Alec’s

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I hold both scepters in my hand, gritting my teeth against the intense power that is currently running through my body. It was overwhelming even for my body, but I knew this had to be done.

Using one scepter is overwhelming enough, but using two? That was pushing it too far. I didn't care though. I didn't care about anything other than bringing Kaden back. He is the one who matters. He's all that matters.

My hand shake as I continue using the scepters. They were polar opposites. One is white, while the other is red. Two contrasting colors, but both full to the brim with power.

You see, where I am from, scepters aren't just used as a symbol of authority, but power. I come from a powerful lineage. Scepters are used to channel that power. To direct it. Reserve it. They carry part of the essence of whoever the owner is.

I did have my own scepter, but these two? These two were everything, given that they belonged to two people who were more powerful than I was. And that is what I needed. More power.

A shrill voice screams, pulling me back from my thoughts. I stare at the woman that was folded in a fatal position on the floor before me. All this power was directed into her tiny body. It must hurt.

My hands felt like they were burning. My inside felt like it would turn to liquid. My whole body felt like it was being shocked by bolts of electricity. If I felt like that, just holding the scepter, I can only imagine what she feels, all that power being pushed into her.

It didn't matter and I didn't care. This had to be done. In the grand scheme of things, she didn't matter. She was insignificant in all this. She was a tool to getting what I wanted. Just like all of them.

She stops thrashing and her new scent hits my nose. Finally, it was done. Her eyes were closed, and they would stay that way for the next two or three days, as her body tried to realign itself to accommodate her new form.

The transition isn't easy, and the weak don't survive it. If she dies during the transition, then it means she's weak, and I don't need weak hybrids in my army.

"Take her to the recovery unit," I command one of my many warriors.

Quickly, and silently, he picks her up and walks out of my throne room.

Once the door closes behind him, I sag against my throne. I release the two scepters feeling better now that I didn't have them in my hold.

My eyes move to scepters. It had been hard getting them. Taking them from their rightful owners, but it was worth it. I needed the boost in power for my little project and the red one had been key to that.

Power still buzzes in the surrounding air. It still buzzes in my cells. I could almost taste it. Two contrasting powers, yet both of them are used for creation.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I was tired, but it was to be expected. Using two different scepters, belonging to two different beings was draining. Their power was a lot to handle, just like their owners had been.

This, turning werewolves and vampires into hybrids, had been Kaden's dream. He hadn't been able to achieve it before my mother got in our way. It was just a theory when he told me the idea, but after he was gone, I worked my ass off to make it a reality.

I want everything to be perfect for when he comes back. I want him to find his perfect army and see just how much I love him. Just how much I've done for him. I want him to be happy, because his happiness is my happiness.

Getting up from my throne, I stop for a while as dizziness takes over. Channeling three powers at the same time, does that to you. It zaps your energy, leaving you drained. I didn't mind though. It wasn't anything a little nap couldn't fix.

After a minute or so, the dizziness passes and I resume my walk. I leave the throne room, closing the door behind me. Like I said, I am tired and right now, what I need is a nap.

"We need to hurry this along; I want to be with my man" Xena says, cutting through my thoughts.

Technically, we are both called Xena if you want to look at it, like we are two separate beings, but we are not. Like I said, I come from a powerful lineage and, with us being powerful, means we are also different.

"You know we can't rush these things, Xena. You've been patient these past few years. I'm sure you can be patient for a few more months." I tell her tiredly.

With that, I put my mental blocks up. I was tired of her nagging.

She's kept pushing and pushing these past few weeks. I want Kaden with us just as much as she does, but I am not about to risk messing things up because we were in a hurry. Walking down the corridors, my mind wanders to all that needs to be done. The preparations and all that shit.

I was just about to enter my room when his voice stops me.

"Your majesty?"

"Yes, Blake?" my voice comes out in a harsh whisper.

I am frustrated and all I want is to sleep. Is that too much to ask for?

"I have news," he simply says, and I groan in frustration.

Did I need to pry every word from his lips?

"Is it about my mother?"

Blake truly believes that my mother is dead, but I am not so sure. That woman is hard to kill, and I know she wouldn't just die easily. She's in hiding and biding her time. I feel it in my heart.

I didn't matter though. If she is alive, then it would be perfect. I want her to see all her efforts wasted as my Kaden comes back to me. I want to see her defeated as we kill everyone she loves. The bitch wants to play hide and seek, well and good... but when she's done hiding, I'll be here waiting, and then I'll destroy her.

"No, it's not about your mother," he pauses. "It's about Sadie, she's back."

The tiredness I'd felt a while ago disappears. My lips twist. This is the best fucking news today.

Dismissing Blake, I enter my room with a smile on my face. Finally, it was time to put the next phase of plans into motion.

Sadie Evans is back. She's right where I want her. The very place where everything began.