THESE HIDDEN WINGS

BONUS CHAPTER UNLOCKED

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What have you done?

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The leaves crunched beneath the weight of the fuming dark-coated figure as he stormed further into the woods, the winds brushing through his dark locks,  jaw clenching.

He could not understand how was it possible to feel like you were making progress and then suddenly fall back to square one.

He had seen it in her head yesterday, she cared about what he thought of her, she cared that he hadn't chosen her despite his holy reason for doing so, a flip in the Nile as it was rare he ever cared to actually respect someone.

He paused in the middle of the woods, freezing when he remembered the look in her eyes.

What had scared her so much that she had that look in her eyes?

Was it his ambush?

Whilst it was meant to catch her off guard, he hadn't thought it would affect her to that extent. 

To the extent of that kind of fear that danced in her beautiful brown eyes.

There was always some shade of emotion in those depths. Sometimes even shades of fear, but not to the depth that she would even flinch at his touch.

Had he done something he simply could not remember?

His eyebrows furrowed, searching memories for any instance of such an occurrence but nothing came to mind.

This was beyond frustrating.

It annoyed him to the core that something as simple as a girl would have him turning wheels in his head when he had defeated things that were far more dangerous to speak of, or seen things that could have made any other mind rot, and yet this one thing baffled him to the core, his hand slipped in his coat pocket as he pondered for a second.

What was worse was he fell far. Deep and long.

Far away from any resemblance of common sense- and something inside him made that feeling echo into anger.

Anger that he had no hold over the hollow echo in his chest, when usual he was good at hiding all the dark feelings that roamed within him simply because of what he was.

Those Dark feelings were filth to the extent that darkness itself was varied and yet this one feeling of drifting farther from what he could only describe as the little progress he had cut him to the core.

He suddenly froze, eyes hardening as the light breeze sizzled past his skin, rolling his eyes for a more infuriating reason, fuming with pent-up rage on the brink of pouring as he turned,

"The next time I catch you following me, will the be the very last time," he growled, coming face to face with the dark hooded figure that stood a little ways behind him.

"You seem troubled," came the ghastly whisper-like voice that would have sent a shiver down a mere human or convert's spine, but unfortunately this was not the case.

Harvest scoffed at this, "Are you this incompetent that you should appear in a forest full of Cnverts in broad daylight?" he spat, eyes narrowing on the figure.

"I am quite aware of the location of every soul in this forest."

Harvest was not interested, however, deeming to turn away when he stopped, looking back at the figure, eyebrows arching as realization crossed his mind.

"What have you done?"

Silence roamed between them for a second before the Ghastly tone replied,

"She knows of the mark you carry." pausing for a moment, head-turning slightly, "of her mark, despite the warnings told to you since you were nothing but a child."

Harvest's jaw clenched, "I had not expected less," he grunted back, shifting slightly, "I'm frankly more surprised it's taken her so long.'

"She is not pleased with your deceit."

"You speak of it as if it were not her, herself that taught me the very trade," He darkly chuckled in reply, dangerous humor in his eyes, yet his face remained stoic.

"A trade that should have been used to Free your father."

' A trade is a lifelong gift," he huffed back carelessly with a short sigh, "it will be used when necessary," Harvest grunted back, eyes narrowing on the figure.

"This is the second warning," The figure snarled back, tone rising-

"Second warning?" Harvest echoed with an amused chuckle, looking around as if waiting for a punch line before the humor faded, eyes settling on the figure in black, breath leaving his body in a short relief eyes narrowing on it,

"You dare touch her?" he asked, eyes studying the figure in growing disbelief at the audacity displayed before him, "You dared to TOUCH. HER," he stated once more, this time his one gravely dark.

"I did nothing, all she did was see."

"See. WHAT?" Harvest gritted out.

"What she's already seen."

Harvest's eyes drifted off the features turning slightly chuckling for a second as he stared at the taunting trees. It seemed everything today was set out to frustrate and piss the fuck out of him.

The figure was playing games, answers that were set like riddles, something he cared nothing for.

A glimpse of that dark madness in his eyes surfaced when his gaze snapped back up to the figure before him.

"I'll make this clear, and take this to be the last threat of MERCY," the glint in his eye darkened as he stood square in the face of the figure, "touch her again, dare to mess with her mind, her visions, by all the gates of hell,  if she so much as senses you, I'll know," he stated, looking straight into those volcanic glowing red eyes.

"The third warning will come from Her. She will take a form and carry out her punishment," the figure stated, looking dead in Harvest's eyes, "if you care for the girl, I suggest you look for her, she's broken a bone or two," he added, "and I will not hurt her in any way," the figure added before the corner of its shady lips against volcanic skin rose,

"After all, that is your part to play," it grinned before disappearing in a whisk of a shadow leaving Harvest standing there.

Harvest's eyebrows arched for a second before looking down at his mark, the faint glow of it was bright red, burning lowly then at maximum like a stop sign.

He looked in the direction he had left the girl in, cursing under his breath.

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Now Harvest... Pookie, What is all this?🥹

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