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It had been a few weeks since Siobhan had not returned home after what was to be a few days with her friend Clarissa. Sophia had grown worried about her daughter, Yet the only person she knew to see if Siobhan was around was Dominic. She picked her phone with the babe on her hip and pressed the number to call him. Reaching his voicemail she gave a gentle sigh from her lips. “Dominic, I honestly wasn’t sure who to call. Siobhan has not returned home. She said she was going to be with someone named Clarissa for a few days. Yet it's been weeks now since I saw her. I was hoping maybe you two made up and she was with you. Let me know please. I’m worried about her.” She hung up the phone.
Two years had passed since Siobhan had left Evermore. She couldn’t even clearly make out what had happened over the last two years. Or why the draw to Evermore was so strong. Her memories here were a blur. The only thing that Siobhan could remember were flashes of people and blood. She winced when she tried to think of it too hard. She looked at her bruised hand as she rubbed it. Remembering the guy she had cold cocked at the bus stop for trying to grup her ass.
As she stood at the bus station for a long moment. Looking around. She wasn’t sure where she should even go. Alcohol. That is what she needed, Maybe it would jog her memory on why she wanted to come to Evermore. Tightening her hand around the duffle bag handle she started to walk down the street until eventually finding a bar. Walking in the smell of smoke and sexual tension hung in the air so thick it was almost hard to see through.
She took a deep breath in need to find alcohol kicking into overdrive, though something about the bar was familiar. She moved to the bar and placed her bag on the floor as she leaned in on the bar. “Rum and coke.” She said as she then looked around the bar at the pool table catching her eye. A impish smirk crossed her lips as she pulled her jacket off pulling the v neck in her shirt lower and tied it so that her belly button was showing. She moved closer to the tables giving a gentle smile.
“Well now this game looks like such fun. Care to show me how it's played? Then maybe after I know how we can toss some money around for fun?” She gave a playful giggle as her hand came to the males arm. Who was more than eager to take hold of her hip and pulled her in front of him, bending her over the table with the pool cue in hand. After a few minutes of the pair moving around the table and he ‘Showing her how to play’. Sio pulled out a twenty and placed it on the table. “How about we go against each other now.” she batted her lashes at the male.
Cost. Of course it had a cost. How could anything possibly go easy? He so hated magic. Just being in the Archives had him on edge, but not so much as worrying what the outcome of this cost would be on Siobhan. Before Dominic could even inquire about what the consequences of doing this would be, the nephilim was already agreeing to it. His eyes shot over to her with concern that she was rushing into this too quickly and hearing her call back to what had transpired between them specifically made all the words that were sitting on his tongue disappear. In the end it was Siobhan's choice and if he did have some sway in what her decision would be, it likely died years ago.
As Billie Mae and Penelope spoke among themselves, Dominic attempted to find some encouraging words. Anything that would somehow make Siobhan remain strong through whatever she was about to go through. He was so fucking bad with words. The vulnerability of his emotions made every thought in his head come out in a wrong when he tried to speak on them. It was never enough. At least he could be by her side through it, though he wasn't exactly sure that was something she wanted. If not him, maybe he could get Rissa here.
Just as he was about to take a step towards Siobhan, Penelope interrupted the coming motion by asking he not overreact. His brow forwarded in confusion before he flinched from the startling appearance of a magical box that enclosed Siobhan. Before he even had the chance to ask what was going on, she was gone to the other side of the building. An annoyed breath passed through his nose as he looked to the diviner, even as she explained why she had to transport her away. As if it couldn't get any worse, Penelope revealed what the thing was that was possessing Siobhan. "Death and destruction. That's great." He rubbed his hands over his face before passing one through his hair in worried thought while his tired eyes traveled the length of the floor towards where Siobhan was carted and remained like a prisoner.
Wyatt had been on a run when the soft rumbling of his phone began going off in his pocket. His hand reached to pick the vibrating device up and glanced to the notification, seeing it was from Penelope with only a partial bit of the message showing which made him pause. His finger slid across the screen to bring up the rest of the text which made him have to read it a second time to make sure he was understanding it correctly. "Damn..." he huffed out, his heart rate starting to slow while he stood on the side of the trail.
After returning home for a quick shower, the diviner immediately ported to the Archives and hurried inside, seeing the group in a close circle not far from the entrance. Though he'd never met Siobhan, Clarissa was beside herself since her disappearance some time ago and he'd only gotten bits and pieces of what was going on with her currently because it still seemed like no one could pinpoint what it was that was truly keeping its hold on her. Whatever this curse was seemed to be far worse as Penelope apparently discovered.
"Pen," he greeted with a quick nod before turning to Billie Mae with a smile and taking her outstretched hand into both of his with a kiss to her cheek. "It's been some time, Ms. Billie Mae. I'm sorry it's under these circumstances."
The elder diviner smiled softly in return to him. "As am I, son."
Wyatt's eyes then moved to the taller man who he knew had to be Dominic. Clarissa's description of him fit the bill, especially the mention where it looked like he was the stereotypical tough guy, but she assured him most of that was just covering up the vulnerable parts of him that were too hard to express. Wyatt had a feeling Dominic probably wouldn't want that known to most others. From what he was also told, he and Siobhan were no longer together, but it seemed like the extraordinary circumstances made that unimportant.
"And you must be Dominic," he greeted, putting his hand out. The therian unfolded his arms from his chest which seemed like it caused Dominic to feel more exposed then and shook his hand in return. "Wyatt, nice to meet you finally. Again, I'm sorry it's like this." The other man didn't verbally answer and instead just nodded. He was clearly worried about all this and from what Pen texted him, Wyatt couldn't blame him.
Looking to Penelope, he clapped his hands together and prepared himself for what was likely to be a strenuous task if they planned on fighting this entity. "So, what do you need from me?"
Hearing Penelope describe the details of the curse was not making Dominic any more confident in what was about to happen. The pit in his stomach only grew with each word she spoke, clawing at the any notion Siobhan would make it out alive and herself once again, especially at the idea they would be tearing the nephilim apart in every way that was possible. He wanted to protest. Stop these insane people for even thinking this was the viable option in getting rid of this curse that latched onto Siobhan, but then what? He had no alternatives to speak of nor was he even qualified to begin trying to find some other solution. So he remained quiet and zoned out as he stared through Penelope with an emotion that couldn't rightly be defined as the continued helplessness added to the growing pit that gnawed away and ate him alive.
Everything else became a blur. He knew the others were talking among themselves and setting the ritual up, buzzing about to do what each of their jobs entailed while he stood as if a statue, frozen and lifeless. He'd only been pulled out of it when he felt the gentle and small hand of Billie Mae rest on his back which made him finally blink back to the present around him. Dominic looked down to her and saw her searching him with her eyes. The ones that meant she was delving deep into his thoughts. Normally he would loudly protest, but he didn't have the capacity to do so now when it hardly seemed important. The oddity of this seemed to soften Billie's face as she knew immediately how worried he was, nodding her head to where everyone was currently walking as indication to follow.
Stepping into the room they'd prepared felt like moving into another universe. The magic in there felt palpable, even before the spell. He hated it. Standing to the side, he watched the others begin their final preparations before Penelope warned them of what was to come should they choose to stay. His eyes remained fixed on the alter, but he could see from his peripheral as Billie Mae turned to him. Dom knew what she was going to say before she even said it.
"Son. Perhaps it's best if we wait outsi...."
He could already visualize the lines of her face tightening in an effort to argue with him. "What they are going to do.. What Siobhan will go through... I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to st..."
"I'm staying." Dominic finally turned to look at the older diviner so she could fully see the conviction in his face.
There would be no point in further arguing anything else and she seemed to understand this as her response was only a slight nod before he brought his gaze around again towards the alter. Billie Mae sighed through her nose, following his eyes towards the alter as well with her warning that he knew was only out of concern. "Fine, but don't make one single move towards that space or so help me, I will put you down, boy."
As Siobhan came into the room, held inside that prison, Dominic's jaw set as he prepared himself to keep it together. He watched while Penelope affixed the bracelets on the nephilim's wrists before laying her down on the alter. The accumulation of it all was finally flooding over him with a wave of catastrophic dread, but it was only made worse when Siobhan spoke to him with pained words that sounded like goodbye. It tore him apart.
"Wait," he interjected, crossing the room and stepping in front of Penelope before she had the chance to put Siobhan to sleep. He reached down for her hand in his, placing it against his chest, above his heart. He tried swallowing the emotional pit that was in his throat, but he couldn't as tears began to well in his eyes. It was visibly obvious he was trying to work through his thoughts and coming up empty. Words were never his forte, but right then was not the time to overthink them. "I love you, Nani," he said finally with a sniffle, willing the tears not to spill. "I think I loved you since you crash landed into me in the fields and I finally allowed myself to realize it the night we got tattoos." He gave a sorrowful smirk, glancing down at their entwined arms then. "I... I know I should've said it more. I was scared. I hadn't felt that way in so long and I didn't want to get hurt again. I've never stopped loving you." The words sounded like the thought of stopping was an absurdity. "I won't ever stop. No matter what drives us apart, I can't. You made me hope again when there was nothing left to hope for." He kissed her hand before laying it back over his heart and looked at her with conviction. "You're the strongest person I know. Any horrible thing that's ever happened, you've always gotten through it when so many others wouldn't have and most of the time you found your way back on your own which only made me love you more. Don't let this be the thing that wins now. You'll get through this too." He squeezed her hand with assurance, not knowing how long before that thing inside her might come through. "Promise me."
When Siobhan's lips connected with his, it was like breathing again after feeling like he was a shell, a ghost of what he'd once been after years. The ragged hole in his chest filled and the ache he had long since become accustomed to being a part of him then, dulled. It was the kind of kiss that reminded his soul why it was worth the effort to keep going when all he wanted to do was stay in darkness. In her love there was light and it made him stronger in every sense of the meaning.
It was gone too quickly though. Watching as Penelope put her under, made him softly inhale because then it was nothing but fear again as reality came slamming over him. Dom squeezed her hand one last time before forcing himself to let her go once he felt the hand come to his shoulder and seeing Bexley in his periphery as his eyes remained only on Siobhan. He reluctantly turned away and walked back over to Billie Mae, sniffling and taking in a shaking breath before releasing it slowly. The older woman's arm looped around his much larger one in quiet comfort while the three other diviners began the spell.
Wyatt turned away in order to give the two some sense of privacy even though it was quite impossible to do so being all in the same space. It felt intrusive to be in on the intimate moment between Dominic and Siobhan, but he could see how much they clearly cared for one another. He could picture Clarissa's face as she started from the beginning, telling him about the pair and how their lives had abruptly changed when they were no longer together and it becoming worse when the nephilim went missing. Wyatt knew Clarissa had pocketed her feelings towards it all and even went so far as to blame Siobhan for her leaving. He concluded that was a way for her to somehow deal with the hurt she couldn't work through at the time since he could see the unspoken pain there.
He only hoped he could somehow be a solution in bringing her friend back again.
He stepped in his place when it was time, raising his arms as his eyes phased from their normal green and flashed electric blue. Wyatt watched as the brightness in Siobhan's bangles began to glow before the rest of the runes in the room did in turn. The sensation of their power surged slowly through his finger tips and rippled along his skin, flowing over the rest of him. Watching the nephilim's soul split from her body was something he hadn't witnessed before, but having been one of the very few lucky students of Malva's over her long existence, he knew the catastrophic consequences that came along with tearing the two apart.
Pen's words made his eyes dart towards her. If this wasn't something she was expecting, their odds were only lowered even further than the longshot this was in the first place. Wyatt waited for her instruction and gave a tentative nod before breaking from the circle and stepping inside with Siobhan. He watched her steady breathing despite how very still she was before looking up to the child version of her soul. The ichor swirled about which felt very reminiscent of the family curse he had had to endure which almost ended his own life as well as others. It would be a true test of his own willpower to not let the residual darkness that still linked to him and would forever, take over. He certainly would be a good candidate for that entity on Siobhan to lock in on that side of him which could never be scrubbed clean.
Wyatt steeled himself for what it was he was tasked to do. Glancing down to the catch-all box, he motioned with his first two fingers and it lifted on command. His focus came back to the innocent looking child version of Siobhan which floated in an ethereal white glow. He was a light diviner in the end. Been around a long time. Very long. It helped that he in fact had his own life being extended through magic as the weight of the amulet around his neck was suddenly noticeable since he would now have to use that bit of knowledge when it came to tinkering with the natural order.
Moving closer, the diviner reached up towards the now separated soul and gingerly spread his fingers out to connect with the parasite looking pools of black which pulsed as if feeding from Siobhan. He motioned his hand out as if to grab the ooze before closing his fist and telekinetically pulling. It detached without incident and Wyatt's lips parted to release a breath he was holding in relief. He directed it towards the box and continued on, the next several coming off with just as much ease.
But it was too simple. As he reached for the next, Wyatt's breath suddenly caught in his throat. It made him audibly gasp, the shortness of air constricting in his chest. The familiar wave of the family curse he'd rid himself of started to bubble in his core while the threat of his life brought it from slumber. Wyatt tried to force it down as he'd practiced continuously for months with Malva when he was near losing his mind and life at the time, but the resistance was stronger than he'd felt since the first time he'd held the grimoire in his hands. His eyes flickered from the brightened blue and dimmed. He glanced up to the innocent looking soul and felt the entity's power. Perhaps it wasn't just the survival of the curse coming through, but the thing attached to Siobhan making it appear to stop him from saving Siobhan.
Wyatt winced, doubling over, but quickly shut the box as not to let it gain its full power again. His eyes pooled to black which was reminiscent of the curse wanting control again and he was suddenly hearing the whispered voice of Discord pushing through his mind. His head jerked to the side as he willed the thing out, but its talons had sunk deep within his thoughts and willpower now and the residual curse which still resided in him could not fight back against it.
"Billie..." Dominic proceeded to take a step forward as he saw what was happening within the barrier, but the woman rooted him magically as his first foot fell.
She watched as Siobhan's soul seemed to flutter while the entity fought against the three other diviners. "Don't. You'll only make it worse by becoming another target." Billie Mae pressed into Wyatt's mind and attempted to fight back in line with him, straining as Discord immediately reacted in turn. It was certainly lucky she was a psychic then. She concentrated harder and began to build a shield in Wyatt's brain which would only last so long in order for Wyatt to gain control again and finish the deed. She grunted from the effort and staggered, squeezing her eyes shut and grasping onto Dominic to stay standing. "Gods help us."
Wyatt could feel the other presence in his mind, but it wasn't the malevolent Discord or the curse that seemed to always reside in his blood, one that would never fully fade. No, it was a light pushing back on the darkness that tried to grip its talons further into his mind. A shield seemed to layer over his own as he tried to keep Discord from gaining control over him and he heard the muffled voice of Billie urging him to fight. But.. he was tired. Really tired, and the promise of nothingness sounded appealing to the diviner as the suggestion to let go weaved over his being. The wall began to crumble.
It was all falling apart. Dominic had tried to give them the benefit of the doubt because he knew there was nothing he could really do against magic. What power did he possibly possess that could stop this thing? He watched as each diviner's power began to wane one by one. First, Wyatt had become the new target for Discord and then Penelope had left the circle, her focus completely on him. Bexley was being forced to hold the circle up by herself now and he could see her physically shaking from the effort, blood slipping through her nose. Billie Mae was exerting too much of herself as well. He instantly felt the magic she was using to keep him from moving lessen. The elder was being pulled in too many different directions.
Dom watched as Wyatt's body shot across the room and slumped against the wall unconscious. "Shit." His gaze whipped back to the alter where Siobhan remained deathly still. He couldn't take anymore. The hues of his eyes began to shift and lighten, brightly shining in the dimly lit room until they greyed. Billie had stepped away from him and hurried to where Wyatt had been thrown, but her magic was still keeping him rooted. Rooted, but not as strongly as before. Dominic pushed and tore away from the invisible tendrils that seemed to wrap around him until he was able to lift one boot and then the other before a final growling yell released him into a stumble.
"BOY!" Billie yelled at Dominic in warning over her shoulder, but her eyes stayed focus on the unmoving man in front of her. Wyatt's heart had stopped. She felt it in the moment Penelope had done it herself to remove Discord from her friend. She had instantly wrapped her power around whatever lifeforce still delayed inside of him, not allowing Wyatt to dare move on. She could see the amulet on his necklace begin to flicker and dim. "Now you hold on." Her small and gentle hands lay over his heart and she sent a charge through them and into his chest. He shot upward from the jolt, but he remained unconscious. "Come on, now!" Billie sent the shock into his body again, letting her mind wander into his to find where his soul had better still be lingering to pull him back.
Wyatt gasped. Instinctually, he wrapped a hand around his amulet and looked down to see it barely glowing. His eyes were wide and his other hand reached out to the person in front of him as the world started to come into focus. Billie Mae. She clasped his searching hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. "You're alright. Take a breath. Breathe, boy, breathe." He did as she commanded, taking great gulps of air and letting his head lean back against the wall as his heart caught up with his lungs. A figure on his left grabbed his attention and he could see Bexley with her eyes closed, but there was a steady rise and fall of her chest. His hues than adjusted across the room where Penelope was on her knees, her hands firmly on the box. Had they done it?
Dominic was at the alter in moments. He was on his knees and cupping Siobhan's face, gently lifting her head to find some sign of life. She hadn't moved since the box to hold Discord has been closed, but he couldn't help but notice the look of peace that was now on her face. He gaze slid to her chest where it did not rise. "No." It was unacceptable. He would not allow her to die.
One arm swept across her legs while his other slid under her back as he pulled the nephilim down from where she lay and into his arms. "Siobhan, please," he begged quietly, tucking her into his chest. Dominic kissed her forehead and placed his head against hers, rocking gently. "I can't exist in this shitty world when you don't," he breathed into her hair. A tear trailed down his face and dropped to her cheek. Dom pulled back to look at her, but there was nothing.
Anguish wracked through him. Agony and grief he hadn't felt since his mother died. Then anger. Rage. He could feel his lycan form wanting to break out, his emotions driving his wolf to surface. He'd tear these Archives apart and not stop there. The world would be next. "Nani," he half growled then, shaking Siobhan before pulling her into him again and roaring out his pain to the heavens.