Page 33 of The Cruelest Undead
Now, she’d be powerful, and so would he.
With a slice to his hand, he let the blood drip over her stone, and he kept saying the words.
“Peto ut venait ad me!” he said, calling for her spirit to come to him.
Oh, he had no use for her body, but he did have use for her knowledge.
And he’d use it to raise his army and find that sword. He was never going back to being weak, broken, or dead.
Never.
Again.
He was going to be powerful as he raised the dead and destroyed Jolie Harcourte.
And Flynn Brogan.
And Jacques Degaul.
There were blood curdling screams as the crypt cracked and a skeleton hand appeared from within.
“Keep going,” she whispered, being the puppet master this man needed.
Oh, and he did.
“Tensuistis me facere iussionem meam!” he shouted, as he bound her spirit to him to do his bidding.
Mathew grabbed the skeleton hand and pulled her from the grave to rebirth her back into existence. He yanked her from the crypt’s cold concrete.
Her body morphed, and she was no longer bones as she stood before him. She had a form, and now, she was tied to him.
Forever.
“You are now alive. Welcome back,” he said, grinning as he was proud of himself.
Marie Laveau, the infamous Voodoo queen, looked around.
“Shall we begin our reign of terror inNew Orleans?” Mathew asked. “You are mine to control.”
The woman couldn’t say no.
Literally.
The ancient spell locked her to him, and she was at his mercy to do his bidding.
Now, her spirit was his to use to get his revenge.
“Let’s get it, Cher,” she said, using her voice for the first time in one hundred and thirty years.
And with that, Mathew began tearing the city apart, starting with the cemetery.
Fate was proud.
Oh, bringing people back was problematic…
But it was worth it.
To see Jolie’s baby never be born, what wouldn’t Fate do?
