Make it good. She'd thought he was talking nonsense in his last moment, but Darkyn was giving her a roadmap.

Hope trickled within her, along with the strange urge to level everything before her. The demon half of her step forward, the side that understood what was happening. After her experience in the underworld, there was no denying she was more than human.

A roar from behind her made her spin.

The giant had regained his sense of balance and rose out of the forest, while the rest of the death dealers clung for their dear lives to trees or boulders to keep the storm from taking them.

Deidre gazed up at the creature raising its club to crush her the way it had her mate. Cold fury unfurled within her, feeding the darkness gathering around her, and she glared at the monster.

I'm giving you Hell, love.

"There's only one way to find out," she said, hating the monster that took her mate from her. Uncertain how to call the power out, she pointed at the creature.

The dark smoke hovering at her feet darted after it, wrapping around its legs, while tendrils of clouds broke off from the black hole and bound the creature's upper body. Power pulsed through her, the ecstatic experience second only to fucking Darkyn. It rendered her giddy, thrilled her, made her want more and more of the intense feeling to ease her pain.

"Time to feel the wrath of Hell," she told the giant, watching with some fascination.

The tendrils grew thick and began to tighten, squeezing the life out of the monster. It bellowed and writhed but wasn't able to break free. Finally, it gave a pain-filled scream and went limp.

Deidre braced herself against a tree to keep from being knocked to the ground by the force of its fall. The tendrils dissipated instantly, leaving behind the dead ogre.

She glanced a little uneasily at the storm overhead, wondering how she was able to control it, before turning her attention towards the palace. Squeezing the souls in her hand, she realized she now had two reasons to go that direction. The first: to destroy Harmony and seek her revenge against the death dealer responsible for taking away her bloodmate.

The second: to bargain for Darkyn's soul.

She was tired of pain, tired of bearing the brunt of the Immortal world. This time, there was nothing to stand in the way of what she wanted, not when she brought with her the might of Hell. And there was nothing she wouldn't do to get Darkyn back.

Deidre started forward, the storm moving with her.




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