Vampires Realm Prophecy 01 - Child of Light

will be forgiven if you come back to us now. It will be as if none of this had happened.”
    Lucya’s words were honey in his ears, sticky and poisonous. He closed his eyes, not wanting to consider what she was offering to him but finding himself considering it anyway. He clenched his fists. Lucya didn’t want him. She had left him over two hundred years ago for a Vehemens.
    He looked at her. She was swaying on the spot, her hips moving enticingly and her hands coursing up and down her body in an attempt to make sure that he noticed her fully.
    Thunder echoed overhead.
    “Come, Valentine, my love, my passionate child, my darkest lover. Come back to me.” Lucya held her hands out again, her expression pleading him to do as she was asking.
    He swallowed hard, listening to the sound of his own ragged breathing and the thunder in the distance. She was offering him everything he’d wanted since meeting Prophecy. It was his only chance to wipe the slate clean and return to his family, leaving all this madness behind him like he wanted to.
    “Come... all will be forgiven, our dutiful son. Come back to us. Kill the girl.”
    Her words hit him hard in the chest and he recoiled, a frown knitting his brows.
    Kill Prophecy?
    “Never,” he whispered and sensed a change in the atmosphere between them. It grew cold and distant. Lucya drew herself up to her full height and glared at him.
    “So be it. If you will not come back to us, you will die with her, by my hand, child.” She spat the words at him, her eyes dark as midnight as she changed into her vampire guise.
    “I would sooner die with her, than live with a treacherous snake such as yourself.” He let his demon guise come to the forefront, his teeth growing into sharp points and his bones shifting. “Did Kalinor offer you redemption if you lured me back?”
    She looked offended and hissed at him.
    He held his hand out to one side as Prophecy moved forwards and looked across at her.
    “Don’t,” he said.
    Prophecy frowned at him but eased back so she was stood a few feet behind him.
    “Dissention in the ranks.” Indigo shook her head. “You really should take our offer. Your declination offends our family. Kalinor has offered us both to you and you think one little Caelestis is better than us?”
    “Come, Valentine.” Lucya purred at him, her hands luring him to her.
    He raised a brow and straightened up, tilting his head back slightly and looking down on her as he did so.
    “Did your wretch of a Vehemens leave you, Lucya? I knew that he would. I knew in time that you would attempt to secure my feelings again.” He smiled when she looked hurt. “Your power over me faded long ago. Your blood may run through my veins, but it no longer commands me to do your will. I shall not murder Prophecy for you or my family. I will not lay one finger on her to harm her. Your offer of redemption means nothing to me, because you offer it only by pain of Prophecy’s death and that it something I could never live with.”
    When Lucya wrapped her arms about her, a frown settling on her face and a look of hurt showing in her eyes, he could see that his words had hit their mark. She had believed that she still had power over him, that he was still her child to command. Kalinor had probably sent her here because she had promised to bring himself back with her. There was fear in her. He could sense it. If she returned without him, Kalinor would kill her without flinching.
    “My place is here, with Prophecy,” he said and felt Prophecy close behind him.
    He was surprised to find that she wasn’t scared. The power was coming off her in tangible waves, washing through him and making him feel as though it was his own. She wanted to fight. She was ready to spring into action at the slightest command.
    A door opened behind them and a new power echoed on the edge of his senses. Elena had joined them.
    “Leave,” Elena commanded on stopping next to him.
    He gave her a confused look.
    “This is my place. That makes this my fight.”
    He shook his head, unable to fulfil her order. “If we leave and you do not defeat them, Kalinor will know that we have been here. They will get word to him.”
    “Kalinor already knows that you are here.” Lucya smiled, her confidence returning as she ran her eyes over him. “That is why we are here. This was not a chance meeting. We were told of your arrival.”
    “The werewolves,” Prophecy said and his attention was with her. She looked