’F.u.c.k me sideways! I’ve kicked the asses of two of her Hors.e.m.e.n and killed countless of her children. If the forefather of all Vampires calls me Butcher, there’s no telling what she thinks of me.’ Lith thought.
He and Solus started weaving their best spells, not stopping even when Baba Yaga’s eyes met Lith’s.
"What a pleasant surprise. I’ve heard a lot about all of you and I was eager to meet you in person." Baba Yaga shapeshifted from the Crone into the Mother.
She now looked like a beautiful woman in her forties, with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes, wearing a farmer’s day dress. Her voice was calm and wise, her body had the reassuring aura typical of good mothers.
"There’s no need to conjure power, child. I’m not Silverwing and our meeting will be peaceful as long as you don’t force my hand." Baba Yaga said to Lith, who still didn’t trust her and kept weaving new spells.
"Radusk is just like you, a hybrid. He’s not someone raised by Vladion’s core but a child born from love. Do you really think I would put the blood of my blood into danger?"
"Hybrid?" Lith echoed as all the spells he had prepared faded away. The kid was defenseless and his life force so weak that the pressure of conflicting high-tiered spells would be enough to kill him.
"Yes." Vladion nodded while reassuring the child that had started crying in fear, making Lith feel like a bad guy.
"His skin and hair are white because his two life forces have yet to stabilize. I’m only giving Radusk human food and the lack of nutrients makes his undead half drain the color out of him."
"Is everything okay, Mother?" A deep rumbling voice said as a pitch-black Minotaur walked in.
The creature was 2.74 meters (9’) tall, with the head of a bull, the upper body of a bulky man, and the lower body resembled that of a bull, but capable of moving on two legs.
He wore a suit of armor made of Adamant and engraved with several white crystals that covered him from head to toe. Its enchantments and the runes that covered it made it a masterpiece that only the Royal Fortress Armor outshone.
"Nandi, what did I tell you about scaring the children?" The Mother facepalmed as the entrance of the armored beast made the ground quake and Radusk cry harder.
"I’m sorry." The armor turned into a soft fleece while the Minotaur shapeshifted into a small calf with several small violet crystals on his forehead, c.h.e.s.t, and hands.
Nandi lapped the child’s tears, inviting him to play.
Radusk laughed as the raspy tongue tickled him and quickly forgot about the scare. Vladion helped him to ride his mount that started trotting around the room the moment Radusk safely sat on its back.
"You must be Nandi. I’ve heard a lot about you." Lith stood up.
All the undead in Lightkeep were nothing compared to Baba Yaga or to the Abomination hybrid. They exuded no aura, yet their simple presence gave him the creeps. His paranoia commanded him to act, but his common sense stayed his hand.
"I heard a lot about you as well." Nandi said. "Xenagrosh and the Master always talk about you, Lith."
Nandi usually referred to Vastor as "Father", but having called Baba Yaga "Mother" it would cause a big misunderstanding.
At those words, Lith inwardly cursed himself. After trying and failing multiple times to thank Xenagrosh for helping him to deal with Night and her army, he had completely forgotten about her after Lark’s death.
"What are you two doing here?" Lith asked. "Is the Master involved in the disappearances?"
Suddenly, the room started to quake. Yet it was nothing like when Nandi had spread his aura. The entire city of Lightkeep was trembling with such violence that even the arrays surrounding the Dragonborn household couldn’t stop them. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
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