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Darkwolf could have gathered the warlocks. Together could they have used their black magic against the goddess? Perhaps a banishment ritual that would have sent her back to Underworld?
    Why he even traveled that vein of thought was a waste of time. Ceithlenn had murdered most of his Clan and the rest had fled the city when she arrived.
    For the first time Darkwolf cursed the day he had found Balor’s eye on the shores of Ireland. He had been a white
witch then, known as Kevin Richards. But the moment he picked up the stone eye, it had fed on desires already buried deep within him. His heart had been filled with black witchcraft and he’d become among one of the most powerful and feared warlocks in the world.
    All because he had found Balor’s eye. The eye that now dangled from a thick chain around his neck. Thankfully, the eye was quiet. When Balor chose to make his presence known, the pain in Darkwolf’s head was excruciating and he had little choice in his actions.
    Darkwolf reclined on one of the couches in the sumptuous penthouse he and the Fomorii now controlled.
    And Ceithlenn. He couldn’t forget her, now could he?
    Ceithlenn had sent Junga, the Fomorii Queen, and a few of the other demons on some kind of errand.
    Darkwolf watched Ceithlenn continue to pace from one end of the spacious great room to the other. She remained in Sara’s human form when not on the prowl, thank the gods. Sara was a white witch whom Darkwolf had converted to dark magic. But then she had betrayed him and had absorbed Ceithlenn’s essence when the door to Underworld was cracked open.
    Ceithlenn-Sara’s punk-red hair curled in a soft bob around her face and her eyes were fascinating. They were everchanging, shifting colors like sunlight on a pond—brown to blue to green to silver. She wore a black leather catsuit with a V neckline that dipped to her navel—the leather barely covered her nipples before the V grew smaller. The suit, interestingly enough, had a zipper that ran from below her belly button all the way down her crotch and up past her ass.
    Despite himself, Darkwolf wondered what it would be like to fuck her and his cock hardened. Would he be able to sexually control her like he controlled the demon-woman Junga when she was in her human form?
    â€œI need more souls,” Ceithlenn-Sara said, and he startled at the sound of her voice. “The first one I devoured filled me with power, but not enough.”
    â€œEnough to do what?” he asked before he could stop himself.

    She whipped her gaze to him. “To bring my husband to me, of course.”
    Darkwolf chose not to respond and simply watched Ceithlenn.
    â€œI have had visions.” Thankfully she continued her pacing. “I must start little by little. Two souls next, then perhaps four. Next a small crowd and then a larger one. I do not have to eat their flesh, no. I must simply kill them and draw their souls to me as they die.”
    Morbid curiosity filled Darkwolf. “Why do you have to start with a few souls at a time?”
    The goddess snapped her head to look at Darkwolf and he nearly recoiled from her hideous smile. “I do not have the strength yet. My power will gradually increase with every soul I consume until I can take multiple souls at a time.”
    Darkwolf frowned. “How will you do that?”
    Ceithlenn-Sara pursed her lips. “As I grow in power, I will be able to kill by perhaps causing an enormous sign to fall and land on several people. Or I might force a landslide where there are hikers. Possibly then I will be strong enough to cause a great wave to crash into part of the city and I will devour those souls.” She stopped and her smile grew almost ecstatic. “When I take enough souls, I will have the strength to call forth my husband.”
    Darkwolf’s scalp prickled at Ceithlenn’s cold words. But even as his mind rejected what she was saying, Balor’s essence took