For the Taking ✅

67 • Fire

Warning: Please take this warning seriously as this chapter is extremely graphic if this isn't your thing skim through it or simply don't read. Synopsis of chapter at the end. My writing is not for the faint at heart I'm sorry but I like realistic writing... well as realistic as fantasy writing can be. Still as always I hope you enjoy only one more chapter left then on to the sequel. I And yes the sequel is actually already started to be written I'm taking my writing more serious. Sue me lol.

Seraphina POV

I didn't know what hell felt like but if I had to imagine what hell was and I don't think this was far from it.

I've never felt so much rage in my life. This was more than rage, or anger, or hate. It was wrath that coursed through my veins. It called to ever muscle, it sang down every tendril of nerve, it screamed for release- to get even.

I had spent my life being hated for not being enough and then punished for being too much. I couldn't win. I couldn't live in peace, not while they still breathed. So, I'd snuff that spark out of them.

I've been so used to giving that taking just felt like stealing but how much have they stolen from me? How much joy had they stripped from me? How much hate did they give me? How much had that taken from me?

What parts of myself have I lost and I'm still searching for because of them? They damaged me in ways that the invisible scars still clung to me like a stubborn stain on my favorite shirt. Except this wasn't a simple shirt. It was my soul and they tried to ruin it. They tried to ruin me.

They'd taken everything from me. My happiness, my self worth, and now my family.

Fine, they wanted to take everything from me, break me. I was broken but I wasn't going to just fall to my knees before them. I was going to take everything from them even if all I could take right now was the light in their eyes.

Power like nothing I've ever felt before thundered through my body like a furnace. It roiled out from my chest and into my limbs. I clawed through the crowd of men and women that came with Philip. I spared no one as I took them out one by one. I saw face after face boil in front of me, their skin melting away with their last dying screams of agony.

It was like a rejoicing symphony in my ears. No one was spared. No one was saved from my wrath. Face after face the smell of burning flesh filled the mountain peek, their screams echoing down to the valley below. Then it dawned on me. I was witnessing simultaneous deaths all by my own hands. But how did I kill three grown men at the same time?

Phina! Siris voice sounded muffled inside my head. It sounded like he were trying to speak under water. Phina!

A part of me was searching for him through the flames through the carnage that was unfolding around me, but I couldn't see him, I couldn't find him.

Another face flashed before my eyes their skin incinerated at a single touch of my... teeth? But I hadn't- I didn't shift. Had I? With the chaos around us I could imagine not realizing myself shifting but something wasn't quite right.

My hands flew up in front of me and suddenly I was propelled back into a different sense of awareness. I was now levitating above the ground. Every inch of my body was hugged by the flames I barely had control over.

The birthmark on my finger glowed as red as the deepest ruby. The wrinkled sun rays now looked like dazzling crimson beams of light. My spindled veins reach out to the birthmark rays like fingers trying to grasp as much power as they could get their hands on. The drank in the heat and fire light that they could grab on to.