Orion’s Star

Orion’s Star

Chapter Eight

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A/N; this chapter is un-beta’ed, I have misplaced my beta. If you find him, please return him it would be greatly appreciated. I miss him very very much. I will post a beta’ed copy as soon as I have one.

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“But you promised to spend the day in bed with me,” the dark haired man said as he leaned to kiss the tan expanse of the blonde’s smooth back.

“I know,” the blond turned over, honey brown eyes meet cold blue, “but I have things I must do today.”

“That’s not fair,” the man pouted, before he suddenly smiled and reaching down he let his hand run over the blonde’s limp cock, fingers teasing smooth balls. Leaning he let his tongue flick over one pale pink nipple as his middle finger slid down to the still wet, stretched opening.

“Jason,” the blond moaned, legs falling apart to the give bigger man better access to his opening.

“You’re still wet and quivering, my little insatiable witch,” Jason murmured as he let two fingers push into the blonde’s body.

“Of course I am,” the blond arched up, he could feel his cock start to harden with what Jason was doing. “You came in me five minutes ago.”

“Ahti,” Jason hummed the little blond witch’s name. Shifting he pulled the blond up until the witch’s back was against his chest. He slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of the wet opening.

“I have to work,” the witch moaned as he reached up to wrap his arms up around Jason’s neck.

“Master?” Jason looked up; cold blue eyes met multi-colored eyes of his witch’s slave. A grin found his face as he continued what he was doing. He watched as the slave tried to keep from looking at where he was touching the witch. A low laugh escaped him.

“Do you miss this, slave?” Jason asked, his voice low as it breathed close to Ahti’s ear.

“Of course not,” the slave shook his head, his calico hair flying around his face.

“Come on, you have to miss being buried in this body,” Jason asked shoving his fingers deeper into the blonde’s body pulling a moan from Ahti.

“Stop it, Jason,” Ahti muttered trying to wiggle away, but the dark haired man didn’t let him go. Jason grinned as Ahti groaned again, the witch pushing back against him.

“What… what do you want, Saso?” Ahti finally got out, the boy groaning again.

“A messenger came by, the witches council would like to see you today,” Saso replied his eyes trailing down to where Jason’s fingers were buried in his master’s body. He could feel his cock twitch at the noises the short slender witch was making.

“Council will have to wait,” the witch replied, a yelp escaping him as Jason lifted him up and set him onto the man’s hard cock. “Fuck, so good.”

“So tight and hot,” Jason moaned loud enough that he knew Saso heard. He let his eyes go to the slave again, another smile finding him. He could see Saso was watching them; the tall slave had lust in his eyes. “Come here, Saso.”

“Master?” Saso whispered, his eyes screaming that he would very much like to join them.

“Come, Saso,” Ahti whispered, another moan escaping him. He lets his eyes open, watching as the slave crawled onto the bed moving towards them. Saso tilted his head into Jason’s hand, as the dark-haired man caressed his cheek. He sucked on the thumb that invaded his mouth, a moan escaping him as he felt a hand caress his cock through his britches.

Saso groaned again, feeling his master’s hand slip into his loose britches, slender fingers caressing his heated flesh. He never got to play with his master when Ahti had a lover. Some of them tempted him, but most sent him out of the room. But Jason, Jason was different.

“Please…” Saso whined, his hips thrusting against the hand pleasuring him.

“I so love it when he whines,” Jason laughed as he thrust his thumb in and out of the slave’s mouth.

“We should put him out of his misery,” Ahti slowly moved up and down, his hand wrapping around Saso’s hard cock.

“We should,” Jason grinned, nodding at the slave. Ahti grinned, watching as Saso pulled his clothing off, and then moved to wrap himself around them, slowly lowering his mouth to Ahti’s cock. Saso groaned as he felt his master’s hot moist hand on his cock again, then fingers invaded his ass.

Moans and cries filled the room; Jason smiled as he shoved his fingers harder into the slave’s body, pulling a low moan from Saso. Ahti concentrated on slowly rocking his hips, his hand slowly moving on Saso’s cock, he knew the slave wouldn’t last. Saso never went anywhere for sexual pleasure.

Ahti couldn’t hold back, he felt his orgasm rip though him pulling the other two with him. They landed in a pile of tangled parts and sweaty limbs. Jason sighed, content to pull his lover closer to him, tucking the blond witch under his chin.

“Now you must stay in bed with me,” he yawned, shifting again as Saso moved towards the end of the bed. Jason glanced down at Ahti, grinning to see the witch’s eyes closed. Leaning he kissed the three spots on Ahti’s neck, a smile finding his lips. The spot reminded him of stars in the sky.

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Ahti crossed his arms, his eyes trained on the man sitting at the head of the table. He was angry about being called out; he had wanted to get the work done in his shop.

“Ahti,” the man started, a sigh coming from him as he glanced over at the woman beside him.

“Stop looking at my sister,” Ahti hissed, “I don’t care what she says.”

“You crossed the line,” Medea shook her head, her blond curls bouncing around her head. She pinned her honey gold eyes to her brother.

“I did no such thing,” Ahti uncrossed his arms, a sigh coming from him. “He is my soul-mate; it is within my rights to claim him.”

“He was meant for me,” Medea tapped one long finger nail on the table. “He was to wed my slave, he was to be mine.”

“Sorry I beat you to the punch,” the blond witch grinned, he glared at his sister. “I have claimed him and have bound our souls together; there is nothing you can do.”

“He’s right, Medea, there is nothing left for you to do,” Vesper said, he raised his hand to dismiss the boy from the council.

“Wait!” Medea yelped, a blush crossed her face. “It would be nice, if Ahti brought the man before the council.”

“Yes it would be,” Vesper turned to Ahti, “you can do that.”

“In a few days, yes, I need to work in the shop,” Ahti replied, he glanced around before nodding and leaving the council. He had a bad feeling about this, but there wasn’t anything he could do. If he went against the councils wishes then it could turn out bad for him and Jason.

As he walked a grin found his lips, he remembered the first time he had seen Jason. The poor man had came into his shop, to find something for his intended, only Ahti had laughed pulled the man to the back room and within minutes they were going at it like rabbits.

It had been easy to tell the parents of the girl that Jason was to wed, that Jason now belonged to him. In fact, the girl had looked relieved and so had her parents. Entering the shop, Ahti saw Saso look up at him, the slave’s unmatched eyes watching him as he crossed the room.

“The council?” he was asked and the witch has to smile.

“Was fine, what were they going to say?” Ahti paused, his eyes swinging back to the slave. “my sister had a bitch, but what could she do when I have found my soul-mate?”

“Is that what you told them? That Master Jason is your soul mate?” Saso leaned on the broom he was using to sweep the floor with.

“Of course I did, because it’s true,” Ahti grinned as he continued on his way, he knew Jason would be somewhere in the upstairs chambers of the shop. The man most likely still in bed, his grin widened as he thought about Jason all spread out.

What he found was his mate sitting at one of the ornate desk, writing a letter of some sort. Pausing inside the door, Ahti couldn’t help but study his lover, seeing that Jason was handsome, in the cold ignorant way. It called to his heart; it made him to drag the man back to bed.

“I’ve seen that look, but you must wait until I finish this letter to my uncle,” Jason hadn’t even glanced up from his letter.

“That is not fair,” Ahti came further in to the room, his eyes drifting over his lover again. “Did you know, you are such a cold beauty?”

“Nice,” Jason muttered turning away from his letter, he glanced over at the witch. “Why am I a cold beauty?”

“Because?” Ahti grinned as he shrugged one shoulder. “You’re eyes are always cold, they hold such ignorance that it positively turns me on.”

“Well at least my ignorance is good for something,” Jason muttered as he stood and close the space between him and his witch. Wrapping his arms around the blond’s waist, he pulled Ahti close. “And what about you my evil little blond?”

“I am not evil,” Ahti grinned pulling back enough to look up at the man.

“Of course not, because it wasn’t you who sentence all those peasants to death,” Jason replied, his eyes meeting honey brown. “And it wasn’t you who burned those fields to the ground, or that village.”

“I had good reasons,” Ahti pulled back completely to rest his hands on his hips. He glared up at his lover, although he couldn’t exactly read what was in the man’s eyes.

“Of course,” Jason laughed softly as he pulled the blond back against his chest. He didn’t care what Ahti had done, as long as the man realized now that murdering innocent people was bad. “Just no more tantrums, where hundreds end up dead.”

“I already said I was working on that,” Ahti pouted, he pulled back again, no longer in the mood for any play. “The council would like to meet you, since you are now declared as my soul-mate.”

“Sure,” Jason said reading his witch’s mood. “When?”

“In a couple days,” Ahti turned back to the window, he let his eyes scan the small town they lived in. he could see the council building, yet something about this day nagged at him. “I have things in the shop to do; I must fill those orders first.”

“All right,” the dark haired man replied moving back to his letter. Ahti watched for a few minutes before with a sigh he turned and left the room. He figured he might as well go down to the basement to get some work done.

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Saso watched his master; the boy was working so hard. Of course he had kept Jason busy helping with the shop, giving Ahti time to get his orders filled. He watched as complicated hand movements accompanied low chants while the three marks on the witch’s neck glowed.

There were three stars in the night sky that were identical to those marks. Saso had heard someone say that Ahti was born under the hunter. That the marks on the boy’s neck showed that, but Saso didn’t know. He was only a lowly slave.

“You’re contemplating things awfully hard,” Ahti didn’t look up as he made this comment.

“You were born under the hunter,” Saso said, his voice very serious. He saw his master look up; Ahti seemed almost startled at the comment.

“Yes, Saso, I was born under the hunter,” Ahti voice was soft as the witch’s hand reached up to touch his neck. “Why do you ask?”

“I just wonder if that’s why…” the slave trialed off, shifting from one foot to the other. Saso was young, barely out of boyhood; he could also see he was treading on very shaky ground with his master.

“If that is why…? That I am sent after those that run?” Ahti asked standing to face his slave. “Why the council sends me out to… hunt?”

“I meant no disrespect, master,” Saso whispered, he didn’t like the look on Ahti’s face, in fact the blond witch scared him.

“You are here because I find you entertaining, Saso, do not make me rethink that,” Ahti turned away; he went back to the potions he was making. The young slave waited for a few seconds before turning and going back up to the shop. He saw Jason sitting behind the counter, the man looked positively bored.

“You really shouldn’t upset him,” Jason said, not looking up from what he was reading. Saso stared, not sure what to say, considering it always freaked him out when Jason would do that. He knew the man had no powers, knew that Jason had no magical beings in his family, yet the man always seemed to know things.

“I did not ask you,” the slave muttered in a very un-slave like voice. This caused Jason to laugh, the man turning cold blue eyes to Saso.

“You certainly are snippy this morning,” Jason shook his head, “but I suppose you can get away with it, Ahti needs you to see what is going to happen.”

“You are despicable,” Saso hissed, his multicolored haired standing up slightly.

“That’s not what you were saying when my fingers were buried in your ass,” Jason laughed, watching as the slave witch turned red. When Saso didn’t say anything else, Jason laughed again before turning back to the paper he was reading.

“You should stay out of what you don’t understand,” Saso said, his eyes glaring at the man.

“Oh I understand lots of things,” Jason didn’t bother looking up; he knew that the slave still watched him. “I understand that Ahti’s origin bothers the witch that his job is a job and he finds no pleasure in doing it. I also understand that sometimes he just needs to be understood.”

Jason just laughed again as Saso stormed out of the shop, the slave’s face still red. Turning back to his paper, Jason pushed all thoughts of the slave out of his mind. He knew what Ahti was and yet there was nothing he could do about it. He looked up when the door opened, his eyebrow raising at the man that entered.

“I need to speak with Ahti,” the man said.

“Sure,” Jason stood; he turned moving to the stairs that lead down to the basement. He saw Ahti glance up at him, the blond witch raising an eyebrow. “Someone wants to speak to you.”

Ahti came up the stairs, his eyes going to the man standing in his shop. Moving towards him, Ahti took the paper the man was holding out. He quickly read over what it said before it disappeared in a puff of smoke. The man nodded once before leaving the shop.

“Saso, saddle my horse,” Ahti turned and headed towards the back, leaving a very confused Jason in his wake.

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Ahti watched the horse and wagon; he hadn’t had trouble tracking down the wizard they wanted him to. In fact it had been ridiculously easy. Shaking his head he kicked his horse into a run. Rising he bow, he loaded an arrow, pulling the string back he let the arrow fly. A smirk found his lips as he heard the yell and watched as the man fell from the horse.

Pulling his horse to a stop, Ahti slipped from the saddle to walk purposely toward the man struggling on the ground. He saw that the wagon has stopped, and with a frown he turned back to see the man was watching him. Raising his hand he moved to make the killing blow.

“Please, please!” the man cried. Ahti tilted his head slightly, he could see tears streak down the man’s face.

“Please?” Ahti asked, a frown marring his face.

“My family, they need me, please, I have to take care of them,” the wizard whimpered, his eyes wide as he watched Ahti. “I have done nothing wrong, why do you attack me!”

“The council has handed down your punishment,” Ahti watched the man’s eyes widen, could see fear settle deep in them. “I am an extension of that, I am the hunter.”

“Please…” the man sobbed, “my family, oh God please.”

Ahti clinched his teeth; he hated people that pleaded for their lives. If they did something that the council would hand down death, then it was something deserving of that punishment. Sitting back slightly, he shook his head. The paper didn’t say why the man’s crime was, but he could guess. After three minutes of listening to the man whine and plead for his family and his life, Ahti drew a breath. Turning to look over at the wagon he twisted slightly, throwing a ball of energy, watching it explode in shower of sparks and fire.

“Oh god!” the wizard cried out.

“There, now you have no family to leave behind,” Ahti stated as he withdrew a dagger.

“You are heartless! Cruel! A bane of existence!” the wizard threw angry words at him.

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all before, you know,” the blond witch shifted, stabbing the dagger directly into the wizard’s heart. Pulling the dagger out, Ahti cleaned it off on the man’s rugged and torn britches. Standing he turned back towards his horse, pausing when he heard crying.

He saw the man’s wife laying there holding the corpse of her child, she was burned badly on one side. He could see her tear streaked face staring at him. Raising his hand, he concentrated hard, closing his hand he watched the life bleed out of her eyes. He walked back to his horse; mounting the beast he turned it in the direction of his home.

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“I’m just confused,” Jason muttered as he walked beside the witch. “How can you not feel anything? You killed a family of five with a one stoke of your hand.”

“It is my job, it’s what I do,” Ahti shrugged slightly.

“Of course,” Jason replied following the boy into the building. He glanced around, his eyes widening slightly at the look of the place.

“Jason,” Ahti stopped his lover, looking up at the man’s eyes. “I understand, well okay I don’t understand why you are upset, but I did what I had to do.”

“I know you did, my witch, and I still love you,” Jason grinned pulling the boy close. Ahti let himself be held for a few seconds before pulling away. He led the rest of the way into building, a smile found his face as he saw his lover following him.

“Just follow my lead, and you’ll be fine,” Ahti said softly pausing before the doorway.

“All right,” Jason grinned following after the man. Entering the council room, Ahti glanced around, nodding to those that he cared to.

“Ahti,” Vesper nodded to the blond.

“Vesper,” Ahti smiled politely, “this is my mate, Jason.”

“Jason, it is nice to finally meet you,” Vesper said, nodding to the man.

“Ah Ahti, you’re finally here,” Medea swayed over, the woman’s eyes on Jason. Jason couldn’t help it, his eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful woman. She was taller then Ahti, but had the same blond hair as the boy, but Medea’s eyes were a richer honey, more golden than brown. “And this must be the delightful Jason.”

“Yes,” Ahti nodded, “Jason, this is my sister, Medea.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jason replied bowing slightly, “I’ve always wondered about Ahti’s family.”

“Well, I certainly hope to see much more of you,” the woman smiled, letting her hand rest on Jason’s shoulder. Ahti watched the exchange, his eyes narrowed at his sister. He didn’t like the look on the woman’s face, nor the fact that several others on the council were watching them.

“How long do we have to stay?” Ahti turned to Vesper, raising an eyebrow at the man.

“Not to much longer, but it isn’t everyday our little Ahti settles down,” Vesper smiled, clasping the boy on his back before turning away.

Ahti sighed, moving back towards Jason. He felt better as the man wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He leaned his head against Jason’s chest, his eyes trialing over the others in the room. He couldn’t place it, but something wasn’t right. Turning he saw Saso slip into the room, pulling away from Jason he headed towards his slave.

“Saso?” Ahti asked.

“Something isn’t right, only I can’t figure it out,” the slave said, his voice hushed. Ahti nodded, turning he was about to say something when a commotion caught his attention.

“What is going on?” Ahti moved back towards Jason.

“Stop,” Medea said, the woman’s smile growing, Ahti paused before he rounded on his sister.

“What the fuck?” the witch hissed, he glared at her.

“I had a good chat with the council, and they’ve decided that it’s time to put down the dog,” Medea said another grin finding her face. “I get Jason, you get put down.”

“Not likely,” Ahti hissed, turning towards Vesper. He saw the wizard being held by several others and turned back to Medea. “What is the meaning of this?”

“You sister is taking over the council,” one of the others said. “And you’re the first to go.”

“I’m the bloody hunter,” Ahti yelled, he moved back towards Jason, intent to leave the council room.

“Oh no, brother dearest, you don’t get to storm out this time,” Medea shook her head as she moved towards him. “Of course I’ll spare your life, if you hand over Jason.”

“Over my dead and bleeding body you bitch!” Ahti hissed he saw his sister’s smile grow.

“As you wish,” Medea replied raising her hand, the lighting bolt shot out, heading directly towards Ahti’s chest. Only it never hit the blond witch.

“JASON!” Ahti screamed; he grabbed the man as Jason fell. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at his gasping lover; he knew that Jason wasn’t going to survive without some intervention.

“Love you, my little witch,” Jason gasp out, reaching up to gently touch Ahti’s face. “Be good.”

“No, no, please…” Ahti cried out, feeling as if a weight had fallen on his chest. He struggled against the hands that pulled him away from the man he loved.

“You are a stupid bastard,” Medea hissed as she knelt down beside the man.

“Fuck off!” Jason hissed glaring at the woman.

“I can stop the pain, give you your life back,” Medea reached out, her mouth turning down when Jason jerked away from her. “Become mine and I spare your life.”

“Ahti,” Jason started, jerking again as the woman smacked him.

“He will suffer and die, he’s become a stain on this council, he has to be put down,” she said, her golden brown eyes turning to glare at her brother.

“I won’t… I won’t become yours… at the sacrifice of his life,” Jason gasped, finding it harder and harder to breathe.

“I spare his life,” she smiled, reaching out to touch the fading man.

“I’ll never… become yours… never in this… life time or… any other,” Jason shook his head weakly. “I belong… to Ahti… body and soul.”

“Then so be it,” Medea hissed reaching forward to grab a handful of the man’s black hair. With her other hand, she started to wove a spell, “since you will not be mine, you will not be his, I bring upon you the selfishness of the ages, the lust of time, you will cause pain to those you love most, you will be cold and heartless. In each life, you will cause his death over and over, for that you will spend eternity with.”

“NO!” Ahti screamed out, his eyes wide as he watched his lover gasping for breath as his life drained out of him. He found himself free, but it was too late. As he pulled Jason into his arms, he watched his lover draw his last breath. Tears leaked down his face, Jason had been cursed, a curse that would follow him through the ages.

“I suppose we could keep you alive,” Medea shrugged, “for now.”

“You will pay with your blood,” Ahti whispered as he bent over Jason’s body, letting his forehead touch the man’s chest. “I will hunt each and every one of you down, I will burn this town to the ground, I will slaughter every man, woman, and child.”

“Oh please, such dramatics,” Medea laughed. Her eyes widening slightly as Ahti stood, his once warm honey brown eyes seemed frozen. Ahti shifted, holding out his hand, a cold grin finding his face as energy slowly gathered until it formed his bow.

Witches and wizards both ran, screams filled the room as Ahti let his arrows fly. Smoke and fire erupted as the blond stalked his prey, he would make his sister’s death extremely painful. He would make sure the last thing she ever had was happiness. Shifting slightly, he waited for the smoke to clear some. Six witches and two wizards had fallen from his arrows.

His sister was not among them.

“Ahti?” Vesper whispered, holding his hands up as Ahti turned towards him, the deadly arrow pointed at his head.

“Do not get in my way, and I will spare you, try to stop me and I will send you to the hereafter,” Ahti hissed his voice low and cold. Vesper nodded, he wanted very much to go home to his family. “Saso, let’s go, bring Jason’s body.”

“Yes master,” the slave said, tears streaking his face. He had never seen the destructive power that was Ahti; he had hoped he would never have to. But he knew this wasn’t over, not until either Medea was dead or Ahti was.

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“It’s been nearly a month!” Mab yelled as he glared at he blond woman. “He has slaughtered countless witches and wizards; he had burned five villages to the ground.”

“I know,” Medea waved the man away.

“He’s the fucking hunter what made you think that killing his soul-mate would make him roll over and beg?” Mab moved to grab the woman, but stopped at her look. “He was born to do this, he was born to be the council’s hand of justice; you’ve fucked us all.”

“Please, he’s a worth little brat,” she laughed, turning her eyes to Mab, another grin finding her face. “You all talk him up to something he is not.”

“He will be the death of us all,” Mab moved towards the door, he paused to look back at the woman, “even if he doesn’t kill you in this life time, one of them he will.”

“Keep thinking that!” Medea yelled throwing a book at the closed door. But she knew, that if left that Ahti would hunt her though the ages.

“He’s right you know,” a woman from the bed said, the redhead turned her bright green eyes landing on Medea. The bed sheet slipping down, to reveal full naked breast, drawing Medea’s eyes to them.

“Candra, you know not of what you’re talking about,” Medea stood, a grin coming to her face as she moved towards the bed.

“I think my sister is right,” Sindra replied with a yawn as he shifted to lay his head against his sister’s naked breast. Medea grinned as she watched the twin siblings; they were her best defense against her brother. Simply known among the council as ‘Can Sin’, they were one of the best assassins out there. “Ahti the hunter will hunt you across the know universe and the ages if he must to avenge his lost lover.”

“Don’t worry, my lovelies, I have a plan,” she said slipping back into the bed. She had found much pleasure with the twins; they were quite talented in several things.

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Ahti looked up as Saso came towards him; he frowned at the look on his slaves face. “Is she here?”

“No,” Saso replied softly, “but it’s been said she has the twins with her, that she’s contracted Can Sin to take you out.”

Saso watched his master take it in; it was the seventh village they had set fire to. Ahti was losing patients with those around him. He didn’t understand why they wouldn’t give you the blonde’s sister, but for some reason no one would hand Medea over to the hunter. Letting his eyes scan the witch, Saso sighed again. Ahti was wearing bloodstained brown leather pants, a confiding leather sleeveless shirt. The witch’s blond hair had been shorn short, a sign of his grieving for his dead mate.

“The twin’s do not bother me,” Ahti finally said moving towards his horse. “I trained them, it matters not if they are loyal to, and Candra is still upset that I let her brother fuck me during the duration of the training, but I wouldn’t touch her.”

Ahti mounted his horse, reaching down to pull Saso up behind him. Turning the horse away from the burning village Ahti closed his eyes, letting his mind focus on his sister. He knew she was still close; she had underestimated what he could do.

Saso closed his eyes, leaning his head down as he let the tears fall. His master had become a tyrant, the hunter had become corrupt. In his need for vengeance, Ahti had killed innocents, had killed those that didn’t deserve to die. He couldn’t let his master continue on this track, but he also knew how much it had crushed the boy when Jason died. He had stood beside the witch as Ahti had buried his heart and soul.

They had ridden only a few hours before Ahti brought his horse up. Saso also looked up, his eyes widening as he saw an untouched, pristine village ahead of them. Saso shook his head no, he couldn’t watch another village burn he just couldn’t do it.

“Ahti,” the young slave whispered.

“She is here, I will have her,” Ahti said kicking the horse into a gallop. Saso shut his eyes tightly; he couldn’t watch another village burn. He knew that Ahti owned his life, but he couldn’t, just couldn’t watch the innocent die anymore. He waited until Ahti pulled the horse to a stop; he slithered down looking up to watch Ahti.

Ahti grinned, he swiftly dismounted his horse. He knew where she was, he would put an end to those so he could join his lover in the next life. He only have paid attention to Saso as the slave moved beside him, he had only one goal in this life left, and was going to finish it.

“The great hunter,” Ahti turned, his eyes scanning over the tall redheaded male.

“Stay out of my way, Sindra, or I’ll send you to your death,” Ahti went to move past the assassin, he could see the boy pause.

“I can not let you hurt my mistress,” Sindra said, the boy’s voice sad.

“Your mistress,” Ahti spit the word, “killed my soul-mate because she wanted him and he said no. So just walk away Sindra, take your sister and go.”

“He can’t do that,” Candra said, her voice dripping honey.

“I don’t want to kill you two, but I will,” Ahti said; he felt as if he had said that phrase a hundred times, each time it turned out that he had to kill.

“Then we’ll kill you, lovely,” Candra grinned with a giggle. Ahti shook his head, energy gathers in front of him and reaching down he pulled his sword out of it. He turned his full attention to Candra, knowing that Sindra wouldn’t attack him from the back.

“Hey,” Saso jumps slightly, his eyes going to Sindra, seeing the assassin was watching Ahti and Candra. “This could end easily, ya know.”

“I’ll not let you harm my master,” Saso said, seeing the short man laugh slightly.

“I have no desire to harm your master,” Sindra grinned up at Saso, his green eyes dancing. “The council wants Ahti to take over, but they want the bloodshed to end.”

Saso frowned, maybe it would work, and maybe he could get Ahti to go back to the council. He looked to see Ahti was gaining ground over Candra, seeing that Ahti was playing with her. He saw Ahti’s sword morph slightly, the blade becoming longer. Before he could say anything, Ahti’s blade ran through Candra’s stomach.

“Fuck!” Sindra hissed, the man’s whole body freezing. He bolted to his sister, wrapping his arms around his twin to glare up at Ahti. “You didn’t have to kill her!”

“She’s not dead yet,” Ahti said moving towards Sindra, seeing the boy lift his head. Ahti could see, as the life left Candra that the brother was offering himself up as a sacrifice. Ahti didn’t even pause; he ran the blade through Sindra’s exposed tender neck.

Pulling back, Ahti banished his swore from where it came, before he turned to look at Saso. He saw his slave’s eyes were wide and filled with tears. It seemed all the boy did was cry lately, which Ahti figured was okay, since he had been unable to cry since putting Jason in the ground.

“Saso,” Ahti started reaching out to the slave. He held the boy as Saso cried, the slave cried for all those that had lost their lives, of the shop that now and forever would sit abandoned. For the loss of Jason who was his master’s heart and soul. He cried the tears that Ahti no longer could.

“I am so sorry, my master,” Saso whispered letting his arms tighten around the witch. He saw someone approaching, but he didn’t pull away nor did he inform Ahti, this would end it, it wasn’t the witch’s sister, so it would be okay.

“Saso?” Ahti pulled back to look up at his slave and friend. He’s eyes widening as he felt a present, trying to pull away he hissed when Saso didn’t let him go. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked down to see the bloody tip of a sword sticking out of his chest. A hand in his hair pulled his head back, and he saw his sister’s eyes.

“Seems I won this one too,” Medea grinned, “you murdered my twins, and that wasn’t very nice of you.”

Ahti coughed, trying to get a word out.

“Before I send you to the hereafter, first I’m going to bind your powers,” Medea laughed softly when Ahti struggled slightly. “Through times ageless ascent, and lives boundless decent. Take what was given so that it might be woven. To see powers forever bound in this life and those yet found.”

Saso watched wide eyed as Medea made the boy drink some of her blood. It sealed the spell, making it so that Ahti no longer had powers. Struggling back, the slave fell to his knees wide eyed as he watched. Ahti’s eyes were glaring at him, the witch’s eyes cold. He saw the light go out of them, and suddenly felt his heart squeeze.

“And now for you,” Saso looked up, cringing as Medea pushed Ahti off the sword. “You betrayed your master, if it wasn’t for you, I’d have never gotten that close.”

Saso bowed his head.

“For that, I’ll let you live, but of course you have to pay for your sins,” Medea moved towards the slave, her voice chanting low. Looking up, the slave hissed, finding that Medea seemed a whole lot bigger all of a sudden. “There we go, a nice little immortal kitten.”

Saso hissed, moving to run away, but found his new body was awkward and he tipped over. He hissed when he was picked up by the scruff of his neck, trying to scratch at the woman’s face. “you will serve my family until Ahti can lift the curse, but since he has no power and will have no memory, expect to stay a long, long time.”

Medea laughed again as she walked away. Saso looked back, his eyes fastened to his master’s body. Ahti was still crumpled on the ground, not far from the twins. He knew that the woman would leave them, let them rot in the field and there was nothing he could do. Closing his eyes, he felt a tear slip free.