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make my decision, so bracing my shoulders, I give her a tight nod. She gives me one last look of reassurance, before rushing at me, and slamming right into my body and causing me to gasp.

“Alright Melissa, it’s time to stop these sick bastards. Now I want you to pay close attention to what I do and what you feel when I’m doing it, that way you will be able to understand your own magic a little better.”

It’s such a strange feeling to hear my own voice speaking to me, and as my body begins to move without my command, I can’t help but feel disorientated. This isn’t exactly how I expected being possessed to feel, but as I get used to the feeling, I realise it’s not too bad.

I don’t know if that’s because Priscilla has experience with this type of shit or not, but I’m at least thankful that I can see exactly what she’s doing with my body. On top of that, there’s something in my gut that’s telling me that I could make her leave my body if it came to it. So instead of freaking out, I try to relax, and let her do what she needs too.

She begins to stalk her way back towards the cavern filled with cult members, not even trying to conceal her presence. It doesn’t take long for the young Witch and the Harpy guards to notice us, and they begin to make their way towards us. I expect the cult member to turn around to see what’s causing the commotion, but they just keep chanting, seemingly in a trance like state.

Something warm begins to build in my stomach, before shooting out, striking each of the cult members in the chest and causing them to fly backwards, hitting the wall. I don’t even get a moment to enjoy the wrench I’ve just thrown in their plans, before all three Harpies converge on me.

I have nothing to worry about though as Priscilla expertly maneuvers me out of harm's way, bringing my hands up and blasting them with power. I’m shocked when I see the damage that my attacks are doing as we begin to dance around each other, exchanging blows. I don’t know how Priscila manages it, but she manages to make sure that none of the Harpies get their claws into me.

I’m really fucking glad that she can dodge them so well, because I know that we can’t afford to have their poison coursing through my bloodstream, again. A strange feeling begins to tingle around my hands as Priscilla begins to mutter in a language that I don’t understand. I don’t have long to wait before I find out what she’s doing though, as a bright streak of light shoots from the palm of my hand, hitting one of the harpies in the chest, and I watch in astonishment as she hits the floor.

Holy fucking shit! I’m pretty sure that the Harpy is dead. It would have been nice to know that I could kill the fuckers before now, but you’ll hear no complaints from me that I can do so. The others stop to look at their fallen comrades before letting out an ear piercing shriek of grief. They don’t spend long grieving for their brethren before they are spinning around towards me again and coming at me even faster than before.

Killing their comrade has enraged the beasts, and I can feel sweat trickling down my spine as the fight continues. Out of the side of my eye, I see the Witch trying to sneak around behind me, and I know I have to speed this fight along. Priscilla luckily notices the girl too, and in quick succession, manages to shoot off two more bursts of light, dropping both of the remaining Harpies.

She spins my body around to face the Witch, and I notice the gleam of her pocket knife as it races through the air towards us. Priscilla reaches my hand up, catching the knife just as it is about to hit me in the shoulder, and I grit my teeth through the pain. Hey, a little bit of respect for my body would be fucking nice, I can still bloody feel everything.

Groans begin to reach my ears as some of the cult members begin to come to. Well, it looks like this fight is really getting interesting now!

Chapter Thirty

Elias

There’s still been nothing to tell us where the cult members are and if Melissa is with them. I should never have let her walk away from us! I know that Cail is beating himself up just as much as I am, not that he would let it show to the others. I guess it’s just difficult to know that we were the ones who were responsible for Melissa’s safety, and now she’s been taken.

I feel responsible, even though I know that I didn’t make the cult do these things. Everyone around me has always said that I’m too sensitive, but I don’t see it that way. Even though I’m a man, I don’t see what that has to do with the way I care about people. I must admit though, that toxic masculinity is a lot more prevalent in humans than it is in the Fae.

Our kind are a lot more comfortable in their own skin, and they aren’t afraid to be more flamboyant. Humans could really take a leaf out of our book in that regard. I’m not saying that the Fae are perfect, we’re so much more manipulative than most humans, so I suppose our kinds could learn from each other.

Most Fae don’t share the same view as I do though, they see themselves as better than humans. There are the bad and good people from each side though, and I suppose you could say the same about every race of people, whether supernatural or