Nothing besides what was inside of Seth mattered. It called out for me, even though it wasn't pure. I wanted it. I could taste it already.

I lowered my head and slowly sank my teeth into his throat. He tried to push me off, but I was so much stronger than him. I was a god. Nothing could hurt me.

My teeth broke the skin and I tasted his blood on my tongue. He stopped fighting and moved his head to the side, giving me more space.

Good. He was submitting to what was obviously better than him. He was beneath me. He didn't matter to me.

"Do it. It's okay," he said. His body relaxed under me.

I pulled a couple of centimetres away from his skin, my mouth still open, lips pulled away from my teeth in a snarl.

He was bleeding. I had made him bleed. I stumbled back, furiously wiping my mouth. I had hurt him.

What does it matter? He is beneath you. His duty is to please you.

"No!" I screamed slamming my fist into the mud floor. I laced my fingers behind my head and pressed my forehead against the floor.

No, I couldn't hurt him. It wasn't mine. His soul wasn't mine. My life is yours. That wasn't what he meant. It's all yours. That's not what he meant! Of course, it was.

My hand came down around his ankle and yanked him closer to me. I crawled slowly up to his face again. His gaze locked with mine. Blood trickled down his neck. I looked down at the wound and couldn't figure out if I wanted to continue or stop the bleeding. He grabbed me around my neck, pulling me down and kissed me hard. I was stunned, not kissing him back.

I want to spend eternity with you.

I had said that. Those were my words.
"Come back to me," he said against my lips. "I love you, come back. Please."

I squeezed my eyes shut, but I couldn't fight it. I could feel his soul flowing under me, and the part that was angel was the part I wanted.

Their souls were different since they came directly from Paradise. Pure. Hadn't been affected by anything, hadn't been tainted. Being bound for so long had me forget how strong the hunger actually was. It was pure irony right there.

I could kill gods and angels and everything else, but I would constantly crave it too. Be addicted to it. Incredibly stupid.

I tried to get my breathing under control. I tried to get everything under control.
"Please, I want you back."

That hit me hard in the chest. His lips were resting against mine, and I could feel his breath on me. The smell of shampoo, this weird deodorant and sweat filled my nostrils. The smell of him. It filled me with this nostalgic feeling.

'I want you'. And I wanted him. Not for his soul but for him. I wanted eternity with him. Seth was my everything. Everything. And I was nothing without him.

I pursed my lips. He closed his over mine. It was infuriating. I put my hand on the wound, stopping the blood from leaving his body.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

"It's okay, amor. It's going to be okay," he whispered softly and kissed my cheek, his arms circling around me.

Our moment was utterly ruined when Tobies groaned and sat up. "Did it work?"

"It did," I replied and backed away from Seth. He sat up too and took a deep breath. I squeezed my eyes shut again. "But you need to ward me up. It's too much right now. I can't control it."

"That's why I'm here."

I shot him a look. Yeah, I knew why you were here.

Seth could sense the gods, so there was no need for Tobies to be here, except if something went wrong. Especially if something went wrong with me. I had tried to argue, nothing would go wrong. I was in control. I was not the same as I used to be. But I was. I hadn't changed one bit.

"Let's get out of here," Seth said and opened the door. Sam stepped over the threshold.

"Where to?" Sam asked. No other questions. No "oh lads, you done shagging it up wif each other, took yous a while."

I wasn't sure I was liking this new version of him. Or if I liked it too much.

"Remote. Lots of space, no people," Tobies said not taking his eyes off me.

"I know the place," Seth said.

We arrived at the house late afternoon. I found the key to the front door where I had left it under a small rock on the porch.

The house wasn't all that. It was an okay size. Two stories. Four bedrooms and a small office with a pull-out couch. Kitchen and living room were in the same room, and there was a small toilet. The shower was is in a separate room, across the hall from the toilet.

The paint was falling off, and the rest of the house needed serious maintenance. It was obvious nobody had lived here for a while. But the nearest neighbours were two miles away. This was perfect. And nobody knew about it. How would they ever find my childhood home?

I opened the door and the familiar smell of home hit me. Saga twitched. I pushed nostalgia away for a while and hurried inside. I showed him to my room and wasn't completely sure what to do now. I didn't wanna leave him...

His fists were clenched and his entire body tense. He sat down on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest.

"Get out," Saga said through his clenched teeth.

"Saga..."

He flew off the bed and pushed me up against the wall. He immediately backed off, his hands reaching for me.

"Seth, get out!" He pushed me out of the room and slammed the door. Tobies put his palm against the door and closed his eyes. He opened them again briefly after.

"He's not going anywhere right now."

I only nodded. I could see the ward. It looked kind of like a veil of blue see-through cloth, softly blowing in the wind, even though we were inside.

I went back to the living room with Tobies. Sam was standing by the window, a picture frame in his hands. I knew it was a picture of me and my mom. I was thirteen in it. She had just gotten her diagnosis, but it was my birthday, so she waited till the next day to tell me. She still looked beautiful.

"This is yer mum?" Sam asked and handed me the picture.

I looked down at it and nodded a bit. I had forgotten. Completely forgotten how beautiful she looked before the chemo took her hair and made her lose weight. She had this chestnut brown hair with thick curls in it. I was a lot taller than her, even when I was thirteen.

I had an arm around her shoulders and was kind of leaning up against her looking into the camera. She had her arm around my waist and was smiling brightly. I looked nothing like her, so I could understand why Sam was asking. The only thing we had in common was the eyes and the skin colour.

"Yeah." I almost forgot to reply.

There were so many pictures of me hanging on the walls. My first day of school, me at the river close to the house, me hiking. There were a couple of pictures of other family members, but her getting a child outside of marriage hadn't been very popular in our very catholic family.

They forgave her the last year of her life and tried to become a part of her life again, but she was too sick.

They hadn't forgiven me for being born though. I had next to no contact with them after my mom passed. I lived on my own, my one aunt coming with food once a week. I biked to school and didn't miss a single class. And then I moved away. I hadn't seen any of them since I moved. I was eighteen and pretty much all alone. And then two years later I met Saga. And I wasn't alone anymore.

Coming back here was... Weird.

I put the picture frame back on the coffee table and looked back at Tobies. "Remote enough?"

"For now. I can't hold him forever."

"You won't have to. He just needs to get back in control."

"Mate..." Sam started and looked over at Tobies. "He might not come back from it this time."

"Oh shut up, Sam. He just got his powers back, give him a fucking break."

Both Tobies and Sam just shared worried looks with each other.