I still didn't trust my voice not to quiver from the effect the Fae had upon me. My insides still quivered with need for him and only him. It burned me, my anger rising by the second even though I'd sent it away. It was one of the few ways an immortal could be killed outright. Bind his soul to a weak human and drag him to hell with you.
Souls were tricky that way. You couldn’t live without one—you wouldn’t want to anyways.
"Synthia, listen to me closely," Alden said sternly as if talking to a wayward child, "You need to release him this instant, he's the fucking Dark Prince for fucks sake girl, what the hell is wrong with you?"
I digested his words....what was wrong with me? "Alden..." I growled, knowing what he was going to say next without needing the words.
He said them anyways, "This was an interview...He wouldn't have hurt you."
I laughed but it was cold, more pissed than happy. "A fucking interview?"
"They asked for the best, but they wanted to see you in action and to see your skills without you knowing it was an interview."
Bile rose to the back of my throat as I stood, pushing myself off the ground still only garbed in my unmentionables. "A fucking interview! Chandra's fucking dead. Because I killed her Alden! He tried to turn me, he fucking kissed me!"
"No harm was done Synthia."
I blinked at Alden, hadn't he heard me? "Chandra. Is. Dead." I replied slowly, enunciating every word. Making sure he couldn't miss the anger I was feeling, or what I was telling him.
"Yes, she is. Shame, but she was being tested as well. Synthia she was new to our Guild. You know that better than anyone, the Guild the rules must be kept. You were under the Dark Prince's powers, yet you refused to give up the information...she sang like a bird at the first chance she got to save her own skin. You did as you were taught child, you did well."
I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. I knew what I had to do and it was neither of those things. I had to bury my dead. Chandra deserved to be given the Rites. She deserved to go into the Fade, to be reborn.
I turned and erected an invisible wall with what strength I had left, much to the horror of those around me who had no idea what I intended to do with the life of the Dark Prince still attached to my own soul.
It wasn't until I turned and smiled sadly at Adam, that they knew what I was going to do and started to freak out. Alden rushed to the invisible barrier, while Ryder and his Demon stood still as if afraid to move. I knew better, I was willing to bet there wasn't much Ryder was afraid of...not even dying.
"You can’t send her to the Fade, she turned on us!" Alden screamed, outraged that I would try to send her even though she had betrayed us.
Try was the key word. I would take her death unto me. If I could manage to keep my mind from thinking it was happening in reality. I'd done it only once before, not many had the balls to even attempt it since the mind was a dangerous thing to play around in.
I silently looked around the room finding my target. A radio sat in the corner, turned off. I sent my magic flowing through the room to it, finding Creed's My Own Prison within its database and turned it up. I bent down, kneeling upon the cement floor in front of the ashes.
Adam tried to turn it off, but as the words flowed he stopped. I could feel the weight of the stares in the room burning into my flesh, heavy and unrelenting. I pulled a knife from the Demons boot without having to leave the sanctuary of the circle, magic swift and silent pulling it inside and sealing the hole before anyone knew what had happened.
I brought up the cold, wicked looking blade and cut my palms, slicing an X across both hands, the sting burned as flesh opened up in thin red lines to release blood needed to complete her Rites. I painted the sign of life and death on my torso. The sign of fear and courage on my cheeks and then whispered the chant to bring life to the ashes.
A small wind flowed through the room as I pulled myself up to meet Chandra's soul as she came alive briefly, her soul will need host...I will become it until I can release it. The soul gets lost without a host, it's why we take them in and release them with magic.
Her hazel eyes opened as she stepped from the ashes, she had no voice but it didn't keep her from trying to use it. Telling the dead, they're actually dead is not always a bright idea. They tend to think they can be reanimated. Only Necromancer's can do it and it doesn't always end well for the soul.
She glared and it might have been comical except I'm the one who killed her, so technically...I'd hate me too. She smiled, it was cold, her brown curls rustled soundlessly as she laughed and it too was silent. She noted Adam and Alden outside the sanctuary I cast to protect us from being disturbed. She tilted her head before accepting my offer to carry her. Pain erupted as she entered through the small cuts. Her soul was pulsing as it entered my own. I felt her inside of me, her animated soul gone as she entered my body. And then it came.