Chapter-92. The Obsidian Throne

[Asher]

I stripped off my blood-soaked coat and shirt, letting them drop to the floor. My footsteps echoed against the dead crystal walls, which shimmered back to life as I stepped into the throne room.

At the other end of the room, right across the entrance, loomed the heart of the Prime Infernal Pack - the Obsidian Throne. A seat coveted by many who thought themselves worthy. Now they all lie beneath it, buried in the towering dais of rattling skulls and bones of their own kind.

As I approached, centuries-old shadows hovering above the throne stirred and began whispering in a lost tongue.

The crimson marble aisle leading to the throne pulsed with life, absorbing the blood that dripped down my body. Red veins in the stone glowed like molten lava surging through cracks, illuminating the path as I walked.

Dark gray statues of demon wolves flanked the crimson aisle, their stone eyes ever-watchful. Beyond them, faceless hooded guardians lurked in the shadows, clutching ancient weapons in their praying hands. I stopped midway, peering at the throne.

"When you told me to veil Xanthea, I didn't understand what you wanted to do..." Nesryn's voice resonated in the room as she stepped in. "But now I do. People fear the unknown, the hidden. You wanted the council to fear her." She stood beside me, contemplating.

"Everyone is curious about her. They aren't asking why a mortal omega was chosen as a Luna candidate; they're asking, who is this woman? She can't just be an omega. There has to be more to her. They are in awe and misery. But it wasn't just the veil, it was 'her.' Seeing her walk was like entering a trance."

Nesryn's voice was charged with excitement and intrigue. Her heart was pounding lightly.

"You didn't ask me to befriend her just to keep her from feeling lonely in this foreign land, did you? Who is Xanthea, Asher?"

Nesryn waited for my answer, and when I didn't reply, she continued.

"Meeting her... wasn't a coincidence, was it? Is she... the one you've been searching for... so long?"

I looked at Nesryn. Her words lingered, filling the silence between us. She was getting closer to the truth, and that could be dangerous. But I didn't bother dismissing her.

Her eyes widened slightly, her mouth agape as though she had finally realized something. Averting her eyes to the throne, she licked her lips.

"So she is the one," Nesryn mumbled. "No wonder."

"She has grown quite fond of you," I said.

"I don't think so," Nesryn smiled faintly. "Sometimes she reminds me of you - a softer version, of course. You see people as pawns in your game of chess, while she views them as emotional resources for survival. The two of you aren't so different, after all."

"Is that so?" I said, drawing in a deep breath.

"The way she used me to get those kids out of Helxton and deal with Cedric at the same time," Nesryn chuckled. "I only figured out her manipulation once we reached the council."

"The children," I said calmly. "How are they doing?"

"Trying everything they can to remain hidden from us," Nesryn said, smiling as she shook her head. "By the way, why did you allow those kids in the castle? Is it because you wanted to help Xanthea help them?" "There's nothing Xanthea can do to help those kids," I said.

"So... why?"

"Because that's what she wanted to do. Like I have said before, we'll try not to interfere with her karma as much as we can."

"Well," Nesryn sighed. "Can't expect a straight answer from you."

"How is the High lady doing?" I asked.

"Much better than before. She was getting bored in the hospital. After some tests, Raven allowed her treatment to continue from the castle. She returned to the castle this morning."

"Ok. Any leads on

I'm trying

no lead

That woman is nowhere. Like she never existed before becoming Freya

Xanthea's mother. Even the investigations

I'm trying. Please... just give me more time," she looked at me, panicking as though I gave her a death

will not affect your business in any manner, or my investments. I want you to concentrate on finding

the underworld without losing their celestial wolf spirits. So how is this

should be

allowed me to communicate with every single soul in my pack. The omniscient sight helped me monitor

do nothing to evade it. So, it was important for me to catch

still there?" Nesryn

for a

To have a clear sight so you could find the face that was missing in your omniscient

missing, nor do I see any extra face," I

"What?" Nesryn tensed up.

thought things through," I said. "And that is why

was the

said, and Nesryn's face slowly turned impassive, finally understanding the gravity

she blinked fast,

it be linked to... Xanthea?" Nesryn

direct link yet, but there's

hell is strong enough to hide from your

tricky bastards, trying to invade our realm." Nesryn turned around and looked at Draknor. "You think a celestial created the

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celestial disguised as an infernal. There was no suspicious entry into our pack recently, so I am pretty sure your mouse has been hiding among us for a long time,"

room thickened to the point I could hear the slightest rustle in

celestials more restless in recent years. We caught six celestials trying to enter our pack in the past three days. Any idea what it could be?"

isn't confirmed, so I didn't present it before the committee," Nesryn said, skimming her eyes from

"A weapon?" Draknor whispered.

fear we possess a weapon that

closer to the

paranoid angels are sick in

is, the Celestials are here, and not for friendly reasons. We need to find them before

upfront. I have a feeling that they are going to

have officially joined hands with mortals," Draknor said and I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Details,"

barrier around the Virgo palace, guarded at

"No wonder I had no updates from my

They can't be helping the mortals for free. If the celestials were so

this

even enter the

the throne. Taking the form of the rampaging wave as they dominated the room. The gravity of

provide solutions, and if

and body, restraining every resistance from him as they tightened around his neck to rip his head right off his

That's when Nesryn dashed in between Draknor and me,

her breaths heavy, but cautious. "We'll

shut my eyes and let out a sigh. The shadows withdrew at once behind

his neck together. Sprays of blood streamed down the gaps of his trembling hands. His split arteries and

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