Hybrid Daughter

Chapter 17: Cyneric

- Amon's POV-

It has been seven years since the night Trinity was stolen from me. Since then, I have been left to dwell in my own chaotic mind.

Things have gotten much darker for me since then, to the point I've considered the idea of giving myself up to the Cryal to either be killed, or contained.

Either outcome would be better than this reality.

Having just returned to my mansion in central Florida, a little off the 9, I finally land in the doorway.

The mansion itself is standing strong despite being forgotten roughly 60 years ago. The building inside and out is littered with graffiti, trash and debris from intruders, or the building's own destruction.

Walking into the mansion, I keep my senses sharp to make sure I am alone, as the mansion is commonly invaded by humans.

Most of the rooms remain untouched, while others have seen better days, and a few have been victimized by my newly-driven outbursts of rage.

The anger and frustration, I center mostly on myself for not bringing her along with me to help that Galileus. I have thought through all the other countless ways I could have avoided this from happening, and I grow to despise myself.

The last time I felt this much frustration toward myself was centuries ago, the last time I had lost a human mate of mine to the dangerous acts of mating. Only a very scarce amount of human females are capable of surviving the mating process, while the chances of surviving birth are a completely different story.

No other female I had fallen for was chosen by my instincts like Trinity was. My brain chose her, and only her to be my eternal partner.

Making my way down to the basement of the mansion, I make my way to my bedroom, one of the doors that I had installed a deadbolt onto.

Wings trembling with exhaustion, I had just returned from the continent humans classify as Australia. There, I had to check on a few pairs of Galileus.

An infant there had fallen ill, I had to fly there to teach the mother and father how to create an herbal-based medication my brother Axel had taught me about long ago.

Entering my bedroom, I lock the door. Turning around, I take in the sight of my personal living space.

Through the years, I had collected things I knew Trinity would love. A black, Gothic styled jewelry box remains on my work table, full of jewelry I had collected.

Feeling through the pockets of my coat, I fetch out a diamond ring embedded with emeralds and sapphires, similar to the color of her eyes.

Walking over to the box, I open it and place the ring inside, a decently sized pile of rare jewelry already collected in the bottom.

Closing and locking the jewelry box, I turn my attention to the wall across from my bed. The wall has a giant gaping entryway into the room right beside mine, the entryway having been made by my own muscle.

Walking through the entryway, my wings nearly drag behind me. The room beyond the entry way is full of countless children's possessions, all perfectly brand new and ready for our child to play with once I get her and Trinity back.

I will never give up hope, she is alive. Once my brother awakens from his 23 year hibernation, and his mate returns from where her sister took her to, we will find her. For now, I will not stop hunting down every Cryal I can get my hands on to collect information from.

The child's bedroom is neatly organized, and the items change to newer toys and belongings that would match my daughter's age right now.

She would be seven, now. Her bookshelves consist of rainbow colors and her bed has a unicorn blanket on it. The shelves are full of children's books that I have been collecting along with other items whenever I run into them. Locking my eyes on the small, plush crow placed upon her bed, I pick it up and dust it off.