Wicked Wings [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 42 (A): The Showdown

When you begin to live your nightmares, a lot changes about you.

When the dread becomes real, it defines you too.

So this day when you walk through your nightmare, let your soul tug close

Your choices will be define a new day, as you battle the who's who.

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The taste of revenge was inexplicably surreal, something that was irreplaceable and nothing in the world could regulate its never-ending essence, for the one who had waited for so long to witness this day.

And the same on Meredith's face reflected all of it as she looked at the lifeless corpse of Aloysius lying in front of her, reminding of that one fateful night of her mortal life, when she was so close to attaining immortality, but this same man had destroyed all her dreams, by killing her and using her blood to attain a forever, that she believed belonged only to her.

''Rot in hell, Aloysius.''

She muttered to herself, her eyes fixated on the dead body of the person whose immortality she had drained just moments ago.

Seconds passed but she stood silently still, taking her own sweet time to rejoice the moment, the feeling of something she had awaited since decades, and now that she had finally gotten it, she knew she was only one step away from fulfilling her ultimate objective.

She was here to fulfill her unfinished business, achieve her incomplete goal—to attain immortality, and then lead the cult of Avizhas to achieve anything and everything in the arena of dark magic.

She knew her followers were already here in the castle, as invisible forces, and she could also feel the air suggest that there were other witches and warlocks trapped by her followers in here.

She smiled wickedly to herself as she thought of how this was going to be a beautifully dark start to her rebirth on Earth, something she had religiously wanted, praying in and out to the Satan himself when her mortal body had perished, but her soul had still wandered in the purgatory, wandering restlessly to avenge her death and hence, she made sure she communicated with the many followers she once had on her side, who had secretly always betrayed Aloysius, when she was alive.

And today, she was here.

With her wishes, all getting fulfilled one by one.

She smiled with satisfaction and mentally noted that the first contribution she would make to her followers in the Avizhas, who made it possible for her to come back would be letting them harbor endless power, by sacrificial spells, and the first of that chain of sacrifice would consist of the witches and warlocks who were trapped in the castle.

''There's so much work to do.''

She silently uttered to herself and still felt like she needed a little more time to let her physical being that was once again alive to adapt to the new temperature and the ambiance of earth.

But her little rendezvous with her conscience was short-lived, as the next thing she heard made her turn, as Arnav asked out loud,

''WHERE IS KHUSHI?''

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She looked at him without blinking her eyes, while Arnav waited with bated breath for her to answer, when suddenly she flashed him a wide smile, making him all the more perplexed as she said,

''You really love her, don't you?''

Arnav rolled his eyes, his insides aching to bear the sight of the face of this woman who possessed the same face that was so dear to him, but a soul that was so wicked, so dark, that the acts of even hundred sinners could not make up for what she held singlehandedly.