THE SAINTS HAVE FALLEN: CHAPTER 40

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.

Freedom was something I knew nothing of. Nor think I ever will. And for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. No grandpa, no Mathias, only myself. I sat at the edge of the bed with those thoughts circulating in my mind like a fruit fly over rotten fruits.

Groaning, I pushed myself off the bed and allowed my entire weight to fall to my feet. An emptiness shifted within me. A peculiar feeling. The air chilled around me as I listened to the breaking of the dark waves outside.

“Yuri?” I called, but my voice only echoed back to me. The soles of my warm feet licked the icy floor, sending a shiver up my spine as I walked through the hallway. The magic that was once here was now dead and something sinister lurked in the shadows. Strikes of lightning painted the sky outside and seeped through the open windows of the dining area I entered. Thunder crackled in laughter like an old witch I’d read about in storybooks. My eyes scanned through the darkness as few very lamps were remaining lit.

Lightning flashed again and from the corner of the room, near the window, my eyes widened.

“Syn,” I gasped, stumbling back.

The unnatural pale blue man-monstrous creature stood before me. It was almost as if he was in utter delight to see me. “Thank the Lords you’re awake. You sleep as if you’re dead.” 

“Too bad I’m not,” I mocked, nearing a chair and cutting my gaze to the nearest exit.

“Oh don’t be the little pest that you already are. If you want to die I can happily aid you in that.”

Lightning flickered again and this time, he was only inches away. Fear kicked into me like a truck to the stomach. Grabbing the chair with all my might, I swung at him. My action startled him and gave me time to run. I ran towards the door as my heart pounded. This wasn’t happening, I tried to convince myself. Reaching for the door, Syn grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back.

“You don’t know how to play nice,” he hissed.

“And do you?” I asked before punching him in the face. He staggered back.

I jolted through the frame of the door and ran as fast as I could. Stumbling forward, my hands burned to open the heavy back door. I wasn’t thinking clearly. All I wanted to do was get away from him. At least, that’s what my body was telling me.

Harsh drops of rain bulleted upon me as I attempted to make my way towards the village. A low, deep growl pierced into the once-silent night, followed by many more. That growl sounded chillingly familiar. Fear froze me as similar creatures to what Yuri had fought off in the bookshop began surrounding the manor.

“Oh my Gods,” I breathed.

Ten, twenty, thirty, and more stalked toward the house as their soulless eyes glistened in the faint moonlight. Swiftly, I turned and bolted back to the manor. I ripped through the icy air and slammed the door behind me. The creatures’ hungry growls daggered forward as they neared. My feet ached and numbed all at once. Syn emerged and angrily trailed into the room. I grabbed the nearest bowl in defense.

“I gave my word,” he muttered to himself.

Drawing himself closer I smashed it into the side of his head and dashed towards the door. Glass shattered and pitched forward as the creatures broke through the windows.

“What the-” Syn swore as one pounced forward.

I locked the door with a crowbar behind me, hoping it’d buy me some time. My eyes shifted to the three swords that decorated the wall above the fireplace. Quickly, I pushed the armchair closer to stand and grabbed the lowest off the wall. It was heavier than I thought, but one was better than nothing to protect myself. I could hear them, breaking through all the windows of the manor. Thick, heavy footsteps neared from the hallway. Just a little closer and it would be in the same room as me. I shuddered at the thought of getting ripped apart by it. This- this wasn’t how I thought I’d ever die.

Sticking it into the fireplace for a bit, I inhaled the shaking fear that was becoming me. The fleshy creature turned and screeched a sound so dreadful that it ripped through my eardrums. It waited no second and pounced. I raised the sword and with all my might threw myself towards it. Thick, oozy blood gushed out of the wailing monster before me. It splattered onto me as I pulled my weapon out. My previously wounded arm ached terribly. I couldn’t fight them off like this. Not so many. Not by myself. I looked around the room for the nearest place to hide but there was none. I needed to find somewhere to stay hidden. I needed to survive this somehow. My hope was fleeing but I wanted to live. I wanted to live more than anything right now.

Silently, I made my way through the hall and looked for the nearest and darkest room. Finding one, I quickly blew the remaining candles out and hid in the closet, keeping a firm grip on the sword. When I was younger, I would be locked in an attic by my aunt, I couldn’t help but think how terrifyingly similar the feeling both felt. I used to think I was going to die, and today I thought the same. The only difference is, I had hope back then. I had Mathias. I had something I assumed was there for me. But now, who do I pray to? The Gods are no Saints as I used to think. Who do I have? My heart ached at the very thought of Mathias. A tear rolled down my cheek as I tightened my hand on Yuri’s stone around my neck. I was absolutely alone and I was going to be eaten alive.

My breaths hitched as growls neared. Through the crack of the closet, my eyes widened at the creature breaking into the door and sniffing at the floorboard. I swallowed. Another followed inside. Nearing.

I gripped the tilt of the sword and froze my breath. Positioning my sword forward, the creature neared the door and a low rumble escaped his throat. Through the crack, it locked eyes with mine. It roared a ghastly sound and clawed at the door, ripping it apart. My body trembled as my eyes tightened.

“You need to stop getting yourself into situations like this, little dove.”

Peeling my eyes open, Claude knelt before me. The two creatures were now gutted and dead on the floor. I couldn’t process what was happening. Shock laced through my body as he carefully untightened my fingers which were glued onto the sword. I was just about to die.

“Claude,” I breathed shakily in relief.                               

His lips were stapled into a thin frown as he helped me out. “Can you walk?” he asked noticing my little wobble.

I nodded.

“We have to leave now,” he tugged me by the wrist with him.

“Where’s Yuri?”

He was about to speak when a creature stalked by. He pulled me back, into the dark room, keeping himself as a shield. His dark hair fell over his eyes and his jawline cut into the moonlight. A hint of a smile played upon the edges of his lip.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” he teased with a little smirk.

“You’re ridiculous,” I exhaled.

“Sounds like I take your breath away,” he said before pulling me along with him again. His tone was now firm and void of humor, “We’re heading towards the front door, into the boat. I need you to run as fast as you can when I tell you to. Can you do that?”

I nodded quietly in response.

“Good.”

We stood at the top of the staircase and hurried down. I could no longer feel my feet at this point. Two creatures broke through the doorway along with Syn who seemed to be fighting it off. He slit both creatures’ throats and blocked our exit out the door.

“I can’t let you take the girl,” Syn frowned in detest.

Claude scoffed, and positioned himself to fight, “I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“I make no mistakes,” Claude firmed, with a dagger in hand.

Syn sneered and lunged forward, “Then I’ll just have to kill you!”

Claude dodged and twisted Syn back to him, slicing him on the arm. He hissed and attempted to trip him on the floor. Claude gracefully rolled as Syn attacked again. I’d never seen anything like this. They both were skillfully trained and it worried me who would be the dead one.

“Go!” Claude instructed me harshly. Syn tried to reach towards me, but he pulled him back. The pale blue creature stabbed him in the shoulder but he twisted his arm in reflex. I stumbled back and attempted to run. To the boat. Fear lent wings to my feet as I pushed open the large manor door and pinned every step upon the earth. My breaths were uneven as I ran. And ran. I could hear the howling creature behind me. But I promised myself not to turn back. I needed to keep moving forward. I could see the light at the edge of the steps, in the boat. Someone was standing there in the faint distance. Footsteps crunched upon the grassy lawn behind me. Swiftly, an arm wrapped around my waist. Claude swung me over his shoulder as if I was nothing but a sack of potatoes. He ran much faster than I did. His boots plunged into the water and he tossed me into the boat, jumping in.

Mathias frowned. He was the figure in the distance I had seen and was now seeing even more clearly. “Go,” he instructed and tossed a thin silver object to Claude, “I’ll take care of this.”

My mind hadn’t properly processed what he meant. Only when he pushed the boat away and headed towards the manor it snapped.

“Mathias?” I yelled, watching him head towards the hound creatures which were rushing forward. A bright yellow light burns through his hands as he aimed forward. I leaned over the boat but Claude pulled me back.

“Sit,” he commanded, “He’ll take care of it.”

A bright light flashed through the atmosphere, blinding me and causing a terrible and instant headache. Claude grabbed a hold of me and plunged the sharp object at the center of the boat as he drifted away. An intense pressure tightened around me, so tightly I thought I was choking. It was as if I was drowning in the air.

***

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 fking 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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