Prophecy Of Doom
Chapter 40:

Back at the cave

Ryan: “What were you doing out there, Lucia?”

Lucia “N-nothing. I was just outside, clearing my head.”

Ryan: “So you’re telling me you weren’t having a conversation with Amara? I didn’t expect you to lie and I certainly don’t expect you to talk to your Luna like that. Yes, I heard everything.”

Lucia: “She isn’t our Luna yet. You’re so desperate to give your mother’s position to some random chick, I see.”

Ryan: “Be very careful how you speak about the woman I love and who happens to be my mate. And if you forgot, let me remind you my mother died eighteen years ago, this pack lost their Luna that day. Amara is your Luna now. You’ll show her the same respect you show me and if I see you disrespecting her like you did today ever again I’ll forget who you are to us. You’ll have to deal with the consequences. (later)”

Circe: “So let me get this straight. The Seyah didn’t really tell you how you’re gonna open the gate of that cursed world and how you’re gonna find it in the first place?”

Amara: “He said I’ll figure it out because I’m born to do it and that I’m gonna die.”

Circe: “You didn’t tell Ryan about this?”

Amara: “No. I want you to give this to him when this is all over.”

Circe: “I don’t understand. How can you go into this war knowing you wouldn’t return?”

Amara: “If I don’t finish them now, then who will? Haven’t you been waiting for this moment for a millennium?”

Circe: “Yes, but I never anticipated that you're a scapegoat who has no other purpose than to die and pay for what your ancestors did. You don’t deserve this. Just leave with Ryan and start a new life, I’ll have your back, I’ll always protect you. It’s not like you need protection, to be honest. Just leave, Amara.”

Amara: “You want me to run away like a coward and forget about what they did? What they did to Ryan’s parents? To Luca’s mate and to all those people they slaughtered and kidnapped? Do you want me to forget this and start a life pretending to be happy and at peace when the rest of the world will be set on fire? I can’t. You told me I can’t run away from my fate. I don’t wanna start now.”

Circe: “You have the bravest heart, heiress. Since you’ve already made up your mind, know this, I’ll help you until my last breath.”

Amara: “I appreciate that. (outside the cave). Are you ready?”

Ryan: “As ready as I’ll ever be. I can’t wait for all of this to be over so I can have you all to myself and show you what you mean to me everyday. you’re my everything.”

Amara: “Kiss me.”

Ryan: “I plan to do that for the rest of my life. You don’t have to ask. I love you more than I thought I was capable of. Make sure you come back to me.”

Amara: “I love you. (on the other side of the cave)”

Walter: “I still can’t believe I’m gonna become a dad again.”

Aria: “I know. We’ve waited so long for this miracle to happen.”

Walter: “You have made me a blessed man.”

Aria: “Just promise me you’ll come back to us. You have to.”

Walter: “I will, I promise. (five hours later)”

Amara: “Hey kiddo. Why are you crying?”

Rico: “Because everyone else is crying, angel. Is something about to happen? Why is my dad leaving? Why are you leaving? Why is everyone leaving?”

Amara: “Come here. We’re leaving so that we could make a better world for you and your brother or sister to grow up in. I promise your dad and everyone will come back to you. Don’t worry, just take care of your mother until everyone gets back, okay?”

Rico: “Yeah, I’ll protect mama.”

Amara: “My bravest boy. (in the cave everyone saying goodbye and crying)”

In Amara’s head: Life and death. Two eternal lovers and two faces of the same coin. They never leave each other’s side even when dealing with immortal beings like us. Whoever thinks he can escape death is a fool. Death never leaves your side since the day you’re born. It’s a never-changing eternal truth. As I stand here, people embracing the people they love, their faces are etched with a mixture of determination and longing, an intricate tapestry of emotions only a warrior’s heart could bear. Each one has a story, a life that’s interconnected with the threads of family, love, and honor. I have admiration for the strength that courses through their veins of those who are about to depart. It’s a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of duty and the price that must be paid for peace. As the warriors gathered their loved ones around them, tears glistened in the corner of their eyes that held both love and fear. A symphony of whispered words, tender embraces, and silent promises filled the air. I felt the weight of each farewell into my soul. I can’t help but question the harsh duality of life. How could the heart endure such separations? How could love and longing coexist with the unyielding reality of war? As the warriors bid farewell to their families, I sent the bittersweet taste of pride and anguish, mingling on the tongues of those left behind. I pondered the fragility of life, ephemeral nature of coexistence, and the uncertain destiny that awaited those who are gonna face the perils of the battlefield. My mind, I harbored a fervent wish that they’re sacrifices wouldn’t be in vain, that their steps on the path of war would eventually lead to a world where peace regained Supreme. Life and death were bound together, and separable companions when our mortal journey. I understand the paradoxical dance they perform, intertwined in a ceaseless embrace. I couldn’t help but hope life would prevail, the fragile hearts left behind would find solace, and that the echoes of their love would guide the warriors through the dark realms of war and the depths of my being. I carried the weight of their goodbyes. I knew in their absence, their loved ones would find strength, drawing upon the memories and connections that bound them. As I closed my eyes, I whispered a prayer to the fickle wins a fate, hoping they would bring my warriors back safely. Allowing them to return to the embrace of those who awaited their triumphant homecoming. If there’s some higher power up there somewhere, watching us, help us. Help me defeat our enemy. And we left. With nothing but courage and faith in our hearts and as anticipated…The Legion was out of their hell home waiting for us to come.

Kage: “Diavolo. You must be the heiress. As you can see we’re here to welcome you. Have a look behind me, do you know what these weapons can do? Let me give you a hint, it’s lethal to all vampires and werewolves. Some of them are laced with silver nitrate bullets but we have new weapons too. Bullets that are filled with irradiated fluid that emits ultraviolet light and that makes it fatal to vampires. You’re a naive girl if you think you can take us down…The Legion. We’ve been here since the beginning. Many have tried to erase us but no one succeeded and no one will. Is it fear I’m smelling off your people, Diavolo? They should be afraid. Their death is staring at the faces mocking them. Why the fuck are you grinning like that, you pathetic bitch? I’ll wipe that smile off your face by the time I’m done with your people.”

Amara: “Karl…activate self-destruction mode.”

In Amara’s head: Wait…first, let’s go back and see what actually happened. (two and half months ago Amara’s room)

Circe: “Where are you going? Don’t tell me you’re going to The Legion territory again. You’re not ready yet, Amara.”

Amara: “I’m not fucking stupid and no I’m not gonna attack when I know I’m not ready. I’m gonna do what I can and am capable of. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I have one question though…how do Darien and other vampires walk in daylight?”

Circe: “Because of an enchanted tattoo. Witches were forced to help them defeat their lethal enemy from the beginning. Sunlight. Those tattoos are enchanted by powerful spells that provide them a shield against sunlight.”

Amara: “What are the other lethal weapons to kill a vampire?”

Circe: “Daggers…specially made of silver oak trees can kill an ancient vampire.”

Amara: “And where would I find that beautiful tree?”

Circe: “The vampires have already destroyed all the known Silver Oak trees.”

Amara: “But?”

Circe: “But there are still a few left that they don’t know about.”

Amara: “That’s what I wanted to hear. (two days later Nikolaos’ home living room)”

Maria: “Oh…AMARA!! Sweetheart, I can’t believe you’re back.”

Nikolaos: “Where were you, child? I looked everywhere for you. Last you were seen was in Columbia then you vanished. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when all those things happened. (later that night)”

Amara: “What did you hear about Drako?”

Nikolaos: “That he was attacked by some goons.”

Amara: “He was killed by the members of The Legion.”

Nikolaos: “Craven.”

Amara: “So you do know everything? I’m the only one who is living in the shadow and Damon paid for my foolishness.”

Nikolaos: “Don’t blame yourself for his death. Blame those who have killed his parents and your parents. They’re the ones who took your brother from you.”

Amara: “They will pay. I want you to do something for me, uncle.”

Nikolaos: “Anything.”

Amara: “I want you to become the sole owner of Damon’s business and company.”

Nikolaos: “What? Do you know after Damon you’ll inherit his shares and even my legatee is you. This is all yours.”

Amara: “But you have to take over. You’ll become the sole owner of everything Damon ever acquired and owned. On papers at least. People should believe you betrayed Damon and you always had eyes on his shares.”

Nikolaos: “Why?”

Amara: “So the enemy could trust you and walk into the trap I’m gonna set for them.”

Nikolaos: “I’m listening.”

Amara: “You know about those weapons, silver nitrate ones? And that they were other designs and formulas for another kind of weapon that Damon refused to create.”

Nikolaos: “Yes.”

Amara: “It wasn’t Damon who came up with the formula and design.”

Nikolaos: “It was you.”

Amara: “How did you figure it out?”

Nikolaos: “The authority's was on our back for too long, they wanted that weapon badly and we tried many times but failed and we had no intention of giving those weapons to those people who just wanted to use it against innocent beings. They didn’t wanna use it against the ones who were harming humans, instead they wanted to kill all of them. They wanted to perish them all and then you came and all of a sudden Damon was making a deal with them so I put the pieces together.”

Amara: “I decided to help him after knowing the reason why he was trying so hard to come up with these weapons. The Authority had threatened him and my safety, that’s why. So I helped him and now it’s time for me to make those weapons again. A weapon lethal to both vampires and werewolves.”

Nikolaos “Are you really gonna make such weapons? I know you won’t cause it I know you won’t because it can be used for mass destruction. You’re just gonna set a trap, the weapons won’t kill anyone, right?”

Amara: “I said I’m gonna make those weapons and it'll be able to kill both breed.”

Nikolaos: “Why would you do that?”

Amara: “So you could go to The Legion and strike a deal. Sell those weapons to them.”

Nikolaos: “Are you really gonna give such lethal weapons to those monsters? They’ll become invincible.”

Amara: “I’ll make them believe they’re invincible but in reality those weapons won’t harm anyone but them. Those weapons will be a ticking bomb and the control will be in my hand.”

Nikolaos: “I’m impressed would be an understatement. What do you want me to do?”

Amara: “Call the press conference and declare you’ve become the sole owner of The Dynamics. I’ll start working on the weapons.”

Nikolaos: “How many men do you need?”

Amara: “I need to get a shipment ready as soon as possible. Give me the most loyal and efficient workers and tell them they’ll have to work for days without going home. they’ll get a raise of course.”

Nikolaos: “What if they betray us later and jeopardize your plan?”

Amara: “They won’t. Because they won’t remember a thing, I’ll make sure of it.”

Nikolaos: “You’re saying as if you’re gonna hypnotize them or something.”

Amara: “Exactly. And get a few men to spread some rumors about these weapons on the black market. The sooner The Legion hears about those weapons, the better.”

Nikolaos: “On it.”

Amara: “Uncle…remember, you have to give an award-winning performance. Everyone should believe you betrayed Damon.”

Nikolaos: “Don’t worry kid, everyone will call me a greedy asshole after this press conference. (present time explosion)”

In Amara’s head: Everyone’s hearts pounded in rhythm with the surrounding chaos. The world seems to hold its breath, bracing itself for the cataclysm that unfolded. Defending blast that rippled through the land, shaking the very foundation of this cursed territory. Where The Legion’s army was standing, now lays ashes. They didn’t have a second to comprehend what was about to happen. Multiple blasts happen at the same time all around The Legion’s castle reverberating through the air. A symphony of destruction that mingled with the horrified screams of those caught in its path through the land.

Amara: “Circe…Gabriele, NOW! (in the tunnel)”

In Circe’s head: We heard a massive explosion? What happened?

Amara’s Mindlink: “Why don’t you come out of the tunnel and find out?“

Gabriele’s Mindlink: “We’re here, outside the castle.”

Ryan’s Mindlink: “We’re almost there. (Circe and everyone outside the castle - inside the castle everyone fighting)”

In Axton’s head: How the fuck did they all become so strong?

Amara: “Oh how much I wanna kill you, Axton but, you’re not mine to kill. You’re his…”

Ryan: “This is for my parents! Don’t worry, you wouldn’t be alone too long down there. We’ll send all your brothers soon to join you in hell. (Ryan shifts into his wolf - Craven’s main castle area everyone is in wolf form)”

Brandt: “It’s not a tough choice, heiress. Surrender or I’ll kill your parents.”

Ryan’s Mindlink: “What do you wanna do, love?!”

Amara: “Don’t bother…(Amara kills them herself)”

Amara’s Mindlink: “Diavolo, I’m going after Craven. Everyone, release all of the prisoners. (later on somewhere in the castle)”

Alpha Sebastian: “Holy shit.”

Ryan: “Go find your mate.”

Luca: “Yes alpha.”

Ryan: “Let’s get to work. We have to hurry. Don’t be afraid, we’re here to save you, follow me. (in the dungeon)”

Craven: “Ah…heiress. You bear no resemblance to your parents. Your mother had golden hair as she was an elf descendant and your father…a pathetic mortal. I don’t remember much about him but you don’t look like him either. But it’s been so long since I last saw them. I mean, I did enjoy killing them. I still remember how they begged for mercy. (Craven laughs). It’s all your fault, heiress. You’re an abomination who shouldn’t have been born, yet here we are. I wish I could have a more extended conversation with you but since you’re in a rush to meet your end…allow me to introduce my guests.”

In Amara’s head: I saw multiple figures emerging from the darkness. They looked like humans but there was nothing human about them. They all had black eyes and those eyes were full of darkness and malice, not an ounce of known emotions. Just emptiness that was ready to swallow everything. It’s evident that these people can’t be saved, the creatures that are using their bodies have already eaten their souls. They’re black hair, lips and nails are implying they’ve taken over their host body and mind completely. That malicious evil smile on their face indicates one thing…they’re looking at their prey and they're ready to devour it. I’m their prey. They can’t be killed and they’re powerful. I’m a fool to think I can walk in here and defeat them without having any clue where the door is. My shield won’t be able to protect me for long. The Seyah said I’m born to do this. Maybe I already know where the door is. My mind knew I would break free from the spell when pushed to the extreme level of pain. Pain…that’s it. Pain has always pushed me to the edge and unravels me to be my true self. I lose control when I’m hurt, when I’m in pain. Maybe that’s what I need to do, remove the shield and see what my body can endure. Maybe that’ll open the passages in my mind that’s still locked somehow and I’ll find the answer.

Amara: “I’m not going alone. You all are coming with me.”

In Amara’s head: As pain shot through my body, the force of the blow knocked me to the ground. As I lay there, a tingling sensation spread from the point of impact, radiating outward. It felt as a dormant power within me had awakened. Something strange was happening. My surroundings began to blur as if reality itself was warping. Colors swirled and danced before my eyes, forming an ocean of vibrant hues. As the tingling sensation intensified, the world around me dissolved completely. I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in what appeared to be a vast wrong, stretching out infinitely in all directions. The air was filled with peculiar energy and magic. And before me, lining the walls as far as the eye could see, were an array of ornate doors. Each door was unique, crafted from various materials and adorned with what seems like unknown patterns. They seem to be pulsating with an otherworldly glow, beckoning me closer. There was light coming out from some of the doors. Others had smoke or vines and the sound of splashing waters. There was a unique scent coming from each door, a scent that was unknown yet breathtaking. I can’t get distracted. I’m here to find the door of that cursed world. And as the thought came into my mind some invisible force started pushing me toward a specific direction and as I saw that door I somehow knew this is what I was looking for. Drawn by an irresistible curiosity, I took a step forward, my hand reaching out to touch the door. As my fingers made contact, a creepy feeling coursed through my veins. The door vibrated under my touch, with a soft creek, it swung open, revealing a glimpse of another world beyond. It wasn't something anyone would enjoy looking at. As those creatures went into their world I tried to close the door but something hit me hard and dragged me in. My world shattered with a single blow, a cruel force catapulted me in a chaotic world one of darkness. My senses were assaulted by a deafening silence and an overwhelming rush of adrenaline. Is my body convulsed in response to the impact? My vision was blurred, morphing in a hazy kaleidoscope of colors. Time seemed to stretch in eternity as I found myself hurtling through an abyss, suspended in an endless free fall. The world around me vanished, and was replaced by an infinite expanse of nothingness. There was no ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head. Only in all encompassing void that swallowed me whole. My heart pounded in my chest, its frantic rhythm reverberating through me. Fear gripped me, squeezing at my throat as I realized the gravity of my situation. Was this the end? Was I destined to plummet endlessly through the dark abyss forever lost in its depths. With each passing moment, the speed of my descent seemed to intensify. My body twisted and turned, an insignificant spec at the mercy of an unyielding force. I know my body is still in the mortal realm. But this thought only made me suffocate even more. Panic surged within me, threatening to consume me entirely. Am I dead? Is this what dying feels like?

In Ryan’s head: As I cautiously stepped through the entrance, my heart pounded in my chest. A catastrophe of fear and longing echoing within me. I had been searching for her since I had a sudden strange feeling, the woman who had captured my heart and breathed life into my existence…but nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see. As I entered this filthy dungeon my gaze fell upon her lifeless form. I felt my world crumble around me, suffocating me with anguish. She lays on the cold floor, her delicate figure bathed in an unholy black icky scars snaking across her once flawless skin, twisting and turning in like sinister tendrils. Veins, dark and pulsating, forced beneath her surface, contrasting against her pill confliction. Her beauty, once the radiant, was now marred by this unholy mark. I gathered all my courage and my trembling hands reaching out but hesitating to touch her fragile form.

Ryan: “PLEASE!! Don’t do this to me, love. Amara…open your eyes, NO!! I beg you please, come back to me. Open your eyes.”

In Amara’s head: A scream erupted from him that shook all the people present on that land. His scream carried a weight of grief that seemed to defy the boundaries of human expression. They had never heard such a painful scream, it consumed all their hearts with sorrow, a haunting reminder of despair and loss.

In Ryan’s head: I wanted to believe it was a nightmare, a trick of my mind but the reality was undeniable as the ache in my soul. My gaze traveled over her body, mesmerizing every scar, every corrupted vein. My love, my beacon of light was consumed by something I could feel was beyond evil. The scars and pulsating veins seem to seep into my very being, staining my soul with an indelible darkness. I clinched at my chest, feeling the weight of my heart breaking. It was an egg that transcended physical pain, a torment that threatened to drain me and its depths. Memories flooded my mind, each one a testament of our love, our shared dreams, and promises. I had planned a future together, a world where our love would conquer any obstacle. The very essence of that love was tainted, defiled by this malevolent force the hat claimed her. As tears streamed on my face, I bowed my head, unable to bear the site any longer. I can’t breathe anymore. As if God was satisfied, he had to break me further and claim every broken piece. The overwhelming grief, a more profound agony gnawed at me. The weakening of our unbreakable mate bond. I close my eyes, grasping onto the flickering remnants of that connection. The bond that had once bound us together, a tether of unconditional love and understanding was fraying, threatening to serve completely. It felt as if a part of my essence was slipping away, leaving nothing but emptiness. Tears streamed down my face as I called out to her, my voice pleading.

Ryan: “Come back to me. Please, my love, hear my voice. Fight against this evil.”

In Ryan’s head: My mind reached out, a telepathic beacon in the vast emptiness hoping to penetrate whatever realm she had been consumed by. As I visualized her, the vibrant woman I'd known, her laughter and warmth filling my thoughts. I tried to pour my soul into my call, a resounding cry that echoed across the realms.

Ryan: “Wherever you are, my love, my Amara. I beg you to come back to me. I can’t…I need you. I love you.”

In Ryan’s head: I summoned every ounce of strength, pouring it into my plea, hoping she could hear me, that my words reach her soul but the silence that greeted me was deafening. The void and the mate bond remained, an agonizing emptiness that mocked my longing. Doubt threatened to consume me as I questioned if my voice had reached her at all. If my love had been powerful enough to breach the darkness that held her captive. I refuse to surrender to despair. With a fervor born of undying love, I continue to call out, repeating her name like a sacred mantra. I won’t let our bond fade into oblivion without a fight. I would search every corner of existence, travers realms unknown, just to hold her once more, to feel the warmth of her presence.

Ryan: “Please baby, I need you, come back to me.”

In Ryan’s head: As my voice echoed through the desolate room, a flicker of hope sparked within me. I clung to that fragile flame, igniting it with the unwavering belief that our love was stronger than any darkness.

In Amara’s head: I yearned for the solidity of the ground beneath me, the familiarity of my surroundings and the warmth of human or supernatural connection. In this abyss there's no comfort to be found. There's only the unending descent, a relentless plunge in the unknown. Something tells me it isn’t death, it’s something else. My mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape. I stretched out my hand hoping to grasp onto something, anything that could halt my fall. My fingers meant nothing but empty air, as if the world dissolved into a mere illusion. The realization of my powerlessness overwhelmed me and a sense of recognition seeped in my bones. I closed my eyes, surrounding myself to the abyss knowing my fate was sealed. I continued to fall, a strange calm washed over me. The fear and panic subsided, replaced by a new found acceptance. I embrace the weightlessness, that endless descent becoming a metaphor of my life’s journey. Perhaps in this emptiness, I discover the peace I was looking for. Those creatures are back to their world. The Legion is gone. People are free, what else could I ask for? I let go of my resistance, allowing myself to be enveloped by the abyss. And I was falling even deeper in the unknown in the darkness. I embrace the uncertainty with a faint glimmer of hope. In the darkest of moments, there existed the possibility of transformation and rebirth. As the abyss claimed me my consciousness faded and the world around me vanished entirely. I surrounded myself to the depths prepared to face whatever awaited me at the end of this eternal fall and all of a sudden I fell to a solid surface. But before I could understand what was happening a distant voice emerged from the abyss.

Unknown: “Heiress.”

In Amara’s head: Its resonance reverberated through my core, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a voice that transcended mortal boundaries, carrying with it an eerie blend of malevolence, ancient wisdom and indomitable power…and evilness. The voice began to me, slicing through the darkness like a blade. Its words slithered into my consciousness, intertwining with my thoughts. The voice possessed an allure was both repulsive and irresistible. I hesitated, unsure whether to succumb to its call or defy its sinister grip. The abyss offered no respite, no alternative path to follow. It was as if the voice had become my soul companion in this desolate realm.

Amara: “Who are you?”

In Amara’s head: My voice trembled, barely auditable. The voice responded, resonating with an intensity that shook me to the core.

Unknown: “Your tongue won’t be able to pronounce my name but I am what they call The Evil God.”

In Amara’s head: It hissed, its words laced with a sense of bitter triumph.

Unknown: “If you didn’t figure it out. I’ll tell you. You’re in my world, I pulled you here. It must be confusing for you. You were waiting for death but plans have changed, heiress. Let me start from the beginning. I was banished here by my brothers and sisters. They made sure I didn’t escape because no one could open the door to this world and free me. Until a prophecy came. A prophecy that a powerful being would be born in another world and free her world from the evil that had corrupted it. I had been watching that world since the very beginning and the wise last fae who escaped his God’s wrath had a tiny wish. He knew the reality of that prophecy and he started reading about other worlds and powerful beings that reside there and the forgotten books of his ancestors. And he started summoning those creatures but no one answered except me. He was powerful but not powerful enough to open the door. He was able to make it weak for my creatures to breach into your world with his sacrifices. He thought I was doing this for him but he didn’t know that he was a pawn. I was doing it for myself. For my freedom. You’re the key, heiress. You can walk through different worlds and can open its door and you did it successfully but just opening the door isn’t enough to provide me with my long lost freedom. I need a vessel that wouldn’t let me burn to ashes when I step out of this world. That vessel is you.”

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