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Immediate Aftermath

Ye Be Warned! Major Spoilers for the Cataclysm Finale ahead! I just let the Vibes carry me wherever so the POV jumps around a lot and... this is kinda long. Enjoy! 3.6k words

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Starlight

The intercom beeped off after that mass-maker—Samuel Collins’—little announcement. Asher staggered over to us, holding a wound on his shoulder. It looked like a vampire bite. I was leaning heavily on Avior, hands balled into fists in his shirt in an attempt to stay upright.

I looked between the werewolf and the daemon. “We need to get out of here,” I said. Voice raspy with exhaustion.

“Starlight?” Avior asked.

“We need to get out. The vampires are gonna start vying for territory. I am not falling prey to any of them, but I’m too drained to defend myself right now.” I rested my head on his chest, barely able to keep it upright.

“Coordinator…” Asher said. He looked as exhausted as I was.

I met his warm amber eyes. “Get your pack out of Dahlia. Take the Keaton Pack’s former territory in Ferris if you can. Don’t trust any vampire.”

“Can you shift?” Avior asked.

Asher looked into the middle distance over my shoulder. “Maybe. I think I overused my magic,” he growled, voice even more gravelly than the last time he and I had spoke.

Avior released a breath he’d been holding—while I remembered that daemons didn’t actually need to breathe—and closed his eyes.

His Telepathy brushed against my magic. Camelopardalis. Are you there?

I didn’t catch the reply, but Cam must have said something, because I felt Avior’s thoughts again.

Regroup with me. ASAP. I need your help.

A few moments later, the familiar figure of Cam appeared in front of us—running, rather than rifting. “What can I do?” His voice was soft, but cut perfectly over the pandemonium still raging.

Avior nodded to Asher. “Get him back to his pack. Make sure he’s safe.”

Cam nodded. “Of course.” He scooped up Asher and disappeared in a blur before the shifter alpha could protest.

Avior looked down at me. “Starlight… I hate to ask this of you. But… I need…”

“Take whatever you need,” I interrupted. “I may be physically exhausted but I have plenty of emotion to share.”

“I love you,” he whispered as his grip tightened on me, keeping me up.

After a moment, his eyes closed.

All daemons. Fall back, his voice echoed in my mind. Rendezvous at the old pack den in Ferris. We have to get out of the city. Rift there or run. I’ll meet you. Vega, to me. I need your report.

Avior bent and scooped up my legs, cradling me to his chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Running to the rendezvous.”

“You were just a conduit for extremely powerful Sovereign magic. Aren’t you exhausted?”

Avior took off running. “Sovereign magic and daemon magic aren’t that different. My form is literally made to benefit off their power. We fed on them, remember? I’m not physical like you. You letting them in is much more exhausting for you than channeling their power was for me. I am exhausted but I have ways of powering through it that a human doesn’t.”

He slammed to a stop and kissed my forehead as he set me down. I glanced around. I’d been to Ferris a couple times. Just enough to recognize I wasn’t in Dahlia anymore.

Vega was standing in front of the large, rundown pack house. Leaned against the brick. Arms crossed. One of his horns had chipped. Not broken, but chipped.

He looked appalled to see me. You’re alive?

“Obviously,” I replied.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Avior said.

That much is clear, Vega agreed.

“Is your… lover still at the haven?” I asked.

Yes.

“Go back there. Get them out,” Avior said. “Bring them here to us where they’ll be safer. Then we can talk.”

Your heart is soft, Avior.

“Yours is softer than you let on. Now go.”

Vega just smirked—

And ducked backward through a tear in reality.

Avior sagged. “Let’s go get you a spot to rest for a bit. You’re about to fall over.” Still supporting weight my knees couldn’t bear, he helped me stumble into the former den. Our whole group of daemons were milling about inside. Avior ignored all of them and took me upstairs to a threadbare mattress. “You’re safe here, my starlight. These daemons respect you. Rest for as long as you need.”

I barely caught the last word before I passed out.

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Avior sighed and left the bedroom before rifting—for the first time in his life of his own volition—downstairs. Almost just to prove he knew how now to himself.

Which was ridiculous. He’d had that knowledge of how shoved into his head and passed from him to every daemon in existence on either side of the Meridian. What little had been left of those two Sovereigns—Elaetum and Min’Ara—had still been more powerful than any one daemon could ever hope to be. Even Vega. To touch the minds of every daemon…

“What the hell was all that about?!” Scorpius demanded the moment Avior appeared in the main room. There was a large crack through one of his twisting horns and he had a large black eye that was already rapidly healing. “What happened back there?!”

“I don’t know!” Avior spat. “I wasn’t there! Vega shoved me through a rift and then led you all to the Spire!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about!” Scorpius retorted. “I’m talking about the rifting. How do we suddenly just know how? That much I assume you had something to do with.”

Avior longed to go back to Aria. To get out of this physical form he’d been confined to for so long. Maybe being astral again would get rid of the headache forming behind his temples from how hard he’d been clenching his jaw.

But if the Chorus realized he was the one who’d become the Sovereigns’ conduit and trapped the rest of them in the Meridian to stabilize it… he didn’t want to imagine the punishment he’d have to take. He didn’t want to imagine what would happen to his daemons here—and his starlight, finally resting upstairs—should he not survive it.

Best to lay low in Elegy for now.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I did. It’s a long story and I need Vega here before I have to tell it twice.”

Scorpius did not look satisfied with that answer, but seemed to accept that, for now, that was all Avior would say before Vega came back. He shoved a hand through his hair and stomped off. Avior closed his eyes. Being the leader was going to be more exhausting than channeling the Sovereigns’ power.

He looked around, taking stock of his daemons. Ones he’d kept safe in the haven for years. A head count ticked through his head. Elnath, Bellatrix, Scorpius, Cam, Crux, Vega’s on his way…

“Hold up,” his voice said loudly, cutting across all the chatter and silencing it in an instant. “Where are Delphinus and Vindemiator?!”

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Caelum was confused. Delphinus’ arms were wrapped around his shoulders, quietly trying to encourage him to “block it out.” He hadn’t seen Delphinus in a long time—but the minute he’d ended up in Elegy, the older Empathy Daemon had been there. Holding him. Comforting him. Whispering words of encouragement. Telling him that he’d be okay—that he’d learn to block out all the hurt and pain that pulsed in the Spellsong of this plane like lifeblood.

Caelum had been terrified the day Delphinus was exiled to Elegy all that time ago. Ursa had done her best to steward him after that, but Caelum had always missed Delphinus.

“D-D-Delphi…” he whimpered. “I-I-I—I can’t block it out!” A sob shook his body.

“Yes you can. You’re gonna be okay, Caelum. I promise,” Delphinus said, voice getting a little louder but no less comforting. “C’mon. We’ll get you somewhere you can be safe, and we’ll start finding people for you to feed on.”

Caelum nodded, his little curly horn getting caught in Delphinus’ shirt. Delphinus waved a hand and a soft, fuzzy sweater—the same color as Caelum’s astral form was—appeared over Caelum, along with something comfy on his legs. Delphinus also gave him shoes and they started to make their way through the woods outside the big human city together.

After a bit, Caelum knew where they were going. “Are you following that warmth?” he asked, looking up at Delphinus with tears in his eyes.

Delphinus nodded. “Yeah. That warmth is how humans’ happiness feels to us,” he replied. “It’s what you and I feed on. We’re Empathy Daemons, here on Elegy. We feed on happiness, joy, and empathy. Compassion. It’s scarce on Elegy, but we’ll be okay. I promise.”

Caelum nodded. He didn’t feel okay—but Delphinus had never lied to him.

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Freelancer

Vindemiator cringed, squeezing his eyes shut. I rushed over to him as he staggered. “Vin—Vin, what’s wrong?” I asked frantically.

He shook his head, whipping his hair off his forehead. “I… I just got hit with a wave of magic. I… I know how to rift, now,” he said. “And… the Meridian… I can feel it. It’s stable.” He looked off through the trees. I followed his line of sight, looking off toward Dahlia.

“They did it?” I whispered.

“They… they did something. I… I don’t know what.” He took a shuddering breath. “But I can feel it between Aria and Elegy, now. It’s strong.”

I took his face in my hands. “Maybe we’ll have more time to be happy together, now.”

His gaze was soft as it landed on mine. “God, I hope so,” he breathed. “Come on. Let’s go out to the garden. If Avior tracks us down for ditching the haven, I’d rather face his wrath outside than let him accidentally destroy the kitchen.”

I nodded. “Let’s go work on the garden, then, for a while.”

He pressed a desperate, relieved kiss to my lips. One I returned with equal fervor, holding onto him tight. We were gonna be okay—we’d have more time together.

When we pulled away, he led me by the hand outside and we started to till the hard soil, the chilly autumn air made it hard to break the ground where the water in the soil was already trying to freeze, but it was nothing we couldn’t handle.

It was about an hour before Vindemiator spoke again.

He looked up from where he’d been helping me shovel up some dirt. “Someone’s coming. Daemons,” he said.

“Multiple?”

He nodded. “Two.”

“Avior and Vega?”

“I can’t tell. They’re too far away.” He pushed me behind him. “Get in the house. I’ll put some wards up.”

“Vin—”

“This isn’t a debate, my love. Get inside. If it’s not Avior and Vega—I don’t want to imagine who else it could be.”

“But they’re daemons. They’re your people.”

Vindemiator fixed me with a Look. “I was exiled, remember? If these ones weren’t, they’re probably looking for a fight.”

“Vin, please, don’t—”

“Hello?” a voice called. It sounded young. But not Avior’s, nor Vega’s in my head, the way I’d gotten used to.

“Who are you?” Vindemiator snapped back.

Two figures emerged from the trees—and Vindemiator dropped the shovel he’d been holding.

“Delphinus?” he demanded. “And—who is this?”

“This is Caelum,” Delphinus replied. I’d heard the name Delphinus from Vindemiator. Delphinus was an Empathy Daemon. Exiled for the same reason most daemons ended up on my plane. Speaking out about the treatment of the Sovereigns.

The little bundle under his arm was pink and fluffy. Fluffy curly baby pink hair, a fuzzy pink sweater. Brighter pink horns spiralling out from either side of his head. He met my eyes. There was something in his gaze. Some terrified desperation I couldn’t quite place. His little button nose and cheekbones were splattered in freckles.

I edged out from behind where Vindemiator had shoved me behind him and approached them both. “Hello,” I greeted gently, still looking at Caelum. His eyes were fixed on me. I got close and put out a hand. “Your name is Caelum?”

He nodded, eyes brimming with tears.

I gave him my name in return. “Are you scared, buddy?”

He nodded again. One of those tears brimmed over, sliding down his face.

I extended my hand closer, but turned it palm-up so I was offering him help, rather than a handshake. “You’re safe here,” I said. “We won’t hurt you.”

Vindemiator approached slowly from behind. I peeked at him to see him looking quizzically at Delphinus.

Who sighed. “He coalesced about… twenty-five years ago. Or so.”

“He’s the newest one, isn’t he?” Vindemiator asked. “The newest Empathy Daemon?”

Delphinus nodded. “I stewarded him for twenty years before I got exiled.”

I ignored them both, focusing on Caelum. “Hey, buddy, do you want a hug?” I asked.

He nodded, ripped out from under Delphinus’ arm, and slammed into me. I felt him clinging to me and shaking.

I stroked the hair on the back of his head. It was unbelievably soft. “It’s okay, Caelum. You’re safe. You don’t have to be scared of us. Vindemiator and I are friends.”

“—followed the strongest source of happiness he could feel. Not even knowing he was doing it. By the time I found him, he was in the woods and absolutely terrified out of his mind. But he was on his way to you two,” Delphinus was saying.

Vindemiator hummed thoughtfully. “He’s welcome to stay here with us,” he offered. “You both are.”

Delphinus didn’t reply immediately. “I should get back to Avior soon. I’ll come check on Caelum when I can, but Avior’s probably wondering where I am.” He paused. “You too. You’re not the only one who ditched. I just did it the second the knowledge of how to rift appeared in my head because I knew I’d have to find Caelum.”

“You’re a good steward, Del,” Vindemiator said.

I looked over at the two of them. “Vin, go with him. Explain to Avior where we went. I’ll stay here with Caelum.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. We’ll be fine. Go find out what happened.”

He kissed my forehead. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised.

He and Delphinus ducked through a rift.

“Hey Caelum,” I said, playfulness touching my tone. “I bet you’ve never had hot chocolate before.”

He looked up at me. He was so small. “What’s that?”

“Come inside and I’ll show you.”

He didn’t let me go as we shuffled into the cottage. I cast a ward over the small building once we were in the door, and then took Caelum straight to the kitchen.

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Starlight

I woke up to arguing somewhere. Blinking my eyes open—they were heavy and sticky with how deeply I’d slept—I sat up.

I was still in the Keaton Pack’s former den. The cracks in my skin from the power of the Sovereigns in my body had finally sealed back up completely. But the large one that had been splitting open my chest at my Core had left a scar. A burn mark that twinged a bit.

“—shoved me through a rift?!” Avior was shouting. “What the hell?!”

We succeeded because of it. Vega’s voice was soft, broadcasted telepathy as usual, but distant, like he didn’t really want anyone else to hear. You… and your human… stabilized the Meridian.

“They could have died holding the Sovereigns in their body! They’re human!”

You don’t give human hardiness enough credit, Vega said. They’d fight to survive harder than any daemon because of their mortality.

I heard Avior’s frustrated growl as I stretched out my limbs. I was still tired, but I wasn’t lethargic, like I’d been before.

I swung my legs off the threadbare mattress. Avior’s jacket—the one he’d intended to wear to storm the Spire, but had ended up in the Meridian with us—was draped over my upper body. I slung it on against the slight chill and slipped out of the room. Avior and Vega were arguing downstairs.

But I heard sobbing from the room next to the one I’d been in.

Avior and Vega could wait.

I knocked on the door.

“C—come in,” a familiar voice said.

I pushed the door open. “What’s wrong, Cam?” I asked gently.

Camelopardalis patted the space on the mattress next to him. I crossed and sat beside him, wrapping one arm over his shoulders. In the year I’d been the haven coordinator, I’d made friends with most of the daemons under my care. Cam was no exception. He twisted and buried his face in my chest, crying. I started to rock him, rubbing my thumbs over the spot where his horns met his scalp.

“He… he was one of my kind,” Cam sobbed.

“Who?”

“The…” His voice was thick with emotion—and the buildup of phlegm that came from crying. “The Invoker.”

“The one that the Imperium bound the vampires’ invocations to?”

He nodded into my chest. “Asher told me. His name was Brachium. He was the first daemon exiled here. Millennia ago. Long before I coalesced. I never even knew him but… but he spent so long here that he was dying. And… and he gave his life thinking he’d free the vampires… and…” Another sob wracked his body. “And I can’t help but feel like I lost a member of my family.” His voice dropped to the tiniest whisper. “I never even knew him…”

I held him tighter. “It’s okay, Cam. It’s okay to feel. Your compassion—your care—for people you don’t even know has always impressed me. Don’t lock your heart up just because it seems strange for you to mourn a man you never met. Let yourself mourn him. We’re all mourning today, too. We succeeded—but we made everything worse at the same time.”

Cam sniffed. “Is… is it true? What Avior said? That you hosted what was left of the Meridian in your body so it could speak to him?”

“Yeah.”

“You could… you could have died. You could have… dissolved from being exposed to Sovereign energy like that.”

“I didn’t have much other choice. And I don’t regret it.”

Cam’s eyes—the soft teal of a tropical ocean just after sunrise, but bloodshot from tears—met mine as he finally lifted his head from my chest. “Humans are so incredible,” he whispered.

“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “We’re just stupid and stubborn and do whatever we think we have to in order to survive.” I shrugged.

That earned me a surprised laugh from him. I ruffled his hair as though he were my younger brother—not an interdimensional being probably three times my age or more. I smiled through the melancholy in my expression.

“—the hell were you, Vindemiator?!” Avior shouted from downstairs.

“Uh-oh,” I muttered. “I should… uh… probably…”

“I’ll come with,” Cam said.

“You don’t have to—”

“No. I… I should. I can… I can mourn Brachium later too.”

“If you’re sure.”

We got off the mattress and went downstairs.

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Warden

Emotions were everywhere—and they were deep. I could barely think over my struggle to keep the waves of everything away from me. I’d been moments away from a feeding when the Sovereigns had disappeared from Aria. I was hungry and I was weak. I didn’t know anything about Elegy except what the stories used to say. And then, right after the Sovereigns vanished, knowledge rushed into my mind. How to rift—and to feed on human emotions—how to keep living.

So I’d fled to Elegy as soon as I could.

And now I wished I hadn’t. I was definitely not prepared for the sheer amount of emotion that would bombard me.

My instincts sought out something familiar, and I found myself running. Buildings blurred past on either side as I followed the magic.

I slid to a stop outside a large… house (I think was the human word).

A tall daemon was standing in front of it, a human—petite in comparison to him—tucked gently in his arms.

He looked up at me as I stopped running. His eyes were gold and they burned in the darkness of the night. Well, well. Hello, little inchoate one, he greeted. The human twisted to look at me, eyes widening. You must be new to this plane.

I nodded. I am, I replied. Someone is… in there. That I know.

And who might that be?

It… it feels like my steward. Like… like Avior.

The tall daemon—whose signature finally registered as a Sadism Daemon—blinked. Almost surprised.

In that case, why don’t you go on inside? You look like you could use a little guidance.

Thank you, uh…? I trailed off, a gentle inquiry for this daemon’s name.

Vega. I am Vega.

Thank you, Vega. I gave him my name in return and edged around him and the human he held—so gently despite his size and the muscles he had—and ducked inside.

All the chatter ceased the second I shut the door behind me.

Most of the faces staring at me were daemons. I felt an empowered human somewhere—their weaker signature almost a void compared to the familiarity of the daemons.

And then something smashed into me.

“Are you alright?!” Avior demanded, checking me over. “Oh, God, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you. Are you okay?” He turned. “Starlight! Come meet one of my old charges from when I was a steward in Aria!” he called into the crowd before going back to looking me over. “Are you hurt?”

I… I think I’m alright. Overwhelmed. There’s a lot going on.

“It’s okay. We’re here for you. We’ll help. I will help, okay?”

Yeah. Yeah alright.

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starlitangels · 1 year

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The King (Pin the Crown On)

@zozo-01 and I have very strange conversations and sometimes I have to write them out. Enjoy this ridiculous little thing. Continuing with my recent theme: Major Cataclysm Spoilers Ahead 6.1k words CW: fantasy violence, some aggressive and threatening language, peril to characters

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“King” Samuel Collins regarded me thoughtfully as I entered the audience hall, chin resting on his hand, sprawled casually on the throne that used to belong to the Imperium.

“What’s a lone Freelancer doin’ here all by themselves?” he asked. He wrinkled his nose. “Covered in the smell-a daemons?”

“I used to be the coordinator for the Academy’s daemon haven in Dahlia,” I said, keeping my posture straight but giving him a half-bow of respect. “I still work closely with them.”

“A’right. So what’re you doin’ here, Freelancer-coordinator?”

“The daemons who took over the Dahlia academy—who you fought beside when you stormed the Spire—have taken up... residence in Ferris.” I’d almost said refuge, but that seemed like the wrong word to use with this guy. “Avior has no idea I’m here. He’s in Borden organizing the daemons there.” I took a breath. “But, to be fair, I didn’t come here alone.” I gestured behind me.

A rift tore open and a tall daemon ducked through it, standing behind me to my right.

“You remember Vega, I assume,” I said.

Samuel Collins’ silver eyes sized Vega up slowly. “I remember,” he agreed. “You tryin’ to intimidate me or somethin’? It’s not gonna work.”

“No, no,” I replied, shaking my head.

I am simply here to protect the coordinator. Because if something happens to the love of Avior’s life... Vega trailed off, mildly threateningly. He smirked. Well. Newly minted kings can be so easy to... unseat from their thrones.

Samuel Collins snarled, baring his fangs. But didn’t get off his throne.

“Vega,” I chided blithely. “Not now.”

Vega’s orange-gold, fiery eyes peered down at me with a fake pout. Awww... but he makes a delicious meal, he complained, obviously mocking Collins. Such malice...

“Vega,” I pressed.

He heaved a sigh and relaxed. Fine, he relented.

I looked back to Collins. “Sorry about him. He insisted on joining me. I was going to bring a Serenity Daemon but Vega wouldn’t listen.” I gave him a somewhat fake smile. “Anyway. If I may, I’d like to discuss the actual reason I’m here.”

“Well get to it, then.”

“We—that is, the former residents of the Dahlia daemon haven—are intending to take Ferris as our territory,” I said, cutting right to the chase. “We intend to drive out any Mass-Maker who attempts to make it their base of operations, and we intend to make it a safe place for the daemons who are coming over from Aria for the first time to get accustomed to Elegy and be safe.”

“And?” Collins looked beyond indifferent.

“Well, we’re right on the border of your territory. Ferris isn’t that far from Dahlia. We don’t want to step on your toes. We’ll respect your border so long as you respect ours. If necessary or interested, I’m sure Avior would consider negotiating some sort of alliance. Considering some other Mass-Maker with even more progeny under their belt might try to snatch Dahlia from you,” I continued. Collins scoffed at that last statement.

“So why’d you come here alone behind your little demonic leader’s back?” he asked.

“Because I pulled your file before the fight at the Spire,” I replied. Collins lifted his chin off his hand and sat up a little straighter. “Our technician, Anton, did most of the vetting. He’s unempowered but he’s a genuine genius.

“But I recognized your name from the list of vampires who presented themselves at our gates that day.” I swallowed. “So I pulled your file.”

“Find anythin’ you like?” he snarked.

“You used to be a Freelancer,” I said, not rising to the bait. “I recognized your name from the healing classes I took while I was getting my full certification. My professor still lauded you as her best student, almost twenty years later. You and I are... were... of a similar spirit. Hardworking perfectionists. Some might call us—”

“Overachievers,” Collins put in, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

I nodded. “I tried for four years to take that title from you in my professor’s eyes. It’s a blow to my pride to admit I never did it.”

Amusement crossed Collins’ face. “No. I don’t imagine you did. What does any of this matter?”

“Call it naïveté if you want, but I hoped having some sort of understanding of each other might make you more inclined to listen.”

“You’re still here, ain’t ya?” he retorted. “I haven’t had anyone throw you out, yet.”

You could try, Vega growled.

“Vega,” I warned. “Not now.”

Vega was tense, but stood down. Yes, coordinator.

Collins snorted. “You got a Sadism Daemon on a short leash. I commend you for that.”

“Trust me, it’s his respect for Avior, not me.” I took a deep breath. “Are you willing to consider the possibility of an alliance with the daemons?”

“And if I’m not?”

I shrugged. “Respect the border between our two territories. Leave us alone, we’ll leave you alone.” I made a face. “Should that prove to be too difficult for you...” I glanced at Vega. He smiled menacingly. I looked back at Collins, still nonchalant and casual. “We have plenty enough daemons to defend our borders.”

“Well, then I suppose we’ll see what happens, won’t we, darlin’?”

Vega tensed behind me. If you call the coordinator that again—

“Vega.”

He relaxed the muscle in his jaw, but didn’t relax anything else.

“I suppose we will,” I said to Collins. “But I advise you to heed me, now. There’s been enough bloodshed. We don’t want any more. We just want to continue our lives in peace and maybe scratch out a little spot of safety for our people.” I turned to leave.

“You will never be one of them,” Collins said softly.

I grabbed Vega’s wrist before he could do much more than snarl and whirl around. I felt a ward spring into existence between me and the half of the hall where Collins was. I turned slowly to face him again. He was still sitting on his throne. Hadn’t even gotten up to try and intimidate Vega or harm me.

I regarded Collins calmly. “I’ll never be a daemon, no,” I agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not one of them.” I let go of Vega’s wrist. “When you find a the right family for you, you’ll find that you want to protect each other out of care and respect. Not fear or force. I lost my blood family to the Imperium years ago. The daemons became the family I chose for myself. And if you never find someone to mourn you when you are gone... I’m sorry.” I turned back to Vega. “Let’s leave.”

We walked back to the entrance of the hall. Vega didn’t drop the ward separating us from Samuel Collins.

At the door, I stopped, setting a hand on Vega’s forearm to halt him too.

I turned to look back one more time. “The Imperium didn’t like it when Mass-Makers turned empowered humans. Took most of their magic away, instead of giving unempowereds a Core. Alexis Solaire died the same night the Imperium did.”

Collins straightened up properly.

“I imagine there’s no love lost there,” I said.

He scoffed. “Woman more’n had it comin’,” he spat.

“Am I safe in guessing you didn’t even feel the bond die?”

He snorted. “Sugar, I’ve turned hundreds of vampires. I have so many maker-progeny blood bonds I could never tell when one-a ‘em vanished. So, no. I did not feel when the one between me and my maker died.”

I examined my fingernails nonchalantly. “Her death is the reason you got your invocations back.”

“Like hell,” he retorted. “She wasn’t the Invoker. I tied plenty-a progeny to the actual Invoker to know that for damn sure.”

“No. She wasn’t. But Vincent Solaire knew who was. And his price for giving up that information was her death.” I met Collins’ eyes. “My best friend’s pack alpha ripped her head off that night. Got the information from Vincent Solaire, ripped his head off too, and then went after the Invoker. You can guess the rest.” I left off the fact that Brachium willingly gave his life.

“Vincent Solaire had a few screws loose,” Collins commented. “Bastard deserved to have his head torn off.”

You could say that about every vampire on this plane, Vega remarked casually.

“The screws loose or the head tearing off?” I asked.

Vega shrugged. Choose one. I’m not picky.

I bounced an eyebrow and looked back at Collins. “I’m sorry she took that from you, Freelancer. But I thought you’d like to know that she’s gone.”

Before he could say anything, I ducked through the door, taking Vega with me.

“Let’s go home, Vega.”

Vega scooped me up and took off running.

—

Avior was waiting for us in Ferris. At the Keaton pack’s old den. Where the Dahlia haven daemons and the Shaw pack had taken up residence.

He was leaning against the wall next to the front door, arms crossed, staring up at the night sky.

There was a metaphorical stormcloud brewing over his head.

Vega put me down on the den’s porch. I’ll leave you two alone, he said, ducking through the door to go inside.

Once the door shut behind him, I scrunched my eyebrows. “What’s wrong, Avior?” I asked. “Something happen in Borden?”

“No, actually,” Avior said. Much too casual for the roiling energy around him.

“So what’s wrong?”

“I got a call. While I was in Borden. A few minutes ago. From King Collins in Dahlia.” He used the title sarcastically. “I don’t know how he has my number and frankly I don’t really care. He told me that you and Vega sought an audience with him and told him to respect our borders in Ferris and suggested that he and I consider negotiating an alliance.”

“So you’re mad at me?”

“I’m frustrated that you didn’t tell me you were planning it,” he corrected. “But everything else is sound.”

“So why are you... brooding?” It was the wrong word but my brain wasn’t supplying a better one.

“Because he decided to call me King Avior.”

A smile I couldn’t stop lifted up my face.

“Oh, don’t you start, starlight,” Avior said.

“But... but it suits you!” I teased.

“I’m not a king! I’m not like them! I’m not—” He shoved his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to be some tyrannical... monster.”

“You won’t be. You listen to the people who look to you for leadership. And you’ve got me, and Vega, and Cam, and everyone else to keep you humble.”

“What if I stop listening?”

“Then Vega and I will read you the absolute riot act to end all riot acts until we’ve knocked you back down to where you are now.”

He brushed the backs of his fingers down my cheek before cupping my neck. “I hope you’re right,” he said softly.

I gave him a cheeky grin. “I am. And if you start getting an even bigger head than Vindemiator always joked you have, I won’t even stop Vega if he starts getting violent if that’s what it takes to make you see sense.”

“I feel like I should be concerned, but I’m actually quite relieved.”

He pulled me a little closer and I reached for a kiss. He gladly agreed and pressed his lips to mine. “I love you, Avior,” I whispered. “And I am, absolutely, going to tease you about this for the rest of my life.”

He smiled wide. “I... don’t doubt that,” he said, resting his forehead against mine.

“Wanna go inside? It’s a little chilly.”

“Sure.”

We ducked inside.

—

“Oh, God. What’s in that?” Avior complained the second I strolled into the den three days later with a small paper bag from the dollar store. He must have sensed my amusement and mischief.

“Just something to keep you humble,” I replied.

Asher looked up from where he’d been quietly talking with Milo on one of the couches. Neither of them had moved since I left for the store. Daylight still burned strong and we were making good on protecting Ferris from vampires to boot.

“What is it?” Avior pressed.

I reached into the bag and pulled out the cheap, plastic tiara. The kind that was poorly painted silver, with fake gems and thin, downy feathers—pink, in this case, since I hadn’t been able to find a red one.

“Starlight!” Avior protested as I moved to try to put it on his head. He ducked away. I pursued.

I chased him around the common area while Milo and Asher watched in amusement, cackling. I nearly caught Avior twice—and he wasn’t using his enhanced speed—but every time he dodged before I could put the cheap, ridiculous little tiara on his head.

“Hey, over here!” Asher called, hopping off the couch, clapping, and holding his hands to catch the tiara. I threw it at him—guiding my aim with a little Psychokinesis—and laughed as he caught it. He vaulted the back of the couch he’d been on and chased Avior from the other direction.

“Tag-teaming is not fair play!” Avior exclaimed.

Asher and I laughed as we tried to box him in.

He ducked through a rift—and ended up directly in front of Milo.

“Milo!” Asher said, tossing the tiara over. Milo laughed, snatched it from the air, and joined the game.

“What is going on?” Cam demanded, standing on the stairs.

“Pin the crown on the king!” I replied, chasing Avior and holding my hands out for the tiara when I got close enough. Milo threw it at me. I fumbled the catch a little but managed not to drop—or break—the thing.

Cam watched us, gaping a little, as the four of us ran around the room. “Okay...” he muttered.

“Come join, Cam!” I called. “It’s fun!”

“No it’s not!” Avior protested. “I am not putting that thing on!”

“Why not?” Asher joked. “Are you scared of a little plastic?”

Milo snorted. “Nah—he’s just too dignified,” he put in.

I caught Avior around the waist and tried to reach to put the tiara in his hair, but he phased through my arm like a little cheater and ducked between Asher and Milo—who crashed into each other—and tried to get out of the common area.

But Cam blocked his exit. “Ah-ah-ah,” he said. “The leader should wear a crown, right?” he teased.

“Not you too,” Avior started—

In time for me to pounce on him and plant the tiara in his hair between his horns. I started to laugh so hard I snorted at the affronted expression on Avior’s face.

“I cannot believe the love of my life would subject me to such indignity—”

“Really?” I retorted, wiping tears of laughter off my face. “Have you gotten to know me at all this past year?” I moved with him to keep him from pulling the tiara off while Asher scrambled to get his phone out to take pictures. “We take joy in the few places where we can find it, Avior.”

“And one of those places is tormenting me?”

“... It’s a plastic tiara. Not the end of the world. We already averted that.”

“Coordinator, I got like ten pictures,” Asher said.

“Oh, my God—let me seeee!” I exclaimed, climbing off where I was still half-climbed up Avior’s back and rushing over to Asher’s side to look at his screen. I laughed as he scrolled through them. Most were blurry but there was one really good one of me beaming over Avior’s shoulder with one hand firmly holding the tiara to his head. “You have got to send those to me!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Asher said.

The door to the basement stairs opened and my friend emerged. “What does an unempowered gotta do for two uninterrupted hours of quiet around here?!” they demanded, eyes fixed on Asher.

I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped my throat. “With this many daemons and shifters trying to call one pack house home? Cast a mass sleep spell over the whole place and kick the daemons out,” I muttered sarcastically. My friend shot me a look. And as they twisted, I noticed a small bruise-like mark on their neck, poking out from under their shirt collar. Apparently their little budding attraction with Asher had progressed farther than I thought. I bit back a teasing grin.

Avior rolled his eyes. “Sorry,” he said to my friend. “These three just decided it would be fun to—”

He stopped as my friend started snickering at the tiara still between his horns.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he muttered, reaching up and snatching the tiara out of his hair. He threw it at me. I caught it and set it on the paper bag that had ended up on the coffee table. “Save the games for when the Empathy Daemons are actually here. At least then they can feed on the joy you take in tormenting me.”

“You’re so dramatic, Avior,” I said, leaving Asher and Milo to lean against Avior’s side. He rolled his eyes. “You’re not being tormented. There’s no harm in trying to get you to wear a cheap toy.”

His phone started ringing before he could do much more than open his mouth to make some sarcastic retort. He yanked it from the pocket of his dark jeans and glanced at it. “Collins?” he asked as he put the phone to his ear. “To what do I owe the call?” He pressed a quiet kiss to my forehead and left the room, going out to the front porch. Asher, Milo, Cam, my friend, and I all exchanged looks. Cam looked at me and nodded toward the front door.

I made a face and shrugged. If he’d wanted me to go with him, he would have taken my hand and dragged me out.

We all stood there for a moment—and I realized Cam, Asher, and Milo were all eavesdropping on Avior. My friend and I were the only ones who couldn’t hear him, with our basic human senses. Cam kept making faces and Asher and Milo were exchanging looks.

After a minute, Avior came back in. There was a large crack in the plastic on the back of his phone that sealed itself shut—good as new—as he released his death grip on it.

Avior met my eyes. “He wants to see us. Negotiate an alliance or some sort of truce,” he said. Frustration colored his expression. “And he wants to make a thing out of it.”

“Meaning?” I prompted.

“Meaning he wants it to be a formal... meeting. As in dressing up fancy. All that posturing, meaningless, bullsh—”

“Who has to be there?” Asher interrupted. Avior met his eyes.

“Me, Vega, you,” Avior said. He looked to me. “And you. And anyone else who would like to join.”

“Well... we can’t bring everyone,” I said.

Avior and Asher both shook their heads.

“The numbers advantage would be nice,” Avior said. “But it’s too dangerous to have us all in one place.”

“Best to leave most of the pack here,” Asher put in. Avior nodded.

“Yeah. Most of the daemons too. Some to guard the den, some to watch the border so Collins doesn’t try anything while we’re distracted.”

“I can put a couple wolves on the border too,” Asher offered. Avior nodded. He glanced at my friend, who had snuck closer to us while we’d been talking. “Can’t let the daemons feel like they’re doing all the work around here.” He smiled, and my friend smiled back. Milo’s eyes widened a fraction and his lips parted. He looked surprised. I could guess why. Before all this, my friend told me Asher was a somber guy. Milo seeing his alpha smile probably was jarring.

“Yeah. Put a handful. Make sure the rest know to stay in the den and stay safe,” Avior agreed.

“When’s the meeting?” I asked.

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Then we’ve got some plans to prepare.”

He nodded.

—

“No.”

“C’mon. All teasing aside, Cam’s right. You need some way to denote you’re the leader.”

“Starlight, we’re not joking about this again—”

“It’s not a joke this time!” I exclaimed. “I’m not telling you to wear a bejeweled cape with a scepter and some gaudy, God-awful crown. I’m suggesting one piece of ornamentation that shows you’re our leader. Collins probably won’t be super dressed up, but he’ll be making it obvious that he’s king of Dahlia.”

“With what, a diamond-encrusted cowboy hat?” Avior retorted sarcastically.

“Honestly? Maybe.”

He snorted. “I’d want a picture of that if such a thing exists.” He rolled his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

“Some sort of circlet?” I hedged. “I was thinking black metal, with a ruby or a garnet in the middle. Although, from a distance, I doubt Collins would be able to tell if it was a gem or some fancy-ass glass. But just something to show you’re the one he’s dealing with.”

Avior fixed me with a look. “Fine.” He closed his eyes and concentrated.

A burst of magic accompanied the circlet appearing around his head. The deep, violet-red garnet in the center of his forehead was shaped like a needle spearing down toward his nose.

“You’re staring,” he said.

I shut my slack jaw and blinked. “Damn,” I said. “It suits you.”

He snapped his fingers and weight rested around my skull. “If I have to wear something stupid, so do you,” he said.

I went to the tarnished, cracked mirror in the small bedroom we’d been sharing and sought out what he’d put on me.

His circlet was simple black metal.

Mine was bright, shiny silver with a pale blue star in the center of my forehead. The metal was much more intricately designed than his—which didn’t surprise me in the least. He and I were similar in that we liked treating the other much better than we treated ourselves. I saw the world in his gaze and he saw his future in mine.

I turned to face him. “You spoil me,” I said.

He shrugged. “It suits you,” he copied. I wrinkled my nose at him. He laughed.

I stepped out of the path of the mirror so he could fidget with his hair, an irritated expression on his face.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. “Isn’t it enough to say I am the leader? Do I have to wear this thing?”

“Yes. You have to. Because it makes you look hot and also does the other job of showing off that you are our fearless leader and—”

“Starlight. You don’t have to try and cheer me up. I get the point, believe it or not. It just seems ridiculous.”

“It’ll all be fine, Avior. I promise. And, hey, I was also gonna suggest you wrapping some gold chains up your horns if I didn’t think you’d grumble about it. But I know you would so I decided to just leave it at the circlet.”

“I should just cloak my horns...” he muttered, finally getting his hair to cooperate around the circlet.

“Why?”

“Well, I...” He trailed off. “I don’t know.”

I made a face. “Are you insecure about how they look?”

“No. I just... I don’t know. Feel like maybe I should look more human.”

“None of that, my love,” I said, cupping his face in both my hands. “You’re amazing as you are. I fell in love with a daemon. Collins already knows you’re a daemon. No point in trying to hide. Be proud and confident. You’re our leader and you’re damn good at your job. Don’t let this freak you out or get into your head. Understand?”

My head spun with dizziness as he surprise-kissed me. My eyelids fluttered closed and I leaned into the contact. “I understand,” he breathed.

“Good. Now let’s get going. Because if we have to stay in this room for one more minute with you dressed like that I’m gonna tear your clothes off,” I said, taking his hand and dragging him out of our room.

—

“Vindemiator. What a pleasant surprise,” I said as our group gathered outside the audience hall of the Spire. “I thought you and your human...” Deserted. Ran away. Ditched. Fled. Left. Too many words, all of them wrong.

“We did. Scorpius showed up and asked if I’d come to this so he could stay behind and watch the shifter children at the cottage. I...” Vindemiator shook some of his hair out of his face. “If it had been anyone else...” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m fully fed. If anything goes south, Collins is gonna be dust under my boot.”

“Maybe don’t say that out loud in a place where he can probably hear you,” I advised.

Vindemiator made a face of indifference. “He invited a contingency of daemons into the Spire. He knows the risk.”

“He’s also a Mass-Maker.”

Vindemiator didn’t look concerned. “The only ones in this group I fear for are you and the shifters.”

“I’m decently trained in most magic. I should be okay.”

“For Avior’s sake, I hope that’s true. I don’t want to see what he does if something happens to you.” He glanced over my shoulder. “Speak of the demon.”

Avior’s familiar scent and warmth washed over me as a hand took mine. “We’re going in soon,” he said to me and Vindemiator. “Get ready... for anything.”

“Delightfully vague,” Vindemiator commented. He took a deep breath as though to calm his temper—that muscle in his jaw loosening. “I’ve got your back, Avior.” He sounded begrudging, but genuine.

Avior nodded to him. “We’ll make this quick and get you home to your Freelancer before you know it.”

“Here’s hoping,” Vindemiator muttered.

“Starlight, c’mon. I want you at the front with me.” Avior tugged me by my hand.

There were a few vampire guards standing about the walls of the antechamber as everyone formed ranks. Probably four and they all looked nervous, casting glances at each other.

Avior and I stood before the doors I’d entered through days beforehand. Vega just behind us to our right, Asher to our left. Vindemiator between the two, directly behind. The next row consisted of Milo, Cam, Crux, and Amanda. My unempowered friend had stayed back at the den—with strict orders on Delphinus, Arden, and Brooks to keep them safe.

One of the vampire guards Zipped to stand before me and Avior at the door. “The king will see you now,” he said.

He shoved the doors open.

My hand was clenched around Avior’s so hard I figured my knuckles were probably going to ache within minutes. Avior’s aura burned a little warmer, brushing against mine in an attempt at comforting me.

We strode into the audience hall.

Collins started chuckling. “Quite the entourage you got there,” he said.

Avior didn’t look fazed. “You’re a Mass-Maker. We respect that power—”

“But you don’t trust me. Naw, I get it.” Samuel Collins shook his head, still smiling. “Bring enough people to defend those who can’t rift long enough to escape. Apparently you’re as smart as the rumors say.”

We got close enough for me to realize he wasn’t wearing any sort of ornamentation on his head. No diamond-encrusted cowboy hat, like Avior had joked. No former-Imperial jeweled crown.

Just a large ruby pendant on a gold chain around his neck.

The ruby’s diameter was probably as long as my thumb. There was a large S cut into the top face of the gem. I snuck a glance at Avior out of the corner of my eye to see if Avior had noticed it. If he did, he’d reacted faster and was already looking steadily into Collins’ eyes.

“Rumors?” he asked blithely.

Collins shrugged. “People talk,” he said. “I just happen to hear.”

“I see.”

Collins gestured with a hand. “Let’s dispense of the formalities, shall we?” he asked, actually getting off the throne. He was in a black suit with a pinstriped green shirt underneath the suit coat. And a pair of perfectly-polished cowboy boots.

Avior stiffened as Collins approached me. “Perhaps a dance is in order,” the vampire offered, putting a hand out for me. Vega’s magic burned hot behind me.

“I don’t dance,” I said casually. “Never got the chance to learn how.”

The expression on Collins’ face turned to one of mock-sympathy. “Well, now. That’s too bad, ain’t it?”

“Leave my partner alone,” Avior said. His voice was soft but the threat in it was clear.

“But we’re already such good friends,” Collins retorted. “Overachievin’ Freelancers. Well, former, in my case. They came to me alone just a few days ago. What’s so different now?”

“The two dozen guards lining the walls?” Avior suggested casually. “But last time they weren’t alone.” He glanced significantly at Vega, who towered over everyone even without including how tall his horns were. “And they weren’t standing close enough for you to try to turn them without the chance to defend themselves before.”

“Would I do that?” Collins asked sarcastically.

“If you thought you could gain something from it, I don’t doubt it,” Avior said.

Vega circled silently around me, putting himself between me and the Mass-Maker.

“Let’s not make a scene before discussions of an alliance can even start,” I advised, trying to keep quiet.

I heard the Zip of someone—whether daemon or vampire, I didn’t know—and then a scream from too close to my ear for comfort.

I whirled to see Vindemiator’s hand closed around one of the vampire guard’s throats. Vin’s eyes were glowing a vibrant magenta as light emitted from his hand around the throat. The guard dissolved to dust, his screams echoing around the empty hall.

Asher was bent forward with his teeth bared, already half-shifted enough that his 6′2″ became more like 6′6″ and his muscles were straining the seams of his clothes. He glared with cold, hard amber eyes at the other guards in the hall, as if daring one of them to try something again, ready to shift in a split-second.

Vega and Avior pressed closer to me.

Collins sighed. “Idiot,” he muttered. “Alright. Dancin’s off. Unfortunate. I was lookin’ forward to makin’ some sorta shindig outta all this.” He strolled back over to his throne and plopped down on it. “Thought I could trust y’all to follow my orders without an invocation tonight,” he called to the guards lining the walls. “Anyone else makes a move I don’t say to make will have them dealin’ with me, rather than one of our guests.” Collins met Avior’s gaze. “Sorry about him.”

Don’t trust him, Vega’s voice said quietly. Only to me and Avior.

We never started, Avior and I replied at the same time.

Avior let go of my hand. “Vega,” he said, nodding between Vega and me. Vega dipped his head in agreement and kept watch beside me, much the same way he had when I first entered this hall.

Avior approached Samuel Collins. “You’ll have to give William Solaire my regards,” Avior remarked, gesturing to the S-carved ruby. Collins merely bounced an eyebrow—and I got the distinct impression that William Solaire would be receiving no such regards. Though I didn’t dare imagine the reason why.

I was completely boxed in by daemons—except Asher, on my left side—as Cam took up position on my right with Vega still in front of me and Vindemiator behind. I was the safest person in the room, probably—so why was I still so worried?

I tapped Vega’s shoulder blade. Yes, coordinator?

Something doesn’t feel right.

What?

I’m not sure. My instincts are... going crazy. Asher seems to agree.

Asher, indeed, hadn’t gone back to his normal state, instead staying half-shifted with sharpened teeth bared. Maybe that was why I couldn’t relax—because Asher couldn’t and I knew to trust a shifter’s danger instincts.

Vega glanced at Asher, then peeked at me.

“You have our attention,” Avior continued to Collins. “Don’t assume I’m stupid enough to believe that vampire wasn’t under some sort of invocation that triggered him to attack after something was said. Trying to get our guard down. Most of us have been alive a lot longer than you, and we know most of the tricks in the book. Hell, Vega probably wrote the book.”

Collins glanced over Avior’s shoulder to Vega. Who was scanning the other guards with those burning coals of eyes.

“We’re still willing to negotiate an alliance,” Avior continued. “But trust must be earned.”

“Never did put much stock in the phrase ‘trust but verify’ myself,” Collins agreed. “Verification always should come first.” He kept looking at Vega—and I remembered Vega telling me and Avior that he’d been the one to draw the vampires to the academy when we were preparing our attack. “You seem to be trustin’ me enough to bring bloodbags we can actually feed on with you, though.”

“I brought individuals who I trust to take care of themselves,” Avior said.

“Includin’—apparently—the love of your life.” Collins’ cold silver gaze bored into me.

“Powerful Freelancer,” Avior said. “I don’t advise you to mess with them.”

“I don’t intend to. I’d hate to see what would happen if I pissed off a room full-a daemons for doin’ somethin’ to their king’s lover.”

“I don’t consider myself their king. I consider myself their—”

Vega tore away from me and slammed a vampire into the wall so hard that I definitely heard multiple bones—and maybe their skull—crack. Vindemiator grabbed me and pulled me backward to put Cam and Asher just a little ahead of me to protect my front.

“—leader,” Avior finished with a sigh. “Vega.”

Forgive me, Avior, but I heard them insulting the coordinator under their breath, Vega replied blithely, clawed fingernails digging into the vampire’s throat where he held them around the neck.

Collins looked the vampire in the eyes. “That true?”

The vampire managed a shaky nod—and I remembered vampires couldn’t lie to their makers.

Collins got off his throne. “Enlighten me. What did you deem so important that you had to say it out loud?” He approached Vega and the guard.

“Vega,” Avior entreated.

Vega loosened his grip around the vampire’s throat. The puncture wounds from his nails started sealing in the vampire’s neck. The vampire gasped for air and coughed to get their breath back. Avior, in the blink of an eye, was standing in front of me, holding my hand again.

The vampire coughed again. “I... I said... the Freelancer... is probably... the easiest prey in this room,” they rasped, sounding reluctant but unable to lie.

Samuel Collins sighed and shook his head. “Y’all...” he muttered. “So disappointed.”

With a lash of his hands and a quick twist, the vampire’s head was separated from their body. I blinked in surprise and pressed closer to Avior. Vega dropped what was left of the vampire to the ground.

“Well. This is goin’ poorly. Avior, howsabout we have this conversation in private? You pick one guard, I pick one guard. Everyone else stays here.”

“That can be arranged,” Avior agreed. He paused, gold eyes flicking to linger on Vega. He wanted to take Vega has his guard—his second, the most powerful daemon in the room. But when his eyes met mine, I knew what he was thinking. He also wanted to leave Vega to protect me.

Vindemiator shifted his weight so he was standing closer to me, looking fiercely around the room.

“Vega, to me,” Avior said. “Vin—”

“Understood,” Vindemiator interrupted, setting a hand on my shoulder.

Collins gestured to one of the vampires lining the wall. She approached. The four left the main audience hall to a back room.

“So,” Vindemiator remarked to me casually. “How long did it take you to convince him to put that stupid thing on his head?”

“Next to no time in comparison to how long I chased him around the den’s common room with a plastic pink tiara,” I replied.

Vindemiator snorted. “He’s a good leader. I... I just... I saw what I wanted to see. Before.”

“He doesn’t blame you for being mad at him because of what your partner did. He told me he would’ve felt the same way. It’s... it’s an incredible thing, for the human to earn the devotion of a daemon. It goes deep and lasts a long time. He forgave you for everything you said—and didn’t say but definitely felt—that night when Vega Sliced Moore’s Threads.”

“Then he’s a better man than I am.”

I gave him a confused look.

“Because I haven’t forgiven myself. He fought for our people for decades, and fought to preserve yours for just as long. I should have thought of that.”

“It’s okay, Vin,” I reassured him. “You can let it go.”

“Maybe. But I’m protecting you as fiercely as he protected my partner—and all of your kind—first.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Cataclysm Spoilers #Redacted Imperium #Redacted Avior #Redacted Sam #Redacted Asher #Redacted Starlight #Redacted Babe #featuring #Milo #Camelopardalis #Vega #Vindemiator #Starlit Fic

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