Fated To Roman: The Almighty Alpha
Fifty-Eight

Cleo's POV

"Ater ignus, fusce fume. Te evoco ut potentium tuam monstres. Cupidibus flammis hic veni. Caelo sub isto, harc arborem consumo. Lucem tenebrasque tuas monstra. Impetuum tuum evoco ad devorandum. Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora. The rightful heir must now give her sacrifice." Nausea rolled over me as Amun recited the words from his leather book. No matter how many times I told myself this was the right thing to do, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Getting to my knees I held my head high awaiting the part I dreaded the most. I had never wanted to admit my heritage, but as the old saying goes 'your past will catch up to you eventually' and mine had.

"Do you young Cleo, daughter and only living heir of our King Hades, accept the duties that accompany your new role? Do you promise to uphold the barrier between worlds, preventing souls from leaving? Will you sacrifice your pure soul to set your reign claiming the throne and all its glory?" It was now or never.

"I do." Before I could blink a sharp pain emitted in my chest. Taking in a deep breath as Amun pulled the ceremonial blade from my chest, a bright light left me absorbing into the blade.

The moment the light was gone I felt different. It was as if my entire body knew a major part of me was now missing. I felt sick, dizzy, and overwhelmed, but I knew this would soon pass as I became accustomed to not having a soul. "Your sacrifice has been accepted by the brotherhood. Long live the Queen." Taking my hand Amun helped me back to my feet just as a roar of cheers came from my new subjects. I was now the ruler of the place I once thought awful. Feeling the rush of power that now flowed through me came the urge to use it. This would be where my struggles would begin. I knew I needed to use this newfound power to get my life back, yet I found myself feeling torn. I wanted to leave while also wanting to stay and begin my life and reign as Queen of the Underworld. The new goddess of hell.

Before I could make a choice, I felt a tug on my heart followed by Roman's voice which was no more than a whisper. It was enough to get my priorities straight. Save Roman now, rule hell later. Roman's POV

The council thought by keeping me locked away, Cleo and my fathers would adhere to their demands. They couldn't have been more wrong, and that only proved how little they actually knew about them.

Neither of my fathers would cave unless there truly was no other choice. Cleo on the other hand would never follow their demands. We may have only known each other less than a year, but in that time, I'd learned so much about her. The determination she carries has shown in everything she has accomplished in our time together. She loves fiercely and I know without a doubt it's the passion that drives her that will save us all.

"Well young man, it would seem your mate has run away. She doesn't care for you, she never did. She played you like a fiddle and you danced to her song. She's not a woman, she's no more than a honey trap."

"Your wrong." There was no point in me losing it because I knew the words he spoke, were lies. Cleo and I were destined to be together, and nothing was going to change that.

"Are we? Your father let her go. It would appear that even he gave up on saving you. Perhaps you are not so different from your mate after all. Both lost causes, abominations."

"You know nothing about me, or about us. Say what you want because I will not break."

Without saying another word one of the elders nodded to the guard, who stood to the side of the room. The guard cut my T-shirt from me and then pushed me off the stool I had been sitting on. Placing my hands on the concrete floor, I braced myself knowing what was going to happen next. This was their second favorite torture technique. The first was the blade we stole to destroy Hades.

"Six lashes ought to do it for now." The second elder hummed in agreement.

The sound of the leather whip slicing through the air let me know to brace myself. As it hit my skin the noise it made bounced around the room temporarily taking my attention from the sting on my back.

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"Again." The guard lifted the whip again and repeated to lash me another five times.

By the time they were done, my vision was blurry as the wolfsbane worked its way into my system. I could feel Balthazar trying to fight off the substance but to no avail. The silver hadn't completely subdued him, but it had weakened him in every sense.

"Now... the demonic mate. Where is she."

"Fuck you!" I felt his signet ring slice into my cheek as he backhanded me.

"Another six lashes might just stir your common sense."

By the time he got to the final lash, I could feel myself beginning to lose consciousness. "Cleo..." her name escaped my lips in the hopes that she could hear it wherever she was.

"Our patience is wearing thin Roman. Tell us where she is NOW!" The air around us grew heavy and warm as the room began to shake. Cracks appeared in the walls as a result.

"Looking for me?" Hearing her voice, I used what strength I had left to raise my head. Standing there was my mate looking more gorgeous than ever.

Cleo moved her arms just as three vines of fire spurted from the cracks in the floor. The elders having felt the power oozing from her took a few steps back.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Cleo, under the authority of the guard you are under arrest." As Cleo laughed her eyes turned black and the lights began to flicker.

"Oh please." Twirling her finger, the vines wrapped around the two elders and the guard. The snarl that left her when she noticed the state of my back had goosebumps rising all over me. "We like to dish out lashes, do we? I think it's turn." Pulling myself to my feet I watched as Cleo picked up the leather whip that was laced with my blood. I watched rooted to the ground as she blew on the whip causing it to ignite, only the flames held a blue hue. Twirling her finger once again she incinerated the robes from the elders and the shirt of the guard revealing their bare skin.

The smell of burnt flesh was quick to perfume the air, as their screams eventually died out. By the time Cleo was finished there wasn't much left which meant nobody would be able to identify them.

"Cleo... we need to get out of here." Her eyes darted to mine before she grabbed my wrist twisting it painfully. "CLEO STOP THIS ISN'T YOU!" As if recognition flashed in her mind, she dropped my wrist, yet her face remained contorted in anger. Placing my hands on either side of her face I bought her face closer to mine. "This is not who you are. Remember who you are."

"Roman... please don't. Not yet there's still things I need to do."

"I know, and once we've finished, I'm getting you back."

"We?" I could see the confusion on her face as easily as I could feel the difference in her through our mate bond.

"Yes, Cleo we. Soul or no soul, I'm with you all the way. I love you."