His Dark Angel (Fated Love Series Book 2)

Enveloped by Darkness

Eva's POV

It was literal Hell. The month spent without him felt as if the fires formed from Hell's power engulfed my heart leaving it a blackened ember of what it once was.

Each day the pain worsened. My parents did everything they could to embrace me in the great light they held. I refused to allow a single glimmer to brighten the charred remains of my heart.

I had to spread this agony but first I needed to control it. There was only one way I could learn. Early on the 24th morning I snuck from the house and headed straight to the decrepit café. I knew my mentor would be waiting for me and waiting he was. As soon as I entered the building dark energy surrounded me and my vision went black.

It was similar to the visions I had in the past but those I was in control. This time Joe powered the message and it was obvious who was superior.

“Hello Eva, what a mess you have made. I told you if my son’s heart was darkened I would come for you and here I am."

The dark warlock overpowered my senses. All I could feel was my heart’s inferno searing away any chance at redemption.

“I did everything I could to stop this. I am here to find out how I can bring him back. My heart is already darkened. Please stop!” I pleaded.

The suffering was becoming unbearable.

“You wanted to be dark, to spread the despair and anguish you feel without your parents getting in your way. This is how I felt. This is what you must endure in order to succeed. Embrace the pain and you can bring him back. Jasper will be fighting his despair. As you learned, he has done this before. In order to retrieve Jasper from limbo you will need to engulf him in darkness. Once you are both fully enveloped, Hell's power will allow you to return.”

“I do not know how to control this dark energy. The pain is too much!”

“If you love him you will learn. The sooner the better dear Eva because if not he will be stuck in Limbo and I will be coming for you,” Joe stated before cutting our link.

I found myself collapsed on the stained linoleum floor of the café with my black wings cocooning my body. Jasper's father was not lying when he claimed to be capable of harming me despite being dead, unable to return.

I left the café on a mission to take hold of my darkness, allow the pain to guide me.

The following six days I spent locked in my room. Despite my heart depleting itself of light before Jasper's death I still used my Heavenly powers. I now needed to learn to take control of the energy Hell provided which was a difficult task. Spreading my fully black wings I would stand in the center of my room and focus all my power. At first the pain was unbearable but every day it became slightly more manageable. Thirty days after losing my fated I knew it was time. Instead of the inferno attacking my heart I could feel it vibrating around my body. My power was immense and filled with all the gloom-ridden energy which engulfed me.

At 3am I moved to Jasper's bedroom where his body lay. My mother had preserved him using her heavenly powers. Sitting next to his corpse I Grasped his cold lifeless hand before beginning my journey to Limbo to retrieve my fated love.

The void was infinite but thankfully my gifts guided me to Jasper's spirit.

I could feel my dark powers igniting, my personal inferno strengthened every minute I spent in Limbo. I instinctively knew when I was ready to return my love’s soul to his waiting body.

My heart shattered as I watched him struggle to lift his spiritual hand and place it in mine. I knew the darkness would bring agony as he was fighting the energy slowly overtaking his heart. Despite the pain I had to bring him back. Grasping his hand tightly I released a massive wave of power, engulfing both his and my hearts with darkness.

Once again the pain was agonizing but what made it worse was hearing Jasper’s screams as we returned to the land of the living.

Opening my eyes I turned to see Jasper breathing heavily but still not awake. His now dark powers had healed the wound on his head but it was going to take time for him to regain consciousness. Locking his door I stayed with him, counting each breath, feeling each heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. Twelve hours, 57,623 heartbeats and 10,084 breaths later I felt movement beneath my head. Sitting up I held tightly onto his hand as his body began to convulse causing panic to grip me. As his movents slowed Jasper's eyes shot open and I gasped. His previously hazel eyes were pitch black.

Slowly my fated love rose from the bed and turned to face me.

“Hey baby girl, you got your wish,” he said before pushing his body on top of mine, grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the bed.