It almost sounded like Fate was doing him a favor. Yet Darkyn new better than to assume this was the case. If anything, whatever it was that Fate Saw warranted a warning to the creature Fate liked least.
It wasn't a good omen.
"I didn't spend my lifetime conquering Hell to surrender it now," he said.
"As always, I respect your decision."
He sensed Fate disappear without looking. Darkyn started forward again, shrewd mind working quickly. Wisdom honed over thousands of years knew better than to ignore the advice. His priority, however, was his mate. It wouldn't matter who took over Hell, if she died before he reached her.
He glanced at the countdown displayed in the hourglass strapped to his wrist. He was running out of time. Worse - so was she. His bloodmate was strong, but nothing would prevent her from falling into the madness of bloodlust, if he didn't find her soon.
Darkyn quickened his pace to a run through the possessed forest of the underworld. The underworld and human realms would never recover from the wrath of his demon mercy if he returned from the underworld alone.