Page 147 of Remnants: Disruption
“He said something about you not yet telling me about ‘the Prophecy,’ I figured he was just being a dickhead.”
“When was this?” Cass asks, still not looking at Azazel.
“Right before I killed him, Beowulf, and twenty-four others for running their mouths.”
“It was you?” Azazel asks, wonderment in their voice.
“Of course it was,” Cass says, not looking away from me. “Who else would have that kind of power?”
Cass’ eyes don’t look normal. They look haunted. She looks haunted. Like something about this Prophecy is far worse than she’s letting on.
“So, the Prophecy?” I ask.
Cass inhales sharply before pushing past Azazel in the doorway and turning down the hall.
“Alright,” I grumble, following behind her.
Thankfully, Cass’ apartment is on its own floor so no one will think it odd that I’m coming out of the God Queen’s room in the early afternoon.
Though I don’t know if Cass actually cares.
The Citadel is busy. There’s movement almost everywhere, but it’s not frenetic. Just a normal, regular afternoon in the cavernous city.
Something about this place feels right, though. I can’t help but wonder what life might look for me down here—with Cass. Being able to see Marla and her family, to exist with a family of my own.
Azazel falls into step beside me with the God Queen ahead of us, splitting the crowd like she’s made of the plague. It’s fascinating to watch the way the people seem to worship her as a legitimate deity.
Except she’s just like the rest of us. Maybe immortal and durable as hell, but still capable of mistakes. She still experiences pain and remorse. Still has anxieties and worries.
And she hasn’t been able to share them with anyone—until now. It’s a devastating thought, but a privilege I won’t squander. Not on my life.
Cass turns down a passage I hadn’t noticed in the weeks I’d been here. Granted, I’ve been unconscious for some of them, but this area down below the basin is outside my normal routine.
Azazel pauses before we reach a large reflective ovoid structure at the farthest end of the long path.
“I do not know what you two are doing, but—” Azazel lets out a short puff of air. “Are you okay?”
I turn to face them, confusion obviously written all over my face. “Should I not be okay?”
“All I know is that she values you over any other. I do not know why, and I do not know when it began. I only know that Bloody Mary has never let someone into her chambers, much less talk to her the way you do.”
I flash them a quick grin before nodding to where Cass is studying the ovoid structure. Or maybe she’s zoning out again.
“I get why the people here worship her. I only hope that I can live up to whatever expectations she has for me.”
Azazel nods once before waving a gloved hand forward.
Cass turns to face us as we approach, eyes hard with stress or anger. It’s tough to tell with the way this side of her is.
“What a fun coincidence,” a voice says, explaining Cass’ expression in a heartbeat.
I turn to see Gareth von Kemp and Varun strolling towards us. The former wears a stupid grin on his face and the latter looks like there’s no one home.
“Bast and Morgana are already inside,” Cass says, tone definitively authoritarian. “Let us not make them wait any longer.”
Gareth turns to me, and I see the flash of confusion that quickly turns to annoyance.
Cass places her palm on the ovoid structure that sort of looks like a large metallic bean. It shudders and ripples like the surface of a lake before an entire doorway opens within it.
