Nevertheless, that night he wasn't in the mood for it.īut he never intended to hurt her. Not that he would admit that to her or anyone else.
Their heated exchanges could be entertaining and invigorating as hell. Apollymi was usually much more guarded with her emotions.Īs a rule, Savitar didn't mind to rile her. weeks before death has mercy on you!" Apollymi vanished on the spot.īut before she did, Savitar managed to take a glimpse to the tears clouding her eyes.
#DARK HUNTER SAVITAR FULL#
Leave me alone so I can lick my wounds at peace!" exhaustion and irritation sharpened his words.Īpollymi stiffened and her eyes turned full glowing red. "Still don't know what you're doing here. Like a motherfucker, but that wasn't her problem. Your injury is oozing black fluid," she pointed out in patronizing tone, which ticked him off. You have to come to Kalosis where I can touch you." "You need to care of that wound, and I can't heal you in this form. Apollymi was just two steps behind him, with his hand raised in the air, as if she had intentions to touch his bare and mauled back. Savitar whirled around, with his brows drawn together. He had been there, done that, read the book, saw the movie, joined the fandom on tumblr, and got the t-shirt.Īnd he wasn't eager to repeat the experience. If Kessar managed first releasing the Scythian Guard, and then awakening Echidna, the mother of all monsters, it could be the end of everything and everyone. Savitar didn't wanted to think how much worse the situation could get in the next few months, before the prophesied Blood Moon arrived. Several had been injured, including him, while the horde of demons roaming through the city left a hellish mess behind. Not even all the Hellchasers, active and former Dark-Hunters, and the other immortal beings living in New Orleans seemed to be enough to control the situation. It looked like all the children of Echidna, and their extensive progeny, were making a welcome party for mama. Demons and all kinds of evil were showing up since Kessar, the warlord for the Gallu demons, had stolen the Smaragdine Tablet. Savitar knew he wouldn't be able to skip this one. For months, a major bad mojo has being brewing. Savitar was starting to think that the coating on the weapon had some kind of serum, powerful enough to compromise his Chthonian powers. The demon that had wounded him had a blade like he had never seen before. "By the way you're bleeding, I can tell that wound is much worse than you want to admit." "I had worse," he truly had had many times before, just not recently. The Atlantean goddess wasn't exactly known for her sympathy. If he didn't knew better, he could swear he heard concern in her voice. In spite of his effort to heal himself, the wound was still bleeding. He had a deep gash that went all the way down on his back. Savitar got on his feet and walked away from her, ignoring a wave of pain that went through him. And history had proven that there was nobody more dangerous than the Atlantean goddess of destruction and death. Having someone as lethal, and capable to use anything against him, while he was vulnerable unsettled him. Much worse now when he was not at his best. Having her close rattled his mind and senses. One honest mistake from his part had been all it took for their once cordial relationship to turn into a war of hatred. It wasn't needed much to set off her temper, and nobody did it faster than him. Nothing unusual for an encounter between them. She looked at him sourly, red edges appeared in her godly silver eyes as the anger rose inside her. That the Destroyer was there saying pathetic lies raised all the red flags in him. She tolerate him as much as he did her, which was less than nothing. Acheron knew how bad the relationship between Savitar and Apollymi was. Acheron didn't need any messenger to communicate with him, much less use his mother for the job. That was the lamest excuse he ever heard. "Do you really think I'm so stupid to believe that?" He threw her daggers with his eyes as she approached to him. "I'm doing Apostolos a favor," she said in aloof tone. Nobody did that, unless they had a death wish. More when she dared to come to his island without his expressed invitation. Even so, she exuded unmistakable raw power.īut didn't matter if she presented herself in the flesh or in astral projection, she being there annoyed Savitar to the deepest level. "What are you doing here, Apollymi?"Īctually, she wasn't really there, only her holographic image. She had long white-blond wavy hair, and didn't look much older than her mid-twenties. She invaded his private sanctuary, showing complete disregard to the act of war she just made. Savitar saw the most beautiful, lethal, and irritating woman ever born, standing by the bedroom door. He sensed the ethereal presence even before turning the head to his right.
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