Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Broken beings

Chapter 470 – Broken beings

"It’s getting harder to avoid Katy." Sky whispered under his breath, walking through a canopy of trees glowing yellow under the glaring sun above.

A soft breeze whispered past his ears, carrying with it the natural scent of the forest but tainted with something foreign.

Something darker.

Sky’s feet made no sound, left no trace as he moved at a measured pace, trees hugging him on all sides. To anyone watching from outside, Sky looked like a wraith slithering through the real world.

Nothing of him was visible except a wispy, vague white impression of something strange.

"I have improved." He nodded to himself. "I can imagine much more complicated things into reality now."

Yet it was limited to his own body, nowhere near possible with the surrounding reality. Not without activating his domain, at least.

He hissed a sigh, using this alone time before reaching his destination to think over everything that had happened lately.

Beginning with the wrath of Order Draco after Uncle Azad’s ridiculous act, and ending with the fact that the very assault they had prepared against the Heir of Monsters had been abandoned in a single day.

For now.

Each Leader of the Orders had judged it better not to attack such an important and dreadful foe while divided, and with one of them considerably weakened.

Sky found all of it almost laughable. Fate was such a strange thing sometimes.

It pushed you into a corner only to give you a small respite, as if saying: ’We never burden a soul more than it can bear.’

Just two days ago he had been crying his eyes out over a choice he didn’t know how to make: either change his race or run away and lose everything he had worked for.

The little time he had been given to decide had clouded his mind, making him feel like a bird trapped in a cage. Not a gilded one.

’Yet now, thanks to Uncle Azad, everything has shifted.’ He shook his head with both gratitude and sadness.

Grateful for what Azad had done for him, for all of them.

Sad because he was no more. Uncle Azad was...dead.

Sky clenched his jaw, trying his best not to cry again. He must not. Uncle Azad had done everything he could.

It was his turn now.

’Please, Heavens, let me not fail this time.’ He begged, quietly exhausted. ’Let me not disappoint those who believe in me... again.’

And for that, Sky understood he would have to be willing to do what he had been afraid to do. What he had told himself he wasn’t supposed to do.

No more excuses.

At that thought, he finally halted in front of a tree. It looked like every other one around — tall, rugged, black-green — with nothing distinctive about it.

That was before Sky whispered something under his breath.

The tree parted like a door yanked open, revealing a dark passage inside. He stepped in. It closed behind him automatically.

The inside was dark, damp, and smelled of blood and sweat.

Sky immediately found the figure leaning tiredly against the wall, looking back at him with her lone silver eye.

He clicked his fingers. A crimson light burst above, lighting up the small wooden space.

Keisha squinted her eye and groaned at the glare.

"I brought food and drink." Sky said, reaching into his space ring and setting a spread of both in front of the wounded draconic woman.

She made no pretence. She took it all and began to eat like a starved beast. Which she was.

Sky watched quietly, thinking again of Uncle Azad’s gift.

’I truly owe you, Uncle.’

"Who would have thought," Keisha said suddenly, mouth full, "that the famed Sky would help a dragon? Not me."

"Life is made of surprises." He shrugged.

"None can deny that."

"But you will be disappointed if you think I saved you out of the goodness of my heart." Sky narrowed his crimson eyes. "You know that, I hope."

"What do you want from me?" Keisha grinned. Yet something in the woman unsettled him. With all her lively talk and energy, Keisha’s eye showed nothing but deep emptiness.

An emptiness hiding something far worse, something she was desperately trying to veil from him.

But how could she?

Sky was the very embodiment of vengeance. His whole life had been built on the desire for it — towards someone, something — continuously, relentlessly.

So he knew the look in Keisha’s disfigured face. And that was exactly why...

"My hatred for Order Draco is not news to you, I wager."

"You’re quite liked there, actually." She said.

Sky ignored her sarcasm and pressed on. "That hatred, festering inside me for years, has given me this strange ability to feel those who share it."

He moved closer to Keisha, catching a small shudder from her. He didn’t comment on it. He crouched down in front of her and swept aside the remains of the food with one hand.

He locked his eyes into her lone one. Then, slowly, he raised his hand and pressed it gently against the left side of her face — the mangled side, where her left eye was now nothing but an empty hollow of ruined flesh and bone.

Keisha trembled at his touch. Every instinct told her to pull away. But Sky’s hand on her skin strangely eased the dull pain that had been hammering her mind since that night.

Her eye widened. A faint light surfaced in it.

"You hate Order Draco, don’t you?"

She swallowed at the question, hesitated a moment, then nodded, her eye burning. "Yes." She growled. "I hate them. I loathe them. I hate The Fat. I hate Cole. I hate—!"

"Then work with me." Sky cut in, his hand continuing its gentle movement. "Work with me to bring down the Order. You can’t do it alone. And after years of preparing, I know I cannot do it alone either."

Keisha’s breathing picked up. Sky’s hand travelled slowly across her face — touching her lips, her eye, her nose — as though trying to etch her very features into his soul.

And she liked it. The more he did it, the more she wanted him to continue. At that strange feeling, she couldn’t help but smile crookedly.

"You want my mind in your hand, Sky." She said, mirroring him and reaching up to caress his face in return.

What a beautiful and tender skin, she marvelled, caressing more fervently.

"I will need everything of you in my hands to trust you, I am afraid." He said.

"Even my body?"

Sky paused. He bit the inside of his lip.

"Even your body."

"How can you want this wretched face?" She asked, her voice trembling without her permission. "How can you want to own this face, this body, this broken soul — you, Sky, blessed by both looks and talent? I am a monster, Sky! Can you not see me? I am a—!"

"We all are." Sky cut in, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. "We are all monsters, Keisha. And I have come to learn lately that the most dangerous ones are the beautiful ones."

He smiled, his face so achingly beautiful it hurt to look at. "I should be the one asking."

He paused.

"Will you accept me?"

Keisha’s eye shimmered with restrained tears of hatred, her grin savage. "I will accept you if for nothing else than to spit in the face of all of them." She brushed his lips. "I don’t care anymore, Sky. I don’t care. Take me. Take my body, my soul, my mind. Embrace me with your beauty. Be the sky of my broken world."

Her lips drew closer to his, their breathing mingling like coiling snakes.

"And satisfy my vengeance. I want them dead. All those dragons. I will be your blade at their hearts."

"You won’t be a blade." Sky countered. "You will be much more."

Keisha fell silent. Then she smiled and closed her eye.

"And strangely..."

She kissed him. And Sky closed his heart, forgetting both Katy and Eimi, and accepted the kiss of a broken woman...as a broken man himself.

"...I believe you, Sky."

—End of Chapter 470—