Kryillos: Ascension, #7

By Hayden West

I am a Throne. I met out deserving punishment when ordered, yet I believe in submission and peace. My orderly life is tossed around when I go after an innocent to save him and we end up in Hell together. I have to keep him alive until others arrive to help us escape. I will not leave without him. however, when we are free of this place, I do not want him to leave me.

I am…

Kryillos

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hayden West
• Release date: Oct 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393185208

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Chapter One

Kryillos angled himself on the wind, allowing the currents to carry him higher. He enjoyed the feel even as he acknowledged it should not matter. As he had been created for a purpose, enjoyment was not one of those things.

It was a nice emotion, he supposed. Something lesser beings felt, and many times allowed to control them.

This was an activity that soothed him. As was with many of the others he had become unceasingly uneasy by all of these attacks on his kind.

This was a way of relaxing to him. Making it where he didn’t have to answer to anyone or anything other than nature. The wind had a mind of it’s own. He could control some of it at times but if it wished to slam him to the ground, he’d be in a difficult position to ward that off.

There was always danger and for that, he wasn’t going to stop flying. Closing his eyes, he drifted along, body instinctively making small adjustments to keep him where and how he wished to be.

Kryillos.

The intrusion wasn’t welcome, but he didn’t snap back. All he did was open his eyes, gaze around once more at the empty vastness surrounding him.

I am here.

He didn’t recognize the voice calling to him, but he did recognize the power within it.

We have need of a Cheribum. Are you able to be of assistance?

Of course. It didn’t matter he had no idea where they needed him, he was to help. Where are you?

We are in what the humans refer to as the Russian steppes. Come there and you will find us.

He still wasn’t sure who had sent him the call, but he immediately changed his course, winging up and hard to break free of the current anchoring him. Before the attacks had begun, their kinds typically remained with their own but since they’d started, there was more of a joint camaraderie between them.

I am on my way.

Thank you.

He had speed so what may seem like a while for him, wasn’t. And while he was not as swift as say some of the warriors, he wasn’t the slowest with wings either.

The steppes were much colder than some of the places he visited when down on earth. Again, not something that bothered him, however, he did smile as he winged low over the snow, his feathers whipping up the powder.

With a powerful thrust, he rose again and worked a small circle trying to figure out where they were. He could sense one, again, unsure as to who it was, but he trusted his gut and went in that direction.

He got closer and while the steppes weren’t exactly teaming with life, it felt even more barren than he would have expected. Like even the animals had gone into hiding from something they were scared to face.

Kryillos rose higher, not liking how being close to the earth made him feel.

I am here.

We see you, come. Land.

Where are you? I cannot lay eyes on you.

Zander Ellis rolled his head on his shoulders, determined that the ache wouldn’t stop him from finishing up what he needed to do. There were so many custom orders left he had to do and normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but as he was still recovering from his accident, this was posing to be a bit more of a problem than usual. He rubbed the back of his neck and picked up the remote to turn up the music he had playing throughout his workshop.

There were a lot of people who assumed just because he was a naturalist the listened to nothing more than strings and old hippie or new age music. That wasn’t the case at all.

He loved music period.

Couldn’t play an instrument to save his life, but he did love music.

Right now he had some AC/DC playing and as he worked on grinding down the needed herbs, he allowed his foot to tap in line with the beat. 

The knock on the door wasn’t unexpected although it wasn’t welcome.

I’m in the back, he hollered out all without stopping.

Five seconds later he looked up to see his mother standing there, a frown on her face.

Can you turn that crap off, Zander?

"No. I will turn it down for you though. After he did, he immediately put his attention back on the small glazed dish before him. What can I do for you today, mom?"

I need more.

No you don’t.

He wasn’t sure why he engaged her