Dark Slayer - Christine Feehan [46]
What was put inside of you, Razvan, can be removed. I have done this myself.
Razvan was silent a long moment while Gregori waited for his condemnation. Razvan sighed before he spoke. Sometimes, what started as wrong can be turned to good. I pray that is the case. I am ready, but take no chances that you may open yourself to him.
Ivory began to sing, synching her tones to Razvan’s body’s natural rhythm. Gregori and Ivory matched the beat of his heart, the breath in his lungs, so that the notes flowed through all of them together, vibrating in every cell and organ. Blood rushed in and out of his heart, ebbing and flowing in his veins.
I call to blood flowing, hot like the tide,
Seek that which is dark, holding it still inside.
Pulsing heat, spread and sear,
Cleansing and cleaning that which is unclear.
Like the sound of waves rolling, the chant spread through Razvan’s veins so that heat spread like molten lava, hot and thick and cleansing. Every cell embraced the steaming inferno, muscles and organs reaching for it. The heat gathered steam, rising, picking up speed as the song changed tempo. The notes provided the cleansing, each of them tuned to the exact same rhythm so that only that small dark splinter hiding in his veins, running before the purifying heat, was discordant.
Gregori moved quickly now that the splinter was running, murmuring the words to exorcise Xavier from Razvan’s body. He trapped the tiny fragment so that it couldn’t burrow or hide, his words holding it prisoner.
Ivory began to sing again, the notes changing to those of immense power, her words resonating throughout Razvan’s mind. Gregori’s voice joined hers, in perfect harmony, and then counterpointing, calling, commanding.
We seek that which is dark, that which has lain fallow.
We command you forth from the darkness and shadow.
We command you, Xavier, come forth into the light.
We abolish every part of you, Xavier, from Razvan’s mind.
Razvan could hear, as if from a great distance away, the sound of Gregori and Ivory’s voices rising, the notes tuned exactly to his body’s rhythm, the words powerful and commanding. He knew words were powerful. Names. He heard them call to the high mage, the name reverberating through his mind, demanding he leave, demanding their bitter enemy leave and not return. He heard the ancient Carpathian language, the beat of his heart, his pulse, and knew he wasn’t alone.
Gregori and Ivory walked with him, striding toward the parasitic fragment with absolute confidence and mastery. He actually felt the moment the splinter rolled into a ball, desperate to escape the trueness and purity of the cleansing words. Once again it was Gregori who drove the fragment into the holding prison with the first one.
Ivory’s song changed. Her voice grew soft and loving as she called on memories of her lost childhood and strong brothers holding her close. She remembered the love she had for her family, intense and consuming. She poured that love into her song. Her voice was powerful and persuasive, bringing tears to the eyes of all who heard.
Heart that is pure with body worn,
I find you beautiful standing tired and alone.
I give you my heart, I will shed your tears,
Take my hand, I will hold all of your fears.
I give you my word, no bindings attached,
I give my love freely so no harm may attack.
Having fought a long war, withstanding many sorrows,
Know that though you are weary, I am your tomorrow.
Cling to my words, hear the song that I sing,
Let it sink deep that you may find peace once again.
She changed her words, singing tribute to a warrior, strong and pure and all alone in a world of madness. Honor drove him, love of his sister, of his people, a code that he refused to break no matter what was done to him. She sang the song of tribute to a warrior, love pouring into every note. The more she moved through Razvan’s memories and saw his life, the way he struggled to maintain honor in the madness surrounding him, the way he barely clung to sanity when