude.
A disembodied voice came from the void right after I felt the magic shatter. "I break the binding on this favor as it was given to me."
The voice was really damn scary. It made you think of everything that lurked within the darkness while you lay awake in bed at night. A shudder raced through me before I collapsed to the ground with my little bit of magic struggling to stay alive. With bleary eyes I watched as something with black tentacles, something my brain just couldn't make sense of, something so disturbing to look at my eyes had actually begun to bleed; reached a tentacle and wrapped around another shadowed figure.
"She was never alive. Neither are you. You were both a piece of me and as such, merely appendages. I have every right to destroy my own appendage."
With that the thing merely opened it's shadowy form to suck the other inside. Screams rent the air and I pretended like I was dead. Too damn afraid of whatever the fuck that was. Honest to Anu, I might just pee my pants. Where the hell was my damn Faith Necklace. I'd been so damn busy and on edge lately I forgot the symbol to chase evil out. This thing was most assuredly evil.
I watched transfixed as the screaming stopped and the mass of black tentacles and too many eye balls began to fold in upon itself. It made gross slurping and popping noises. There would be no smoothies or slurpees for me ever again.
My eyes almost popped out of my head as a familiar figure appeared in front of me.
"Finn?"
"Hello, Sloane. It seems that the problem you were having was something associated to me. Since you were saved by me and I just saved your pretty butt I'll accept a replacement for the favor that was previously used. Yes?"
I simply nodded my head. No way in hell I'd disagree with this monster. He looked completely normal again with his damn average looks and no accent. He looked, dare I say, genial? Fuck. This asshole.
The magic that had previously floated around us seemed to soak into me and bring me back a bit of the life I felt I'd previously lost.
"Mother fucker! Damn it! Fucker used my own slut against me. Eh? Oh hey tits. Finally got the fuck through. Is this the asshole who touched you?!"
It was just too awkward and tense; I couldn't help the laugh that burst from my mouth. Stunning both creatures in my presence.
"Fuck, I'm too tired. Goodnight," I mumbled as I simply lay down and curled up. Fuck the both of them. Who gives a shit what Dimitri and the others are doing.
A/N: Lol. I feel like Sloane is just at that point where she has her hands in the air 'Fuck this shit. I'm fucking done. I'm going for a pizza, call me when it's done.' Technically this entire book was supposed to be Sloane's POV and I feel kind of bad that Jared's role is mostly as a side character but I kind of forced him as a Main Character. When I go back to edit this I may change POV to third person maybe. Hmm. Hoped you enjoyed this. :) How'd I do with it? Honestly I am not good with any fighting. But it makes no sense to drag a fight out if the other person literally created the bad guy. I mean.. dude he could just suck him back inside of himself.