THE SAINTS HAVE FALLEN: CHAPTER 37

The Saints Have Fallen is an Adult Dark Romance Fantasy Novel written by Celine Mahadeo.

Novel. Fiction. Genre (Dark Romance Fantasy).

By Celine Mahadeo.

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After being stripped of his title as a God and turned into a demon in the presence of his brother, Yuri was banished to earth to live amongst the humans whom he hates. 200 years later, a young girl shows up at his doorstep holding both his life and death in her hands whilst not having any idea of the power in which she possesses.

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Ana.

The sound of seabirds startled me awake. The light of the outside sky beamed through the window and licked onto my eyes painfully. I groaned myself off the bed and took a warm, much-needed bath. Seeing that I had no clothes of my own, I wasn’t planning on walking around naked nor did I feel too inclined to ask the God to go get me some back at the house so my only other option was to rummage through the wardrobe here and hope I find something suitable. And I did. Sort of. A few centuries back but I managed to find a subtle white dress which length dropped to my ankles. It flowed like the movement of water and had an outer baby blue corset that graced the look entirely. It seemed fairly appropriate to be worn in this modern time.

Walking down the flight of stairs, I found myself heading straight to the dining area and it was not because the monster inside my stomach was growing, but because of the heavenly scent that twisted and twirled into the air. It called to me like a moth to a flame. I stopped at the entrance where Yuri stood at the window, looking outside. The table before me was a full spread. Fruits and waffles, eggs, bacon, croissants, danishes, cake, and chocolates of each and every variety.

“Um.”

“You hadn’t eaten anything last night.” He hadn’t turned in my direction, but his tone was evident that he was scowling.

I didn’t even shower either but that was too embarrassing to admit to him right now. “I was really exhausted,” I answered, “I fell asleep.”

As he turned, his expression softened. His eyes which met mine fell to my dress. “Forgive me, I should have allowed you to bring your clothing.”

“Oh no!” I smiled sweetly, “It’s completely fine. I think this gown is lovely.” Walking up to him, I did a little twirl, “What do you think?”

“It is.”

My smile faded a little as a solemn thought entered my mind, “Yuri, you said my aunt was possessed by a demon. Does being possessed mean that-”

“She was dead long before you stabbed her,” he answered quickly, “If anything, little human, you saved your cousin from something terrible that may have befallen her. I truly hope that brings you comfort.”

“Then it does.” My voice was gentle and soft compared to my growling stomach. “I’m not possessed, don’t worry.”

I sat and placed a strawberry Danish on my plate with one waffle drizzled in maple syrup, “You know, I’m not a black hole. I can’t eat this all by myself.”

“I was not sure what you liked.”

“So you got me everything? Gods, Yuri, this is too much. It can feed a village.” An idea sparkled within me, “Do you think we can package this food for the village nearby? To those who might need it?”

He looked at me quietly and gave a small nod before he sat, “You do not need my permission.”

“Is this what the Gods ate in the Highland?” I asked whilst stuffing half the Danish in my mouth, but it was a question I instantly regretted because his expression was almost offended.

“This human food is an insult to what the Saints eat. The flavour you taste in one is a hundred times more in a Gods dish. To me, this is like eating paper.”

“Oh,” I uttered quietly. He hadn’t touched any of the food before him. Instead, he turned to stare out at the greying sky through the window. The fact that food was before him and yet he could not enjoy any of it, it only then made me realize the severity of his punishment. This God wasn’t just banished, he was tortured, deprived of his family, the luxury of a home, and a pleasant meal. I couldn’t imagine going years with no taste in the food I was eating.

“What about the food in the hells?”

The curiosity of my question reflected a subtle smile out of him, “My advice to you would be to never have food in any hell. It distorts your thoughts if you don’t belong there. As I am only part demon, I was able to have only little but never enough to satisfy oneself.”

“I’m sorry.” It was all I could have said. I didn’t know what better words would compensate for all which he went through.

“If you want to go to the village, I suggest we do so soon, there’s a storm brewing.”

After my breakfast, I quickly grabbed all the bags of untouched food and headed out the door. Yuri followed behind quietly as he opened another of those smoke portals towards the dirt road of the village ahead. At first, I thought he had been exaggerating about the poverty of this village but only came to realize it was certainly an understatement.

Homes were small and broken and very few were strong and sturdy. The roads were all muddy and grass grew in random patches throughout. Only a small section which I believed to be the heart of the village was paved and essential shops were planted such as a grocery, pharmacy, tiny boutiques, and a school with broken window panels covered in spray-painted graffiti. The dark and gloomy atmosphere certainly took me by surprise, but the passersby, however, always greeted us with warm smiles. My heart ached a little with every second I spent here. We stopped by the local orphanage and I politely spoke to a headteacher, gifting her the items. She had offered us tea inside, but I declined. The building which stood before me taunted me, just like my aunt used to.

“I’m surprised you did not wish to be hosted by her,” Yuri expressed next to me.

“When I was younger, my aunt used to threaten to send me to an orphanage if my grandfather didn’t get back from work on time,” I admitted, “She made it seem like such a terrible place, and I was very young so it scared me- the stories she used to tell.”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “You’re too old now for me to admit you in.”

“Too old,” I scoffed as I began walking in the opposite direction, “Need I remind you, you’re older than my grandfather, Yuriel.”

He walked beside me, yet my thoughts stirred in unease. Not because of him, but because of the chilling sensation that was creeping over me. Someone was watching us. Or something. I’d wondered if he could sense it too. The street was empty, and the sky grew darker by the minute. Small drops of rain tickled onto my skin tauntingly. Yuri pulled me by the arm closer to him and whispered into my ear, “There’s a shop through the alley straight ahead, go there and don’t come out until I come in for you.”

I wasn’t going to be stupid to question him right now after hearing the urgency in his tone. Nodding, I did exactly that. Pushing forward the door, I entered a small, dainty bookstore that was decorated with antiques and gems. The air held a dusty scent intertwined with sandalwood incense.

“Hello!” a sturdy voice called from the opposite end of the shop. A thick, elderly woman with short plum-coloured curls and wide-rimmed glasses stood behind the counter.

“Hello,” I smiled politely, but my mind was still afar, thinking about Yuri outside.

“Looking for anything in particular?”

Her question pulled my attention back towards her, “No I- I’m sorry, I’m just looking around. Nothing in particular.” I answered whilst trailing my fingers along the glass case filled with jewels. All the gemstones of the Gods were lined neatly, “Beautiful.”

“Indeed. But the gem in which you’re looking for isn’t there, is it?”

“Excuse me?”

She raised her eyebrows and pointed to both gemstones around my neck. One was Mathias, whilst the other was Yuri’s. My eyes quickly scanned back to the case where Mathias’s gem was there. She was speaking of Yuri’s, but how did she know of him? A thug of caution danced at the pit of my stomach.

“Careful who you pray to, dearie. There are consequences involved.” She moved in a subtle and unnatural way.

“You don’t need to worry about who I pray to, Madam. I have full faith in my Gods.”

She neared me faster than I could have processed. For a moment, time blurred. I glimpsed the grandfather clock nearby, but the numbers seemed distorted. In a swift second, her meaty hand reached up to his gemstone around my neck. If I’d known any better, she hissed. Startled, I drew back. Her hand grasped around my neck.

“Stupid girl,” she snarled, her eyes dilated and what was once the white part began leaking out, turning into black blood. I shrugged but she kept choking. “That God of yours is no God of mine and I’ll make sure he’s dead!” Her growls became heavier as she lifted me off the floor and horns grew out of her skull. I tried to kick but the creature before me was much stronger.

“I believe what your holding in your hand is mine,” A familiar voice warned, his tone like the epitome of death itself, “And I’m not fond of sharing.”

“Demon-God.” The creature dropped me and lunged towards him. Her tongue was long and serpent-like, swinging itself out of her mouth as she bolted. Grabbing the tongue, Yuri ripped it ruthlessly out. It wailed. The store shook as I held myself up. Six spiderlike creatures entered the room, the size of an adult on all four, its body was covered in rotted human flesh. The scent was so incredibly unbearable I wanted to pass out. I reached for the nearby crowbar and swung it, edging it away. Two others lunged toward me, but one was pinned to the wall by the sharp toss of a horn. The once-human shopkeeper lay dead on the floor of his feet with her head ripped in half and horns broken off. Yuri threw a ball of fire toward the second demon-spider which backed away from me. Behind him, one arrowed but I darted forward, stabbing the creature through its head. It flung its razor-like legs at me in pain, but I was too numb and filled with adrenaline to feel.

“You little fool,” he frowned, shielding me behind him, “Let me fight.”

Slashing one in half, seven more entered the room. My heart heightened its beats per second as he turned to me with a subtle smile, “Wait for me at the manor.”

Before my lip could even part, he pushed me through the smokey portal. My back hit the softness of the bed and the portal closed. I scrambled myself up along with my thoughts.

Gods.

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The roof was wetter than she was tonight. Heavy raindrops pounded on, turning into a storm of desire and frustration. He was gone longer than she’d expected. Not a single call. The past few days with these unwanted guests in her house made her uneasy to say the least. Yet, wanted by her husband. Who the hell told him he could make a decision like that without her? God, he frustrated the shit out of her. God, did she love him anyway.

Elizabeth twirled her wedding ring around her delicate finger and shifted restlessly on the empty bed. The feeling of loneliness crept up between her legs. She shifted again. The nerve that man had to leave her here like this for days. She was thirsty. Really thirsty. The bottles at the bedside table had all been drained from earlier today. She hated cramps with a passion. She hated when he wasn’t around her when she felt like this.

Deciding to refill the water mug, she pushed herself off the bed and threw over a white shirt of her husband’s. This was the closest she felt to him in days, somehow it warmed her heart. Brushing her fingertips over the assortment of his cologne, she opted for her favourite. Musky. Dark. Sensual. Charming. Everything she’d describe Sebastian Lockwick to be.

The lights of the hall had been buried in darkness, yet the moonlight fought through the windows which luminated the moon-crest sloped staircase. The warm soles of her feet licked the icy marble beneath her as she made her way into the kitchen. Her eyes burned from the lack of sleep and worry. Men.

The sound of the ice maker suddenly startled her, causing her to spill the water she was pouring into a glass. “Shit.” As she pressed the rim of the glass to her lips, the sound of a hushed door closing grasped her attention. 11:55pm. Who could have been down here so late? Was someone breaking in? Surely, she could have handled the situation herself. Grabbing a hold on the nearest knife at the counter, she carefully trailed towards the sound.

A blanket of silence fell upon her at the sight of her husband drenched in blood, white shirt now wine, the tang of metallic red sin caressed her nose, his hair soaked in thick salted sweat and blood that slicked to his forehead. His eyes, however, reflected from the moonlight in its majestic silver blue. Elizabeth frowned deeply as he stalked towards her and stood inches apart.

“Well, you’re bloody late.” She broke the silence, annoyed.

Sebastian gave out a low chuckle, astonished at his wife’s dry humor, “A pun? Really?”

“How dare you leave me here like this,” she softly raged, bringing the knife up to his throat, “How fucking dare you.”

“Love,” he cooed into her left ear, and pulled her tenderly by the waist, clasping the spaces between them. “I missed you too.”

“Are you forgetting the knife in my hand, Sebastian?” She warned.

“Go ahead, stab me.”

Sighing, she dropped it and wrapped her arms around his red moist neck. Swiftly, scooping her into his arms and perching her upon the kitchen’s island. “I should get cleaned up,” he suggested, “I don’t want you getting ill.”

“No, no. I’m not waiting anymore,” Elizabeth breathed shortly, locked her legs around him. Pressing her lips onto his, she’d slip her tongue in through smiles. He tasted like blood and vodka. Whose blood was this? She hadn’t even known. His hands travelled along her naked legs, as she moaned into him. Up. Up. Pulling away slightly, she kept an arm’s length, breathed, and slapped him across the face.

“You’re upset. I shouldn’t have left like that. I know. Things got… complicated.” He motioned to his drenched attire.

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