Underworld 82_Goddess Of The Underworld

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 “You are not a girl,” Saelira says, her voice now echoing with something vast. “You are a weapon forged in blood. But you were not made for him. You were made to rule.” 

 My magic rises instinctively. I spread my arms, and the storm answers. Light cracks across the sky. My wings unfurl in a re of silver and violet shadow, and the ground splits beneath my bare feet. Power floods my veins like wildfire and rain. Madra throws a bolt of shadow at me without warning.

 I raise a hand. The spell hits my palm and dissolves into petals.

 She grins. “Reflexive transmutation. Not bad.”

 She sends another, this time a wave of iceced with old curses.

 I reach into the magic inside me and pull. The wind spirals forward, bending around me like a cloak, and the curse shatters against it. Then I move. Faster than thought, I’m across the field. I don’t remember deciding to attack, only that the power inside me begged for release. My palm ms into the ground, and the earth answers. A ring of violet fire erupts around Madra, licking at her feet without burning. She raises a brow, unbothered.

 Elemental response, Magical speed. Reaping control without focus. You’re instinctive. Wild.”

 She steps over the fire and holds out her hand.

 “Again.”

 I’m panting now, magic buzzing so loud in my ears I can barely hear the trees. The stones around us are glowing faintly, reacting to my power. Or maybe bracing against it. Madra,pletely untouched and stillposed, tilts her head. “You’ve only scratched the surface.”

 I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. “Scratched is generous.”

 A ripple of movement to my left draws my gaze. Layah is already stepping into the circle,ing to me and then within me.

 ***My turn,” she announces through my voice, taking control of my human form. “You didn’t think I was going to sit out, did you?” 

 Madra watches her like a predator sizing up prey. “You’re not just a hound.” 

 Layah grins. “Hardly.”

 Then she explodes. Magic ripples off her like a detonation, the air thickening, shimmering with heat. Her body shifts fluidly with terrifying grace. Her hound form towers, growingrger andrger in size, made of shadow and fire, with eyes that burn like dying suns. The ground beneath her ckens. Even my mates flinch, instinctively stepping back, Haiden’s mouth hangs open. “That’s not normal.”

 Layah lowers her massive head and releases a low, guttural sound that shudders through my bones. Then her form ripples again, shrinking, folding back into her petite, casually smug self. She tosses her fur around like a flick of hair.

 “You’re a gatekeeper,” Madra says slowly, stepping closer. “That’s what your kind was called before they were hunted out. Not just hellhounds, Guardians of the in–between. Veilwalkers.”

 Layah’s expression flickers, something vulnerable just beneath the pride, “Once upon a time.”

 Saelira nods once. “You’ll have great responsibilities to bear in this war.”

 Layah shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

 Madra turns then to the others. “And you?” she asks the mates. “Do you understand what you’re bound to? This power, this storm, this girl made of magic and grief?”

 “We do,” Noah answers, voice calm, resolute.

 Xavier steps forward. “We’ve bled for her. We’ll bleed again.”

 “Good,” She says. “You’ll need to.”

 She lifts her staff and strikes it against the stone floor. A pulse echoes outward, fading slowly. Then there’s silence. Her gaze sweeps the group, thoughtful and sharp.

 “You’re not ready,” she says bluntly. “But you’re close. Closer than anyone else ever has been.” 

 My heart sinks slightly. “Then we keep training?”

 She nods. “Yes. And we start tonight.”

 She turns to Mum. “She’s raw power. The kind that either saves the world or cracks it in half. She needs control. Precision and anchors.” Her eyes flick to the four mates and Layah. “She has them, but they must learn to wield her as she learns to wield herself.”

 “And the cloaked children?” I ask.

 “Time is short,” Madra replies. “If they’re waking, if the bindings are breaking, then we’re racing against the unraveling of the world as we know

 it.”

 She leans in, close enough I can feel her breath. “You are no longer the key, girl. You are the gate. The moment you open fully… nothing will be the same.”

 “I need to leave for a few hours,” I say once the magic has settled again, my voice cutting through the thick quiet that follows Madra’s evaluation. All heads turn.

 “To the Underworld,” I rify. “There are things I need to take care of. People I need to speak with. It won’t take long. I’ll be back tonight.”

 “You’re sure it can’t wait?” Elira asks carefully.

 I shake my head. “The underworld needs constant attention. I need to make sure everything is as it should be.”

 Mara tilts her head, intrigued. “You hold dominion below?” 

 “I was given it,” I say. “But it feels like I was born from it too.”

 Layah bristles in my mind. “You’re just collecting titles now.

 Haiden grins. “Envy, Goddess of the Underworld, Key to the Veil, Walker Between Worlds, Professional Winged Badass.” 

 Levi smirks. “You forgot “heartbreaker“.” 

 Noah clears his throat. “Don’t forget ‘mine.“”

 Mum gives a faint huff of amusement. “Go then. But be swift. There is much to do here. 

 I nod, already pulling on the magic that calls to me from deep beneath my skin. The Underworld answers like a whisper behind my ribs. My mates gather close, touching me in some way, an elbow to my side, a hand to my back, fingers brushing mine. Xavier murmurs something low to Haiden, and Layah rises from me to walk with us to the portal. With a sigh, the portal opens. It’s like exhaling magic. Darkness curls into form, velvet and dense and humming with echoes. I step forward first, the air warping around me. My mates follow without hesitation. Just before the shadows fully im us, I turn back.

 “I’ll be back soon.”

 Madra nods, watching with something unreadable in her expression. “Go then, daughter of both worlds. The dead wait for no one.”

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