Nyx, son of the High Lord of Night Rhysand and Feyre Cursebreaker.
Loki Brekker, daughter to none and queen of the thieves.
Who knew robbing the Night Court would lead them to each other?
There is, ultimately, no light without darkness, and no dar...
The court of Nightmares was a place under the mountain where the original Night Court resided. It is a place of monsters and demons and overall evil.
Loki Brekker thrived in such conditions.
She allowed her face to go completely blank, her eyes cold like icy steel. Before the doors of the throne room opened she allowed her power to invade the air.
Keir's POV
Inside the courtroom, where Mor had ensured everyone gathered, time seemed to freeze.
Even Keir, who was usually unshaken by these little visits from Velaris, felt a chill run down his spine.
An unnatural quiet fell over the room as they felt the shift. Faes began to shake in terror as an unfamiliar feeling washed over them, the feeling of death itself approaching. It was as if the reaper was standing behind each of them waiting to end their lives.
They had no idea what was so different.
They assumed the High Lord and Lady were coming for a visit, and as intimidating as that usually was this felt different... darker.
There was no way to truly describe the sinking terror that filled Keir's chest as he heard the unhurried footsteps approaching.
It was slower, more casual. The way they walked was different but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
As the doors opened, the feeling amplified one hundredfold.
They still couldn't see the High Lord or Lady but the power surrounding them forced everyone down onto their knees.
Keir felt the irresistible desire to fall onto his knees. Gravity became so much more insistent the closer the steps got and he found himself kneeling on the hard stone floor.
The sound of loud heartbeats and muffled sobbing was the only thing to distract them from the impending footsteps as the pair finally arrived at the door.
Keir's eyes grew wide as he was able to lift his head enough to see the couple who entered.
On the right stood, not Rhysand, but his mirror copy in the form of Nyx. They shared the same unbothered, arrogance that hid what true monsters lie beneath. His eyes were cold and daring, holding the woman's hand in a protective possessiveness.
Keir shifted his gaze, only to feel his terror magnify.
Next to Nyx stood a woman he had never seen before. She was gorgeous, she had pale blonde hair that looked nearly white and ivory pale skin. She was dressed in all black, even her lips had been painted the color of darkness.
But her eyes were what made breathing truly difficult. They were a sharp silver that cut straight into anything she looked at.
She was cold, emotionless, dark. There was a maliciousness that surrounded her, an evil that sent ice into Keir's veins. There was a casual, yet imposing grace in the way she walked that made her look like she was just barely a part of the physical realm.
She looked like death incarnate.
For the first time in a very long time, Keir found himself utterly terrified. He thought he would think so but he longed for Feyre and Rhysand to be there instead.
He remained on his knees as they continued their unhurried stroll straight to the two thrones at the front of the room.
Nyx remains standing as he led the woman up the few steps to stand on his left, the crown on her head already making it perfectly clear who the walking nightmare was... his mate.
Some struggled to stand under the stifling weight of the couple's power. They helped each other to stand, some of the weaker ones loosed their latter in their fear.
"This magnificent creature, as I'm sure you have guessed, is my mate and your future High Lady... Darling, why don't you introduce yourself." Nyx's voice was arrogant and condescending as he looked out across the crowd.
It was only then that Keir recognized the differences between Rhysand and his son.
Keir had always found Rhysand to be a weak idealistic fool. For as much as Rhys is powerful and barks his empty threats like a dog, he genuinely didn't want to hurt people. There was goodness in Rhysand that no mask could hide. Rhysand was always a threat, but he never looked like he wanted someone to step out of line.
Nyx was not his father.
His smile was sharp and bloodthirsty, his eyes looked almost too excited for someone to give him a reason to rip them apart. He was menacing and smart, the arrogance he had was not unfounded.
They felt it when the couple walked in, there was no threat that even came close to being on their level.
They were arrogant and casual because they knew no matter who walked through those doors, no one stood a chance against them. They came here to show what the future of the Night Court looked like... and it was terrifying.
The woman stepped up and time once again seemed to hold its breath as her cold steel eyes slowly sliced across the crowd.
She didn't speak just looked at them, making the tensions rise.
When she finally did speak, it was like death itself spoke through her, "You all seem a little tense."
Though her raspy voice was completely monotone, they knew she was mocking them. She knew she had her pretty heels on their throats and was ready to crush them.
She looked down her nose at the crowd, almost daring someone to speak up, but no one did, no one could.
"I heard you all were rather cruel to half breeds... I hope the fact that I am a Half breed doesn't bother you too much... You see my mother was a fae of Hybern... You all fought with my father in the last war..."
Of course, she was a halfbreed, but how could an impure being be so utterly horrifying. Keir sneered at himself for his inability to get himself together.
As she continued everything pulled into focus, and their future High Lady just became the biggest threat in the Night Court, "You all know my father well... He is the Death God Briaxis"
A silent pandemonium seemed to break out through the crowd. Some puked onto the floor, some lost control of their bowels, and some collapsed in pure terror.
Keir himself fought nausea creeping up his throat as he continue to avoid eye contact with the demigoddess of death.
It couldn't get any worse. Keir knew the moment Feyre and Rhysand were no long High Lady and Lord, he would lose all sway he had.
He stood no chance against the entities in front of him. There was no kindness to exploit like there was in that filthy court of dreams.
No, these were monsters who would slaughter the first person to challenge them. There was no mercy in those two and that silenced the ever-yapping Keir.
It could not get any worse...
He was wrong of course.
It did get worse.
It got so much worse.
Because Nyx's mate had yet to announce her name.
A name very few good people knew... But this was the court of nightmares... There were no good people here, not anymore.
"My name... is Loki Brekker."
Keir knew then he was fucked.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.