Mass release: 13/17
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🎧 Please, Please, Please by Sabrina Carpenter
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"They killed our loved ones, everyone we held dear, and they deserve death, it's a light punishment for what they did. So, she doesn't count, because I'll kill them with her," again, I'm her.
"Then you shouldn't complain about people with tainted souls."
"I'm actually complaining about you, only you. To be even more clear, you're not my type, I'm not interested in you, and even if I were into tall and hot brunettes, like you claim to be, I would rather be with someone like River than with you. I could kill him if he went overboard, but I'm not sure I could kill you. No, in fact, I do not think that would be possible, after I heard people claiming you to be the loyal dog of the God of Death."
Hah, by how he instantly tensed up, I guess I hit a nerve. Take that!
"I am not his dog," he cursed, clearly offended.
Well, he's been offending me non-stop, so I feel like he deserves it. "It's okay to admit it, you know? I'm Ravenna's loyal dog, you're the God of Death's loyal dog, it is not shameful. I mean, in your case it's fucked up, but seeing how you claimed that loyalty is a fake concept, you are probably in love with the God of Death, no?" It was supposed to be a mockery.
Until he opened his mouth, "That wouldn't be wrong, no."
"You are in love with the God of Death?" I gasped in dismay.
"I am not in love, I simply love him, a damn lot," he grinned.
Ew. "Then you shouldn't be trying to give him Ravenna."
He frowned, "How does that make any sense?"
"Because, you don't know what he wants to do with her. She is the only real immortal being aside from him, as he's death, and the other Gods can still die, but she can't," Rose's words came back to me and I cringed. "What if he wants to do lewd things to her, just because she's immune to his death touch? You won't have a chance with him, because you are not a God and you can probably die. But she's different."
"The God of Death isn't interested in her like that, that's repulsing."
"Excuse me?" I gasped, doing my best not to sound so offended.
"He has a mate," he snapped, but then he clenched his jaw and tried to avoid my eyes altogether, "or had."
"What?" I swallowed. "He has a mate? Someone is bloody mated to the freaking God of fucking death? What the hell? How's that possible?"
He looked unphantomably uncomfortable with my questions, "He was mated, she isn't alive anymore, her life was scythed away ages ago, by the hands of the God of the Skies, the very fucker who's taking the lead in the other front of this bloody fucking war."
Suddenly the pieces began to fall back into place in my mind. "Shit. Is that why the war is happening? Because the God of the Skies murdered the God of Death's mate? Is that why he's been so desperate to get Ravenna and why he tried to take back all the power he gave to the Wintergrave by taking their lives away? Is that the real reason? Because he lost his mate? How could he even mate someone who's not immortal like him?"
There was fear in his eyes, for the first time since we met, there was genuine fear in his eyes, and that told me a lot. "You can't tell anyone."
I swallowed, because shit, it's actually the reason, and fuck, it does makes a lot of fucking sense. Why else would the God of Death bother with a war, when war means his domain of the dead will grow?! Why else would he move minor enemy races to work together, to defeat those who have sold themselves and allied to the ones who caused his mate's death?
Being the God of Death means eternal loneliness, but to them find his unpredictable mate, and then to lose her and be doomed to both pain, loss, and loneliness? That shit is horrifying. It's so bad that he's making me feel bad for him, because his loss ended up causing my loss, and all because of a stupid fucking God who went there and murdered the fucking mate of the God of DEATH.
But then my mind brought me back to the tale Cat tried to tell me. "Is the Tale of Princess Freya and the God of Death a real deal?"
He clenched his jaw so hard that a vein nearly popped in the corner of his forehead. "You have to keep your mouth shut, swear it."
I swallowed, "It's true?"
"Swear it," he hissed viscerally, like a ravenous beast.
And fuck, I almost, almost, flinched. Though I wanted nothing with this piece of shit, something on the way he looked scared and angry made something inside me shift. Before I'd control myself, I was already saying, "I swear it in my name, in the name of family, in Ravenna's name, I won't tell anyone, yeah?" I raised my right pinky finger, "Pinky promise."
The bastard freaking glared at my finger, "What does it mean?"
I blinked, "You don't know what a pinky promise is?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't waste my time asking about it," he hissed.
"It's the most important kind of promise, if one breaks it, the one gains the right to mutilate their pinky finger, in dishonor for the person not having a word. You just got a lock yours in mine, and it's a promise," I said, doing my best not to snap at him, focusing on how he did saved my life 3 times before, and that I should be a bit thankful for it, even if I'm immortal, because he has no idea who I really am.
Swallowing, the bastard raised his right little finger and I noticed how his hands were covered in black leather gloves, just like when we met, and damn if it isn't embarrassingly bigger than my hand. But then he linked his finger in mine, still looking suspicious. "Is this a fae costume?"
"Human costume," I winked and he winced.
"What?" He recoiled his hand from mine.
"What, what? I did live in human society for 7 years. Besides, they are fragile, anything can kill them, hence why pinky promises have so much weight for them. It's a true promise, and I kind of got that, especially when I love all my fingers as they are, and I have no intention in crippling any of my hands just to gossip about a secret that isn't even mine to begin with."
"You are so weird," he mumbled under his breath, frowning.
"Said the one with the leather gloves," I mocked.