Chapter Twenty-Five

“I’m here again?” Mackenzie muttered while lying around in the icy cold floors of constellation embedded stone. “Mistress, you need me for something?” He asked towards the emptiness of space.

“I have many things I need to speak to you about,” his mistress stated, “Regarding your parents, your mission, and your power.”

“My… parents?” He choked, “What about them?” He scrambled himself up to give contact to where her voice was coming from.

“My angels are mindless,” Nyx admitted, “I can’t control them, only Terminal could, and well-- he’s long dead. I could direct them, but only so many.”

Piecing it all together, he shuttered. His focus began to scatter “Your angels, huh?”

“I was too late to stop them. They kill anything that doesn’t look like them,” She confessed, “However, I don’t regret anything about that, nor do I think I should apologize for it.”