I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 56

Ira’s Pov

“How can Lysandra have such potent powers? Witches have never achieved more than pathetic spells,” King Tiras questions.

He is right, witches have never been that powerful. Their aunt must have been truly enraged by her mate’s betrayal, so much that she committed her entire life to gathering power and great forces in a quest for revenge. Her reasoning is greatly flawed though. King Osmund chose her sister, the deseased mother of the angel kings, over her. Yet all her hate and rage has been focused on her dead sister alone and the angel kings.

How can she not see that it was her mate, King Osmund, who betrayed her first. If I were in his shoes I would have probably done the same. Sometimes, rejection is deserved. No one should have to love someone so wicked. Regardless of how much my ex-mates hurt and betrayed me, I would never do the same to anyone else undeserving in a hunt for revenge.

“Lysandra sought dark powers from the dark angel, Luminis. He has been locked in the Temple Of Shadows for centuries. An old prophecy says that only the blood of the last child of Levitts can free him. I believe that is the reason he helps Lysandra. She must have promised to get him the blood,” Aruin explains.

A wave of shock runs through me, leaving my mind in haze for a long moment. My blood would free the dark angel? Why? I thought commanding beasts and breaking spells is all it can do.

“How did he get trapped in the Temple Of Shadows if he is so powerful?” King Adon questions.

“You don’t know that? Surely your mother cannot have kept that from you as well?” Aruin answers in a confused voice.

Their mother? What does she have to do with knowing how the dark angel was trapped in the temple of shadows? It’s not like she knew him, did she?

“Our mother didn’t live long enough to tell us every fairy tale,” King Tiras says, sounding annoyed.

“Sorry. I was wrong to assume that she had at least told you about your real father,” Aruin replies.

Everyone halts in their tracks. Their real father? King Osmund wasn’t? I think the Sincarion is lost. But that’s not possible. He cannot tell a lie or anything that is untrue.

The angel kings do not seem ready to know more as they stand quiet, gazing at each other with clenched jaws. Some truths are hard for hearts to take in, especially when they involve secrets kept by parents.

Unfortunately for them I am too curious. Who could have been their real father if it wasn’t king Osmund? Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise to find out that they had a different father, after all it has always puzzled me how the werewolf king ended up having powerful angels as sons.

“I wish to know more. What does their real father have to do with Luminis being trapped in the Temple Of Shadows?” I inquire.

Aruin hesitantly gazes at the angel kings, afraid to answer my question without their approval. They can choose to seal their ears until he is done telling. I understand their anxiety, but there are things we need to know.

“I do not think that your kings want that discussion -“

“Go ahead, we don’t mind,” King Ronen shrugs his broad shoulders. I can see it in their eyes that they are tense. Aruin is nervous too.

“It’s just that… we never thought King Osmund wasn’t our father,” King Tiras explains, gazing at me as if in need of my assurance that I believe them.

“Since your father is now gone there is nothing to worry about, your majesties. It’s not like he can disown you,” Linda comforts. She is terrible at consolation, no wonder they glare at her.

“Whether King Osmund was your real father or not he loved you like his real sons. Nothing else matters,” I say.

They nod and even smile as if that is indeed what matters. They are lucky that King Osmund didn’t have other children because otherwise they would be deemed as illegitimate Kings.

“Such sweet words, Ira. Thank you,” King Ronen says in gratitude.

I only uttered them so that they would be fully on bond with Aruin telling us about their real father. Glad it worked.

“Go ahead, tell us what you know,” King Adon tells the Sincarion.

Aruin relaxes and picks up where he left, walking ahead of us. “Luminis was imprisoned in the Temple of Shadows by the white angel, Torin. As you may have heard, they are brothers with opposing characters and visions. Luminis wanted to hunt down every kind and selfless soul as they give power to his brother. Torin fought him and chained his dark soul in the temple of shadows for centuries,” he narrates.

I would be entertained by the story if it were only a fairy tale. Why didn’t it have to be my blood that can free such an an evil being? How will I ever walk anywhere safely? The world is full of lunatics that would want to free such a dark, powerful entity just for spite. Those lunatics will hunt for my blood.

“You have said nothing of our real father,” King Ronen reminds.

“The white angel is your father,” Aruin answers.

The faces of the kings creases with skepticism. That doesn’t seem like a possibility even to me. But again, it’s a Sincarion telling.

“I can verify that I have also heard such a rumour many times,” Thumas chimes in.

“No one asked you. At least we know that the Sincarion is telling the truth. So shut your treacherous mouth,” Lior reprimands. Thumas falls silent again and King Adon gestures at Aruin to proceed. “How exactly is the White Angel our real father?”

“The story I have heard is that your mother desired unique offsprings and knew that King Osmund couldn’t give her any being only an alpha king. She sought a lover more mighter, Torin, the white angel. I do not know if she had King Osmund’s consent, but we all know that he loved you like his own sons,” Aruin replies.

“What are the other options?” King Adon questions. “What happens if we do not make a sacrifice?”

“You will encounter several traps of dark magic just like Aruin said. They will take your powers and even hold your soul captive forever,” Thumas replies.

The Sincarion doesn’t speak in opposition so I assume that the traitor has told the truth.

“We must save Ira’s father no matter the risks involved. The witch won’t keep him alive for long after his blood loses it’s power to control dragons,” Lior says.

“I may not believe in the success of your quest, but if you pay me more I might be willing to accompany you to the Valley Of Good and Bad Counsel. The great seers will advise you on how to defeat your enemies depending on how much you will pay them,” Aruin announces.

I thought that the Valley Of Good And Bad Counsel is just a clever myth. Why is he talking about it like it exists?

“I have heard that the council of seers in the valley charges a great fortune,” Thumas says. “And that they give bad counsel when not satisfied with what one has offered them.”

So everyone out here charges a fortune for their work? I too would be rich if I were to be just as selfish.

“It would be stupid for us to march to witchelms without knowing a perfect way to kill the witch and her coven. I think awarding the coucil a good tribute in exchange for their right advice is better than going blindly,” Aruin counters.

“You mean to say that there is really a council of seers that trades their perfect counsel with gold but lives in a dry valley?” King Adon scoffs.

“I believe the Sincarion. It would be better to meet this council if they can offer us a plan good enough to defeat Lysandra,” King Ronen says.

“I agree. We should head to the mysterious Valley tomorrow,” King Tiras says.

“We have no fortune to offer, your majesties,” Lior reminds.

Aruin goes to the farthest corner of his cabin and topples down what I had earlier thought to be a water pot. A huge bunch of gold and silver coins fall to the ground. I imagine that it is all the fortune he has.

“The seers must not see that you’re the angel kings or they will demand a ton more for a good counsel,” he says.