One Last Enemy (B3)

Chapter 3

"It says here that:
Balance is essential when killing. Killing to many of species at a time can result in death against the reason the species is dying.
For example:
Killing over 200 of angels, demons, werewolves or vampires in a month will result in a year of confinement.
Killing 500 or more of a species in a space of 1-3 months will result in death.
This includes any type of rouge specie and will be dealt with "The Fates" personally", Zach read out loud.

I instantly paled, I had killed thousands of werewolf rouges in a singular month let alone three months.

"How many roughed have you killed?", Zach raises an eyebrow.

"A lot more than you may think", I bite my lip.

"You're screwed", Zach chuckles, jokingly.

I roll my eyes "If I'm screwed you are too".

Realisation slaps him in the face and he manages an "oh".

I laugh, like really laugh, at his worried face. I knew I shouldn't laugh considering we'll probably die but Zach's face was funny.

"I honestly didn't think it mattered that I slaughtered half the rouge population", I composed myself.

"Well apparently it does matter a lot... We should probably leave. I don't know how long it'll take for them to find us but I'm sure they know our fate", Zach grins.

I again laugh and the double meaning. I think I'm going to be a lot happier now that Zach's back.

"We should probably leave.. Where to?", I ask.

"How about we visit Paris?" Zach raises an eyebrow.

"Sounds good to me. We could fly there using our wings but we should also check the clouds for any new supernatural news", I suggest.

"Woah what!? There's supernatural 'news' in clouds?", Zach seems shocked.

"Of course along with any other place humans can't go. I don't often read the news but we might need to know what's happening in Paris before we go", I smile.

Paris is a city of love. I loved Zach and although neither of say it much we both can feel it. The inevitable pulling both us souls together and reuniting us once again.