*Third Person's P.O.V.*
Marcos is conflicted. He doesn't know what to feel exactly. Yes, he knows how cruel of a king his father is. But still, he is his father. Had it not been for his aunt Aurora's upbringing, Marcos would've been just like him. Nonetheless, now that he's pale and cold in the backseat, with his mother and sister weeping, he doesn't which side of Voughn he'd remember. Another thing that dawned in him is that, he is now the king.
He had always dreamed at the same time dread that day, in fact this day. But it's as tangible as his father's corpse and his emotions are still in a turmoil about it.
They reached Killarney and used the wangzhan there to reach Donegal. As they did, the evidence of a bloody battle welcomed them, along with the disarranged orchard that was created by his sister, Marianne.
"Marcos!" that was his brother Mark.
"Father!" Marianne and Marissa said at the same time as the men placed the dead body of the former king to the ground. It appeared that they were able to defeat their uncles and everyone seemed exhausted from the battle. The girls from the royal family wept, even Marcos and Mark can't help the tears from falling down.
"H-how did that happened?" Mark asked as Marcos ordered some men to arrange a coffin for his father.
"Fire magic. But I didn't do it." Marcos provided.
"Only I can do it. Unless, it's Vienna." Mark said.
"Surprisingly, it isn't her. It's her mate. And she's still in a soulless state."
"How is that possible?"
"I really don't know. I do know, father held her soul, but even as he died, Vienna- I don't know what happened to her."
"We should try calling aunt Aurora."
Marcos agreed at the suggestion of his brother and order everyone, who's still alive, to take a rest, saying they will work on the restoration of the castle tomorrow.
Using his crystal, Marcos along with Mark called Aurora.
*Hello dears. How is everything there?
"Gloomy. We arranged for a casket mourning. How is Vienna?" Marcos asked directly.
*She's alive.
The brothers looked at each other.
*How did that came to be, I still don't know.
"We don't know how to feel about this actually. But I guess that's good that she's alive, is there anything we can do to get her soul back?" Mark asked.
*We are still working on that. I hope we can do something.
"And sooner."
On the other hand, Dark, Devon, Diana, Noah and the other surviving members of the paranormal council gathered together on the main hall.
"Hey." Molly greeted their tired and wounded selves and they greeted her teary eyed ones.
"Molly." Noah said.
News about Voughn's death reached to them quickly and they all breathed out a triumphant sigh.
"What happened to Vienna?" Dark asked.
"Marcos said she's alive and is with aunt Aurora but still unconscious." Molly answered. "You can take the wounded to the infirmary, healer witches are there to tend to them."
"Thank you." Diana said.
"If it's alright, can we go to their whereabouts?" Devon asked and the witch princess agreed.
"I'll send someone to take you there." Molly said.
"I'd like to stay here with the others. Plus, I would like to have a word with the new king." Noah said and they all agreed.
There seem to be a new surge of beginning with this gloomy time for the most powerful kind of paranormal creatures. Some were pleased, some were not so pleased, and the others were neutral. But for those who fought the war and didn't survive, it was an honoring death. Of course they all were warriors, fighting for who and what they're fighting for.
Brooklyn Gibson knew what he was fighting for. But he was dejected by the jeopardizing thing that just happened. Now that he figured something else out though, he ran upstairs to tell the others.
"Guys!" he said as he spotted Cathy and Cassy on the kitchen. A very witchy kitchen, if the young man is to describe it.
"What is it?" Cathy asked, turning her motherly gaze at the hunter witch.
"Vienna is here. Her soul is here." he said directly.
The mother and daughter looked at each other, then looked at him with questioning gazes.
"I- pardon me my dear, I don't quite understand what you're talking about." Cathy said, trying to sound polite.
"She reached out to me. She talked to me. She's right here, right now." Gibson said.
"But how is that possible?" Cassy asked.
"I don't know but you have to believe me." Gibson said, trying to convince them.
"Dear, when a soul is taken by spell, only the one who made that spell, would know where the soul would be. And usually they always make sure to connect it to their blood streams for ransom purposes." Cathy reasoned.
"You're a cop, you'd understand that." Cassy seconded.
"But was it ever known that they could get out of there? Wherever their souls were placed?" Gibson inquired, because that's what pretty much happened to his mate.
"Not that I heard of." Cathy said.
"Are you sure about it though? About Vienna?" Cassy asked, just to make sure her friend was not hallucinating or something.
"Do I look crazy to you?" Gibson retorted. Maybe he might've looked really desperate to get Vienna back, that's why they'd think he's just seeing things. Well, the thing is, he's not at all seeing things, he's hearing them. Would it make his words less reliable?
"No."
"Where's Aurora?"
"She's in her room."
Indeed, Aurora the first born witch princess of the former generation is in her room, calling out to the Moon Goddess amidst the setting of the sun. Down on her knees with her eyes closed, she prayed to her Goddess in front of her special crystal, such crystal passed down from generation to generation only to the first born witch princess.
"Luna ittierro, munta leser. Dulomi ye ramata, yo lele tu ka si. Luna itento." Aurora chanted.
Nothing happened. So she repeated the same chant over and over again, raising her hands in a ceremonial manner.
A sweet scent wafted on her nosetrils and Aurora welcomed it, chanting for the last time before she was sucked into a blissful place.
Nobody believed him. Gibson can only go back to his and Vienna's room until Aurora appears so that they can talk. It's kind of hard to explain everything to the others anyway, so he decided to just wait. It surely won't hurt.
"Hey." there goes her voice again. He knows he's clearly not hallucinating, he can feel it, he can feel her.
"I'm sorry they won't believe me." he said.
"There's nothing to apologize, I truly understand their doubt." she answered.
"I wish I could talk to Aurora, maybe she'd make sense to everything that's been happening." Gibson said.
"Of course. Until then, don't stress yourself too much."
He can only smile at her caring tone. It's rare to hear such tone from her, she's always on the planning and reasoning edge, although concern was the cause of every single mission she begins.
"Baby can I kiss you?" he asked out of nowhere.
He heard a light chuckle. "You can't kiss the wind." Vienna had answered.
"Perhaps if I kissed you, your unconscious body I mean, you'd be sucked back in by the intensity of my love." he boyishly said. It's cheesy and Vienna can only laugh at that.
"What do you think of me, sleeping beauty?" she counted his cheesy suggestion. Still invisible to him. If somebody was to enter, the hunter witch would be deemed insane. But who cares?
"Well, you are Aurora's successor." Gibson chuckled.
"If I can, I would really smack your head right now." there goes that tone of her voice that he missed.
"Try me." the hunter witch challenged. Then he bent down and planted a chaste kiss on his mate's lips. Well, it was meant to be chaste and quick but the sparks just pulled Gibson on taking more.
Vienna as a spirit was torn between being flattered and horrified at the sight beforehand. Her physical body being passionately kissed by such a handsome young witch whose heart had captured hers, on a bed. Oh my gosh! She can feel the sparks even if she's one with the wind and that must be something to behold.
She saw how her lover had deepened the kiss and she just had to close her eyes at such a mature scene. Like wtf! The hell is she watching that!
The temperature in the room rose to a whole new level and the sparks that the lovers felt burned brighter and became more electrical. It became tangible, even for Vienna. Soft yet firm lips were attacking hers, warm calloused hands roaming around her body and a rock hard chest connected with hers. Their bodies moved in sync and the intensity of the kiss just made the both of them gasp for air.
Their eyes met and Vienna was shocked to have been teleported to the bed and underneath Gibson. The hunter witch was equally shocked to see his mate's eyes open and to see her react to his touch.
"Vienna..." he whispered.
"Gibson..." Vienna tried to move her hands, raising it up to cup his cheeks. Had they not been in a very intimate position, he would've called the others to tell the news but right now, he rather not say anything.
He connected their lips again and this time Vienna is more responsive. He snaked his hands inside her shirt and felt her soft breasts.
"Brook" she gasped as his lips traveled down to her neck and nibbled the spot where he marked her.
"Baby please." he said, looking her in the eye and asking for her permission to relieve all the knots that has been tied down to the both of them. Vienna, being lost in the moment just pulled him down to another ferocious kiss.
They kissed and touched. Oh and they went as far as actually connecting in the most intimate way and baby it was awesome.
"Almost there baby ohhh~" Vienna moaned at the fascinating feeling of being penetrated in the way that Gibson did.
"Right with you babe, ugh"
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