Arrow Inferno
Chapter 83: Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks ~ Feral attraction in the midst of hatred… Father of the year!

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Ryan couldn't suppress the gasp that tore out of his mouth. "What?" He whispered, heart pounding.

"Aw come on, don't be shy." Reynard gave a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "You see, each of my children had...how do I put this? A unique feature. I made a pact with one of the most powerful and wicked gods that ever existed. That was before I started making babies. I was young and naive then. Among other things, every child of mine was to receive two very unique and very high-level powers. But that stupid god loved to play pranks. He decided that for those powers, each child of mine was to receive a unique feature. I readily agreed, thinking they were probably going to be born with unique coloured eyes or hair or something like that." He gave a humourless laugh. "Imagine my surprise when Slater, my first, was born with four eyes. Four fucking eyes!" He bellowed, pounding his fist on the table.

"Then came Harry. A boy. Had all the features of a boy except for the most important feature of all. He had no penis. Next was Nina. My beautiful Nina." He shook his head slowly. "She had three legs. Then the twins came. One had only one leg with two feet, the other had no legs at all. The last was Suzie. A girl. Well, she looked like a girl. Had breasts, feminine curves, voice... A girl. But she came with the dick that Harry left. Didn't have a vagina, didn't have a womb. Freaks of nature... all of them. But I got the last laugh. I literally laughed as I watched the very essence drain right out of that god. You see, nobody crosses Reynard Wyatt." He growled.

The Lord Command didn't add his greatest regret though. He'd never regretted more, not giving another entity a quick death. If he'd done that with the god, he wouldn't have been in his current predicament. He'd been so angry at the god when his sixth child was born he'd decided to acquired enough strength and power to seek revenge for what he'd done to his children. And no one stood a chance if Reynard Wyatt went out of his way to plan and prepare for them. Not even a god. When he finally held the life essence of that god in his palm, Reynard couldn't help but gloat, taunt and goad.

In hindsight, he shouldn't have drawn it out...made fun of the god as he struggled in his final moments. He shouldn't have given him the chance to speak. Because that was when the god had given that stupid prophecy. According to the prophecy, one of Reynard's children would wipe him out of the world and bring his clan to ruin. He'd been given the year and told to expect his end at the end of that year. Well, the year was finally here but it wasn't even the end of the fucking year yet. Even in death, the wicked god had fooled him again.

"So back to you son." The sinister smile was back on Reynard's face. "What freaky feature do you have?"

"Was it easier to kill them because you saw them as freaks?" Ryan asked in a cold voice.

"They had to die for the greater good," Reynard said dryly. "I mean hey, they were my kids, right? I had the right to decide their fate. I sure as hell wasn't going to wait around for one of those freaks to kill me. Now, that would have been downright foolish don't you think?" He laughed. "But you...you managed to slip into the world and go unnoticed." He laughed again as if something was really amusing. "That pathetic, dull-faced, slip of a girl. Emma. Interesting." "Don't you dare talk about her in that way." Ryan growled, taking a step forward.

"I'll talk about her anyhow I want," Reynard growled right back, relaxing in his seat. "The one time I decided to show some kindness and then this happens. You see, no one wanted her. No man would touch her with a long pole. I'm actually surprised she's your mother. 'Cause she was one ugly bitch."

At Ryan's angry growl, Reynard smiled. The boy was getting angry which was a good thing. Anger made people make mistakes. He could have bet his last cent that the boy had some sort of deformity but he didn't need to see it to know that the boy was his son. That hair, those intense green eyes...all his children had them...just as he did. And if he was indeed his son...as he already knew within his bones that he was, then his end had indeed come. Prophecies somehow always found a way to come true. But the warlock also knew that a person's actions could change his destiny. Well, he could change his by turning the table and defeating Ryan. If he'd known about the existence of a son, he would have prepared for him and beat that prophecy, just as he'd prepared for that god and Jeremy Stanton.

The alpha of Stanwood Pack would have been dead already if he'd had the balls to come and face him. But the coward had sent his mate, who happened to be his son and potentially, his killer. He had to use his experience to beat the boy otherwise that prophecy would come to pass. And what better way to go about it than to get Ryan so angry he fucked up by making mistakes? In fact, that was his best bet because much as he'd been ready for Jeremy and his Ojah nonsense, he had no idea how to handle Ryan. His plan was to get to his prisoners and absorb their souls, to give him the strength he needed to face his son. The soul of the young werewolf, Troy, especially, would help a lot since Reynard was not fighting against just any pack. He was fighting against werewolves from Troy's pack.