Dark Souls

The Rise Of King

"Power is only power. It's not good or bad. Only the way we use it is good or bad."- Diana Meade, The Secret Circle 

Cole couldn't seem to come up with a good answer. 

His brain was a see-saw, of yes or no. 

He knew the pros, power, stability, the ability to rule and make his mate happy. They'd be accepted in a place where they could make things better. 

But Cole also knew the cons. 

If something went wrong. 

Tragically wrong he wouldn't be able to do s**t without  Amaya. He knew she wasn't 100% either and while she was still weighing on her options he weighed on his. 

Cole tried to speak to his ancestors on his mother's side. When he had demanded answers on why his mother had kept the lie of being raped going, he wasn't consoled much on his mother's actions. 

Or at all. 

It was more of a "suck it up buttercup worse s**t has happened" kind of talk. 

And now they fail in pointing him in the right direction. They told him they couldn't lead him on this decision and he had to make it himself. 

Cole desperately wanted to kill someone out of frustration. But since he was in the ancestral plane, he was surrounded by only dead people. 

Sitting in the forest cross-legged, Cole looked up into the large trees. The sky was a dark grey, but he knew it wouldn't rain. Sombre always just seemed to be covered in grey thick clouds like it was. The mystical forest seemed to become foggy as Cole tried to clear his mind, he tried to see into his future. But all he received was confusing flashes running together too quickly. 

Standing Cole, turned slowly and looked at a man standing in front of him. "Can I help you?" The man in front of Cole was handsome. A 6'5, African-American man, bald with tattoos, and a Mr. Clean build. 

He smiled, his wife teeth blinding in such dim lighting. "I'm sorry to disturb you...I was just trying to get directions." Cole stepped to the left and the arrow meant for his back flew into the man's arm. Turning Cole looked at the white man glaring at him, Cole simply waved his hand and the man dropped dead. 

Tears of blood rolling down his cheeks. 

 "Well then, since that didn't work let's try this again." Facing the man as he pulled the arrow out of his arm, Cole asked, "Can I help you?" The man grunted as the threw the arrow down and gritted out, "You're an abomination! Your demon spawn must not be born! It has been seen!" 

Cole c****d an eyebrow, "By who? Who is going around telling people my future children will be the antichrist? Give me a name and I'll rip out their tongues." The man spat on the ground, "No!" 

Cole blew on his fingers rubbing them together. The man fell to his knees in front of him hollering in pain as Cole walked around him. 

"You will tell me their name, or I will pull out my box of fun and we can do s**t like this for the next couple hours." 

The man tried to hold firm, but a couple more seconds under Cole's green eyes had him breaking. "Kyle Summer!" 

Cole hummed, "Interesting." He knew of the demon mentioned But he didn't think the punk would send a bunch of mortals to try and kill him. 

Cole looked down at the ball man and smiled, "Well thank you for that, you enjoy your slumber." Cole then placed his hand on the man's head. Watching the man fall out, he knew if something in the woods didn't get to him, the so-called assassin would lose ten years of his life in deep sleep that no one would be able to explain.

Walking out of the woods, Cole went to Amaya's house and found her throwing two men through a portal. To where, he was sure he didn't want to know.  

"I see our new friends have payed you a visit as well." Amaya stood and faced her mate looking sleepy, "Yes, and they woke me from my nap. Btw, who is this Kyle tool and where is his face? I wish to f**k it up with a steleto." 

Cole kissed his woman gently and whispered, "I will handle it luv," 

And that night when Cole and Amaya went to the pit, it seemed to be unavoidable he do. Kyle stood waiting, mockingly speaking on Cole's name. Telling everyone who would listen he had killed the so called Hybrid Demon Prince rising. 

Cole kissed his woman who went to the bar and got a drink. 

Cole coughed and slammed his scythe down on the ground. The rumble it caused through the pit silenced all noise. Kyle stood and cockily sneered, "Oh so you're still alive are ya?" Cole looked the blonde aussie over and commented, "Didn't I kill you already?" Kyle's face turned dark as he sneered, "No, you murdered my brother in cold blood." 

Cole exhaled, "Oh right! He was about as annoying as you are." Kyle snarled, his fangs poking form his gums, "He was a good man! You killed him for nothing! Now I kill you, take your thrown, and your b***h for myself." 

Looking Amaya over he grinned nastily, "I can assure you I will make good use of them all." 

Cole held up his scythe, "I can assure you, you will be seeing your brother in a few moments." 

The two men then began to fight.

Cole's blade sliced through the air as he swung on Kyle. The cocky bastard danced back like he was in a musical. He threw weak spells at Cole who threw up a shield in a blink of an eye. 

When Cole threw a whip o' 9 tail spell  everyone watched Kyle's skin break out into millions of little cuts. Kyle groaned as his skin was ripped open and charged Cole again. Their power vibrated the pit as Cole grew angrier at this tool's plight. 

Kyle was running out of juice but he was relentless. He didn't want to die, he wanted to avenge his brother. 

Claim the thrown and the woman of the man who killed him. 

And live his days in bliss. 

But Cole suddenly snapped. 

Kicking Kyle in the rib cage so hard it broke, Cole put the bastrard to his knees as he roared, "No one is getting my thrown, and NO ONE  is taking my queen from me." The room went silent as Kyle's head rolled on the floor. 

Cole stood in the middle of the pit. His face getting soaked with Kyle's blood as it shot from his body like a fountain. Looking to his mate, Cole smiled seeing Amaya looking at him with a sexy lusty look. 

Ambrose appeared beside her and both watched as demons bowed to Cole, recongizing him as their king.