Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 79 – Survival Pt. 1

“We must all face our demons sooner or later.“–Matt Abrams

Third Person POV

Anger is an unstable entity immersed in disobedience and resistance. To get the anger under control required near Herculean strength, as it will bend and writhe to continue its destruction of anything and everything it touches. But anger possessed a lust for battle; for if one tries to fight against it, it will push back with weapons of its own. Inside the temple carved of flesh, bone, and blood, an internal battle rages as the combatants fight for dominion within the body. Grunts and yells ricocheted off the surrounding darkness with the scent of sweat thickening the air. Adversaries clothed in opposing colors, black and white, pushed back against one another while two bodies watched from a distance; arms snaked around each other for comfort.

“Why the fuck are you fighting me?!” Lady Sanguine screeched like a banshee, grabbing her silver–clad twin by the arm and chucking her body from her. Kiya landed hard on her back, her lungs momentarily stilling upon the brutal impact. She expelled a pained whimper, clutching her right arm while spitting strands of her hair from her face. Little Halima squeaked a frightful whine, burrowing her face further into Artemis‘ chest like a kitten hiding amongst bigger cats. “Can’t you see I’m doing all of this for you?!”

“No, this needs to stop.” Kiya winced, rising to her feet as she tried her best to ignore the pain. Artemis‘ blue eyes read the emotions on her human’s face and it took a titanium–like willpower to stop herself from Interfering. She knew Kiya had to do this alone. “Jonathan is dead! He can’t hurt us anymore; the vengeance we wanted is done!”

“It will never be enough, Kiya!” Lady Sanguine’s fists shook at her sides as flames of hatred licked behind her luminous rubies. Furious, she stalked toward Kiya like a ravenous predator to their prey, her pointed teeth bared for her to see. “They haven’t suffered enough! Our revenge won’t be done until everyone who has ever hurt you is dead underneath my heels!”

Every yell from Lady Sanguine’s mouth shook the foundation under Kiya’s feet. Her hatred was powerful enough to incinerate the hairs on her arms. Kiya almost couldn’t believe that this woman–no, this manifestation was her, or rather, a part of her. The bond she and her black–clad twin shared pulsated with molten lava seeping into the heart they shared.

Untamed fire upon a scorched earth.

Acid rain killing flora and fauna.

Unhealed rage returning with a nail in its heel and blood dripping from its eyes.

Lady Sanguine was a reoccurring figure through her recovery, not as a tangible being, but as a life–force nestled in the deepest recesses of her mind and soul. She was anger. She was her anger and her hatred. Kiya wasn’t fighting against a demon who possessed her; she was fighting against herself.

Her biggest challenge laid within her until Osiris brought her out and gave her a living form.

Sweat rolled down the back of her neck once Lady Sanguine was but a couple of inches from her body, eyes locked into one another in an unbreakable trance. How can Kiya reason with herself to stop the pointless bloodshed? “We aren’t judge, jury, and executioner, Sanguine. We have no authority to decide who lives and

who dies!”

“And we should leave that decision up to fate? To your damn goddess?! Fate never favored us, and it won’t

start now!” The irate woman grabbed the collar of Kiya’s shirt and pulled her closer toward her to where their noses brushed against one another, lursh breathing fanning her chin. “Your tender heart weakens your resolve, Kiya. Revenge has no room for weakness and neither do I. I’m simply doing what you couldn’t–taking back the power stolen from you.”

“Through murder?” Kiya’s lips tightened into a scowl, forcing her hands off her shirt. “This isn’t what I wanted at all! Taking back power doesn’t mean killing people.”

Lady Sanguine shrugged her shoulders, smirking. “It does in my book.”

“You made Neron kill his father…”

“Yeah, wasn’t that amazing?” She cackled, clutching her stomach. “The idiot thought he could save you by carrying that burden! Foolish and admirable, I admit. If I had the power to bring Alpha Fuckface back to life, I’d have so much more fun with him. Aren’t you delighted that he’s gone?”

“Yes, I am.” Kiya breathed, flexing her fingers to control the flood of emotions in her. “But, Neron shouldn’t have…what was the point?!”

“An eye for an eye, darling.” She snickered. “And Selene was working too slow to deliver karma, so I sped up the process.”

“This is too much.” Kiya whispered, as felt an incoming headache rearing its ugly head. Lady Sanguine speaks of the thoughts she formerly had. She wanted everyone to suffer how she did–to feel her pain, fear, agony; everything she carried for thirteen years. But, after seeing the damage she caused, she wanted to take it all. back. This couldn’t be the legacy she wanted to leave behind. “Yes, they deserved karma.” Kiya huffed in an unsteady breath. “But, goddamnit, I’m sick of being angry all the time! I’m tired of putting all my energy into hating, fighting, and hurting! Can’t you see how consuming this all is?”

don’t give a shit,

she wouldn’t. Kiya recalled the day she and Neron had their first sparing session. The first time she lost control of her emotions. Hatred scorched and frayed all rationale and sent her into a blinding red rage

torn from her was more of her desire for people to

past several months,

her like a savage wave from the wrathful ocean. “I can scream all I want, Lady Sanguine, but not everyone will listen to me.” A threat to reputation had to be silenced or deceived. Jonathan actively tried to silence her by downplaying the pain he inflicted on her,

many times.

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thing her heart is soft, but it

ripped her wrists from the tedits‘ grans as power flowed through her veins. Selene was absent, but she could feel the son mystici bianching and mapping out her arteries and

the crack mid pulled Nerum into hte nightmare Deja vu wan The only way to describe the scenario played out in front of him. The wound on his back erted rivers of blood, dripping onto the dusted Host under his knees as lus tertilled lines walelud mustion red rupt behind Laly Sanguine’s irises while her cackles bounced off the

knitted together. Tears welled in her eyes. What did it mean to be a good person? Could she still be a good person and celebrate the deaths of her abusers? Does light still

her face again, her eyebrows raised as a sadistic grin

be willing? Face it, Kiya. You wouldn’t have the strength to cast karma down on

says

Lady Sanguine took notice and stifled a

dare call me

the way in your recovery,

touch of flesh. Lady Sanguine shoved Kiya to the ground, where the grapnels bound the woman to the ground by her wrists and torso. The angry woman tutted and shook her head as she circled her twin’s fallen form. “Once again, I must take control of the situation. I’m going to kill

live under the umbrella of vengeance for the rest of her life.

negotiating and start fighting, yet again. But she hoped for the

belly upon Lady Sanguine’s callous declaration. Her wrists, bound to the ground, fought against the vice while the strength that fleeted her in times of desperation flowed back into her body. Paired with its lover adrenaline, it pumped and danced through her arteries and veins,

thing. Her heart is soft, but

a mighty roar, Kiya ripped her wrists from the tendrils‘ grasp as power flowed through her veins. Selene was absent, but she could feel the moon mysticism

“I’ll stop you!”

the scenario played out in front of him. The wound on his back cried rivers of blood, dripping onto the dirtied

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phrase. Different scenarios. Different

death at his ceremony. That phrase he thought he had buried in his head came back at full force, bombarding his senses with more guilt than

going

gapes of the prison doors and walls, substituting the amber glow for unsettling darkness. Neron watched his world fade into a bottomless void, with his palpitating heart as his companion.

contact.

“Kiya-!”

hands on the woman’s arms to yank her crushing hold off him, but she was much stronger than him. Stronger than a dozen alphas combined.

my mercy! Kiya will thank me for getting rid of you. Never again will she hurt from the pain you inflicted

A thunderous crash.

doors groaning and collapsing in a dust–packed heap under excessive

his lungs as pitiful coughs escaped his mouth. His body roared for relief from the impact, but Onyx was also in shock to offer his human healing. All the wolf could feel is an unyielding horror