Awakening The Goddess: Book II

Chapter 4: Montu, The War God

Derion

“Montu.” 

“Montu.” 

I shook my head, trying to clear the bloodlust that suddenly overwhelmed me. Flashes of war-torn bodies plagued my mind as my ears rang. I could feel my body on the verge of shifting but it wasn’t Jordan pushing his way to the forefront. 

I couldn’t even feel him anymore. I tried to reach out to him but he was being pushed back into the shadows. I let out a menacing growl as something tore out my body. 

My peripheral vision darkened and I felt myself losing consciousness. My body was too weak to stop whatever is happening to me. I felt myself falling to the ground but I wouldn’t give up that easily. I couldn’t. I braced myself against the wall willing my body to remain upright but it was no use. What is happening to me? I could feel myself slipping into the darkness and it welcomed me like an old friend. 

I need her. I need her light to guide me back.

“Eriana,” I whispered before the darkness took over.

I walked through a field of dead bodies and I took in the sight of blood, limbs, and organs spewed about the land. I reveled in the c*****e, the influence of my power spread about as men and women fought each other to the death. I smiled as I watched the humans impale each other with their swords and when the last man fell, I watched as the light dimmed from his eyes. 

“Montu!” She’s right on time. I continued to walk forward, knowing that ignoring her would cause her to be angrier at me. She was simply enchanting when the fire in her eyes bore into me. It warmed the coldest part of my soul and brought light to the darkness. 

“War God!” She called out for me. I let out an exasperated sigh, loud enough for her to hear but I could never tire of her. In fact, I did this, for her. I just wanted to see her again. 

I stopped and turned, to look down at her. Her beautiful face was twisted into a scowl and it was all for me. She was angry, good. She f****d better when she was angry. 

“Yes, Heret?” I answered innocently. Her nostrils flared and those beautiful amber eyes darkened as her rage threatened to burst from her. 

“Why have you slaughtered so many? My days are full of ferrying and protecting the souls of those that you’ve killed. You need to stop.” I let out a deep hearty laugh that echoed through the sky. She still didn’t understand. I could not stop. Even if I wanted to, the bloodlust was too strong to resist.

“I slaughter them because I can, Heret. Who shall stop me?” I asked, moving closer to her, wrapping my hand around her neck and caressing her cheek with my hand. The brief change in her expression let me know that she enjoyed my touch. I could see her n*****s standing erect as I moved my hand down her arm. 

I laughed again causing her to glare at me with a fierce expression. The way she looked at me with such anger made me want to take her right in the middle of this field. 

“Walk with me, Heret,” I said as I extended my blood-stained hand to her. She looked at my hand in horror then reached for her face. She is so amusing when she’s angry. I watched her as the realization set in and she cursed my name. 

“f**k you, Montu,” she spat as she tried to wipe the blood from her pure white dress. I don’t know why she would want to wipe it away. She looked beautiful covered in the blood of slaughtered men. 

“If you insist,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me. Her dress was surely ruined now, but I did not care. I would rather her walk around naked and covered in blood than dressed in anything at all. 

I lowered my head into the crook of her neck and ran my tongue over the blood that stained her perfect skin. She let out the softest moan and I felt myself harden against her. 

“I want you, Heret,” I whispered in her ear as I grabbed her plump ass. I could tell by the way her body responded to my touch that she wanted me just as much. 

“Not here,” she replied as her hands roamed under my armor. 

“Why not? They are all dead. No one is here to watch us,” I replied, growing impatient. I would never take her against her will, I just wish she cared less about what the other gods thought of her. 

She pushed against my chest as she tried to fight her way out of my grasp. She was strong, but not strong enough. I sighed as I released her from my embrace. 

“I have work to do,” she said, gesturing to the dead surrounding us. 

“Then when Heret? There are many women who throw themselves at me. I could have any of them at any time. I could have many of them at one time, in fact,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest. Her eyes lowered and I knew I made a mistake, but I could not understand why. She never displayed any feelings of jealousy over me. In fact, she never showed any feelings for me except in the late hours. 

“Then have them, Montu,” she said as she turned and walked away. I groaned in frustration as I walked behind her. 

“I do not want them, Heret. I wait for you. I always wait for you. I do all of this,” I said as I copied her previous gesture. 

“For you. Just to be in your presence.” I watched as her face softened at my words. I fell in love with her the moment I felt her presence. She was the light that kept me from slipping into the darkness though I had to commit heinous acts just to be graced with her presence.

“If you wanted my attention, War God, you could have just sent word,” she said with her hands on her hips. “I am sure one of those many women would have been able to find me.” I could hear the malice dripping from her voice and it turned me on more than it should have. 

“My apologies, Goddess,” I said as I snaked my arms through hers, pulling her back into my embrace. “But then you would not have been angry at me. You do that thing with your tongue when you are angry,” I whispered in her ear as she swatted me away. 

“You wait for me but you act as though you are the only man who does. Why should I give you priority over any of them?” I bristled at her words. What other man has seen her bare? What other man has touched her in those places that only I should touch?

“What other men?” I growled. I could feel the bloodlust returning at the thought of someone else warming her bed. 

“Hm,” she said and stared off into the distance. “I need to leave, Montu. I have work to do.” She tried to pull away from me, but I had no intention of letting her leave until she answered my question. 

“What other men, Heret?” I asked again. I am not fond of repeating myself and I would not do it again. If she didn’t answer then I would simply kill every man who came within spitting distance to her. 

“Why do you care, War God? Are you jealous? Do you want me for more than appeasing your carnal desires?” She c****d her head to the side and asked, throwing my words back at me. If I were to ever regret anything in my entire life, it would be uttering those words to her after our first encounter in bed. Even then, I knew I wanted her to be mine.

“No,” I lied.  I wanted her in every way. I want to watch the sunrise across her sleeping face. I want to hold her every night as she falls asleep. I want to live every day loving her knowing she loves me in return. I want it all, but I know that it is impossible. I am who I am and she is who she is. Our natures and duties as Gods would never let us exist in that capacity. 

“Hm.” 

“Heret,” I said as she pushed away from me again, this time I did not stop her. I knew I could not hold on to her forever. 

“I need to go. My clothes are soiled and the dead call for me. Do not kill anyone else, Montu,” she demanded as she slipped from my arms, leaving me cold and alone. I stood there as I watched her herd the souls of the men and women whose bodies laid before me. 

Even in the midst of all of the blood and death, I could not find the comfort that she provided me. I am empty without her. I need her. 

“Derion! Baby, wake up, please!” I heard Eriana’s voice ring out as the sparks ran through my body. I tried to open my eyes but they felt like they’d been cemented closed. My body was heavy and it took all of my strength just to move but I had to. She needed to know that I’m okay. I tried to speak but it just came out as incoherent grunts.  

“Can you hear me, love?” 

“Yes,” I croaked. My throat felt like it was on fire like I hadn’t had a drop of water in weeks. How long had I been unconscious? What the f**k even happened to make me lose consciousness?

“Oh, thank the heavens,” she cried as I felt her wrap her arms around me. I strained to open my eyes, I just wanted to see her even for a second. It took every bit of strength I had, but I pried my eyes open and I could see her, finally. She was as beautiful as the first time I saw her. 

“Hey,” I practically whispered. 

“Hey, you asshole,” she laughed through her sobs. “Are you okay, Derion? What happened?” I shook my head. I didn’t have the energy to explain everything so I just showed her instead. When she’d finally seen everything, from beginning to end she looked even more worried than before. 

“You used to be a real jerk, Montu,” she said with a playful eye roll. I tried to smile but I feel like it came out more as a grimace instead. She ran her hand across my face like she always did and it brought me the comfort that it always had. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, as I raised my hand to touch her face. She grabbed my hand and buried the side of her face in my palm, gently kissing me. 

“It’s ancient history, let’s get you off the floor. It’s not really a good look for an Alpha to be collapsed in his own home. We don’t want any more rumors floating around,” she said as she tried to help me up. I moved to sit up and realized I was still sore from my workout, so I couldn't have been down for too long. I could feel Jordan's presence in the back of my mind so I knew, whatever happened was done. 

Only two questions remained though. What the f**k just happened to me and why couldn't I remember this before now?