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The Game

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“This ring holds the key to so many questions; we need to find out its history where it's from” Macy looked perplexed at the ring between her fingers.

“A problem spell” Harry answered.

“This ring holds the key to so many questions; we need to find out its history where it's from” Macy looked perplexed at the ring between her fingers.

“Yes, rip out its essence,” his pain chocked out the words “just like me”

“what the elders did to you” her voice softened at the realization of how much what they did to his cut deep “to make him

“You felt something for him didn't you” pain stretched words left his mouth “my darklighter,” he spat the word out.

“I... I don't know what I felt,” Macy stuttered out.

“You liked him” his tone growing mildly hostile at the thought.

The thought of Macy being attracted to his other half, wanting his other half in more ways than mere verbal intercourse ballooned what part of his whitelighter nature to fill with the venom of the worst kind. The venom only humans and demons could muster into existence without the use of magic. This venom could turn the closest and warmest of kin-ly blood to the coldest of ice. Its toxicity was deadlier than mixing bleach with ammonia the reaction which creates chloramines.

“Harry,” Macy's mildly stern voice quelled the growing venom swelling in his throat “he was a piece of you.” her voice sweetly said as she tried to reassure harry.

“Yes,” the reminder cut into his heart “because that's all I am now... pieces” harry defeatedly retorted.

His heart and mind both shattered by the truth he had been discovering since his time in Tartarus. What was he now, all he knew of whitelighters how and why they were created?

The painful silence after his words felt eternal though only being a mere 3 seconds, the room felt frozen.

The whitelighter was supposed to be a guardian angel who protects and guides good witches and future whitelighters. His kind was to protect and nurture them for their intended destiny. He was told that person can only become a whitelighter when he or she is destined to be one and fulfils their destiny in life, thus being given the choice to be reborn as whitelighters or move on to the afterlife upon their death. His past told him otherwise he was a crook, an adulterer, and a deadbeat father, not the makings of Angel material. So why was he chosen to become a whitelighter?

“ Let's get on with it, shall we?”

Burying his pain ever more deeply walking to the other end of the command centre leaving the room in silence.