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Son of the Darkness XIX /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: More dying people and blood hehehe

Word Count: 3K

Notes: Not so many chapters left. I used my break to go into a writing frenzy and I wrote last chapter and this chapter in sequence ahahahah

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He ran, dropping everything he was holding, pushing forward so fast that his wings almost lifted his body from the ground. The tent was empty, her scent was still recent. His shadows urged him outside, until he was entering Archeron's tent.

The covers from Elain’s bed were dragged along the floor, her scent was tinted with panic, while Y/N’s was mixed with confusion. The other two females appeared a second later. Nesta fell to her knees, sobbing as they saw their middle sister was missing.

“The cauldron took her.” Nesta sobbed.

“Them.” Azriel corrected. “He took them both.” Anger shimmered inside him, burning his heart, he couldn’t think straight, the only coherent thought was to get his mate back.

“We need to get them back.” Feyre said. They all gathered outside the tent. “It was calling her, I saw it in my dreams.”

“Well, it makes sense to take Elain as she was made. But take Y/N too?” Cassian dared to ask what everyone was wondering. Azriel felt the anger burn brighter. He didn’t care about the reason, he would make them pay.

“This doesn’t matter now.” Rhys tried to talk some sense into all of them. “We need to get them back.”

“You can’t.” Nesta said, her voice distant as she looked at something on the ground. “I saw the king and I saw the army, you’re getting killed as soon as you get too close to that camp.”

“I will take them back.” Azriel said, cold fury lacing his words.

“Then you will die.” Nesta snapped.

“I will bring them back.” He repeated more firmly this time. Rhysand approached him.

“Azriel you can’t go, it’s too dangerous!” Rhysand tried to hold his brother back, Az quickly pushing him out of the way.

“I don’t care, he took my mate!” He yelled and Rhysand stepped back, everyone surprised at the statement, Feyre stepped forward, a hand on Azriel’s shoulder.

“I’ll come with you then!”

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The silky nightgown had turned to shreds, mud clinging to her face and hair as they dragged her to the King’s tent. Elain quietly sobbed by her side.

They had tied the Archeron with iron cuffs, and something else that reeked of magic. Y/N however, her cuffs were different, claws digging into her skin, blood pouring from the wounds, her body felt weird, empty. She was hanging from a wooden pillar, the position making it way more painful as the cuffs pierced further her skin.

She tried to move and release her shadows, but nothing came, her body felt weak and unprotected, she didn’t like that feeling. The tent opened and the King of Hybern himself entered, admiring Elain and then placing his eyes on Y/N.

“I’ve heard about you Shadow-Caster, you didn’t think I would be fool enough to not protect myself did you?” Y/N smiled spitting in his face, saliva mixed with blood dripped from the King’s face.

The male just smirked, wiping his face. The punch that hit her face split her eyebrow, blood started to pour from the wound, directly into her eye, she bit the inside of her cheek to control the pain, she wouldn’t give him this satisfaction.

“You would be such a good weapon in my arsenal.” He wiped the blood from her eyes and she moved her head to the side, not wanting to be touched by him. “It’s a shame that my deal states that you need to be killed.”

The king turned around looking at Elain.

“So pretty.” She flinched but the King laughed, turning around and going away.

“I will find a way to get us out.” Y/N spoke and Elain turned to her, her brown eyes looked scared and she just wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be fine.

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Feyre took a calming breath, Azriel following her closely in every shadowy corner he could find. Ianthe was dead, she was sure, the camp just didn’t know it yet, which made it easier to walk around wearing her face.

They watched the soldiers celebrating, singing and drinking around a huge fire. Beaten up and tied against a wooden pole, a female stood. Feyre had to hold the urge to throw up as she saw the scene. Her guts twisting in agony as she looked at the face.

A child of the blessed. The woman moaned in pain, barely moving. Someone screamed in the distance, and Feyre grounded herself in the thought that it wasn’t Elain. She thought about the girl, they could rescue one more, but how would she remove the girl without blowing their cover?

“He’s been looking for you!” A voice startled her and she turned to see Jurian. Feyre looked at the altar that held the girl, and just by the side of the pole, the King of Hybern sat, watching and smiling at the celebration. The urge to throw up came again.

“I’ve been busy with my sisters.” Feyre replied, her voice a few notes different, mimicking every aspect of Ianthe. Jurian looked at her up and down, his eyes looking at Azriel’s siphon resting on her forehead. “Where is she?” She whispered.

“You’ve been flirting with me for weeks, act like it.” Jurian mocked. Feyre rested his hand on his arm and the male laughed again. “I doubt that’s how you won Rhysand’s heart.”

“Where is she?” She demanded again.

“Safe, untouched. Can’t say the same about the other one.” The shadows behind her moved and she had to tell Azriel to calm down. “He was surprised when the cauldron took her, but it was the only way to get the other one. He came out here to think about what to do with your sister while those pigs had their time with Y/N.”

Feyre stiffed, Elain was just a bait to get what they really wanted. Did they plan to use the cauldron to change her mind? Force her to work against them? Could they do it? Screams caught her attention again, and she turned to the tent, two guards dragged a body out. A blonde male stumbled out after the guards.

“Do you know them?” She asked Jurian.

“They came to the King a few weeks ago, they wanted her and in return they would give an army to the king.” He simply answered. “As you may have guessed, they’re inside. Hurry.”

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The tent had opened again, and she couldn’t hold back the scoff that came out of her, of course they would do something like that.

“Why am I not surprised? That’s what you two have always been, rats in search of crumbs, feasting on any leftovers you can find, I think it’s quite pathetic.” Illipetor’s face contorted in anger.

“Yet, you’re the one at our mercy.” The older male approached her. “The King is a very generous man. He kills you and that bastard, we give him the Night Fall and I become High Lord.” Y/N laughed.

“You’re still holding onto that little fantasy? That anyone in the Court of Shadows would accept you as their leader?” Illipetor’s hand slapped her face, making her laugh even more.

“They won’t have a choice.” She rolled her eyes.

“Worked so well for you last time.” He grabbed her face.

“You always needed to learn manners, a savage bitch just like your mother.” The grip on her face grew stronger. “I’ll love to see her legacy be erased from history. No one will remember her and most certainly no one will remember you.”

“Just because you’re a traitor asshole, you think that everyone is like you, and that’s what you don’t understand. People are loyal to me, in a way they will never be to you, but you can try.” He slapped her once again and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

“You talk too much. Especially for someone that clearly doesn’t have any chances here.” The male turned around. “And what do we have here?” He eyed Elain. “Luther will certainly be happy to have you as a bride.”

Elain watched in silence, her eyes glued to the male’s face, a little smirk adorning her face as Y/N forced her body up, blood ran down her arms even more as she did it. She swung forward, grabbing Illipetor and forcing him back with her. Y/N locked the male in between her thighs, squeezing the air out of his lungs, if her shadows couldn’t do it, she would be a little old fashioned.

The male tried to get out of the iron grip, Elain watched the life be drained from him. Y/N moved her legs again, and the male’s neck snapped in two, she let it go, and the lifeless body fell to her feet.

“Hey Luther, you’re coward fucker, come inside, I have a surprise for you?” She yelled and the male entered the tent a few seconds later, his eyes falling to his dead uncle.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH.” He spat, his fist connecting to her face a few times while she laughed, she knew this would drive him even more insane. “If you would only behave, I could’ve given you everything, but you can’t even act like a decent female.” He said, holding her by the hair. “You wasted your chance, I’ll kill you.”

“I’ll open you like the pig you are, and you’ll be begging for my mercy.” She spat the blood on the corpse laying on the floor. “I would be fast if I were you, rotten things tend to decompose faster.” The male screamed at her, two guards appearing and taking the body with them.

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“Say that you want to pray before you rest.” Jurian suggested and Feyre did just that to the guards.

“Be fast.” One of them ordered.

“You have five minutes, take her to the west limit of the camp, there’s a ravine there. I’ll be there.” He promised. “If you hear screams, don’t panic, hopefully you can carry three, High Lord.”

Azriel didn’t answer, not indicating he was there, but he followed Feyre inside. He watched with horror how bruised and covered in blood Y/N was. Stepping out of the shadows he helped her down while Feyre took care of Elain.

“Are you okay?” He asked, wincing as he saw the cuffs.

“Yeah I’m fine, we will think about this later, we need to go.” She urged the four of them.

“Are you sure you can walk?” Azriel checked again.

“I am, let’s just go.” She kissed his cheek.

“We have a problem.” Feyre warned and they looked at her. “ I can’t undo the spell.”

“I’ll carry her, we just have to go.” Azriel said, gently placing Elain on his shoulder, the three of them started to dart out of the tent. Feyre took the lead, Azriel in the middle with Elain and Y/N following close behind.

It took a minute to realise that Azriel was using his shadows to make a cover for them, make them invisible, just enough to create some distance between them and the King.

“Keep running, my shadows won’t last long.” He urged the three, dashing forwards without looking back. Feyre grabbed a bow as they ran past a weapon station, turning to shoot one of the creatures that followed them. Y/N groaned in frustration as she tried to release the cuffs.

“Azriel, dagger.” She asked and the High Lord quickly threw the Truth-Teller her way, she catched, almost missing it. Turning backwards, fast enough to stab the nearest creature, the thing agonised and blood splashed out of the head.

Feyre kept shooting arrows, the commotion waking up everyone in that camp. At this point the shadows had completely dissipated and they were uncovered in the night. The archers aimed against us, thousands of arrows trying to find anything. Azriel projected a shield, protecting them.

Standing near the cliff, the girl from the pole was there. Shaking in absolute fear. Y/N looked at her, there was no way they could get all of them out at once.

“Take Elain home, I’ll take the other girl.” Feyre begged, completely forgetting about his mate.

“I’ll take all of you.” He snapped at her.

“Please Azriel.” She begged again. Her pleads stopped as an ash arrow pierced through her shoulder and she fell to the ground, the king and his man slowly approaching them.

Y/N jumped close to Feyre, holding his dagger up, protecting her friend. Azriel pulled both Elain and the girl close, his heart twisting in his chest as he saw his mate so far away from his reach.

“Torturing you would be very boring.” He pondered, slowly walking closer. “At least the traditional type of torture.” He laughed. “Rhysand will be so mad, knowing I have his mate.” He turned to Y/N. “I like you, I might take my promise back, you’re too good to be killed by ego.”

Two of the creatures jumped on Feyre, Y/N managed to stab one of them but the other was close to digging its rotten teeth on Feyre’s skin. Suddenly a roar sounded by the camp.

Feyre watched Tamlin with surprise, as he took the dogs down one by one, their eyes meeting for just a second. “Run!” He seemed to say. And then Y/N was helping her up, pulling her towards Azriel. Feyre gripped the arrow, yanking it away from her body.

“We need to fly.” Azriel ordered as they were close enough. Feyre looked at him, she needed to do it, and she needed to do it now. Tamlin kept fighting the creatures, his pain filled screams piecing the air.

Feyre took a deep breath, conjuring her wings, flinching with the pain that took over her body.

“Hold onto him and don’t let go.” Elain ordered to the human girl, she quietly obliged, Y/N watched the two females clinging to him, swallowing the jealousy as Feyre offered her a hand.

Azriel jumped to the skies, and Y/N held tight on Feyre’s hand, the two watched as a dog ran past them, its nails digging on Azriel skin. Y/N screamed in agony as she saw the beast clinging to him too, forcing him down. It was Elain that kicked the beast away, sending it to the bottom of the river.

The two ran towards the end of the land, not daring to look back at what was certainly chasing them, Azriel kept yelling instructions, and when Feyre leaped to the sky, holding Y/N by the chains that still held her wrists together, the female sobbed. And Feyre forced her body up.

She could feel the shields, and forcing that magic that Helion gifted her, she exploded on white light, creating just enough space for them to fly out. They held onto each other as Feyre winnowed them away back to their camp.

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She hadn’t managed to get them further, appearing in the limit of the camp. Both Elain and the girl could walk, but Azriel needed help. Y/N almost barked at Elain when she reached for him.

“Feyre needs help too.” She ordered, helping Azriel to his feet. The five of them walked slowly until they reached the healers tent. The inner circle and the High Lords were waiting for them already.

She refused to leave his side, as Ellora slowly patched him up, taking extra care with his wings. Helion was working on freeing Elain and the other female was also being taken care of.

“Hey, you need to rest.” Eva approached her friend. “Or at least shower, you stink.” Y/N laughed. “Thalia is going to watch over him, come with me.” She ordered.

Eva slowly put her towards her tent, a bath waited for her. The witch helped her undress, and she sank in the water.

“Let me take care of this for you.” She held her wrists above water, and Evanore started to work on the intricate spell that held the thing in place and blocked her magic. After 10 minutes, the cuffs fell to the ground and Y/N felt her magic back full force, the wounds starting to heal.

“I killed him.” She confided in Evanore.

“Who?” Her friend asked, rubbing the blood from her arms.

“Illipetor, he and Luther sold me so they could have power.” Eva looked at her friend.

“That’s why the cauldron took you.” She rested her forehead against her shoulder. “I was so scared.”

“I’m not going anywhere. We have more trouble to cause.” Y/N reassured her friend, but truth be told, she also felt scared of not coming back, not seeing her best friend again, not seeing Azriel again.

She pressed her eyes shut, the swelling from the left eye already feeling better. She sat there in silence with Evanore until the water was cold and her belly loudly groaned.

“Get dressed, you should eat.” Y/N allowed herself to be conducted by Eva, eating as much as she could and fetching a plate for Azriel.

His wounds were already closing, just tiny scratches marred the leathery skin of his wings. She cleared her throat and he opened his eyes.

“Hey, you.” He greeted her. She sat by his side, breathing his scent, and feeling the tears falling from her eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.” He reassured, quickly sitting and pulling her closer.

He held her as she sobbed, her head buried in the crook of his neck. He never had someone crying over him before, which made him feel a bit funny.

“I came here to feed you, not be consoled by you.” Azriel stilled.

“Feed me?” He looked at the plate. “Did you cook this?” He looked at her incredulously and she snorted.

“I can cook okay. But for now you have to be happy with whatever the kitchen made for you.” She pushed the plate to him and he took a bite.

“You have to stop scaring me like that, okay?” He asked and she turned to him, watching the ring in his fingers, made with the same stone as her necklace. She grabbed his hand, drawing invisible patterns in it and then kissing the scarred skin.

“As long as this stone keeps glowing, it means that I’m alive and I’m coming back to you.” And just as she finished, both the ring and the necklace started to glow.

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