Tasting Darkness

Read Taming Darkness By Jessica Hall Book 3 Chapter 3 – My hearing is the first to go; I am met with total darkness and utter
silence for what felt like eons as his memory flickered to life. Blinking, I find we are in the mess hall, only it looks different. In his
memory, it is some kind of ballroom, with heavy drapes covering the windows and a crystal chandelier glistening under the light,
casting the ground in orbs of light as the sun shone in. “Now, Darius,” comes a deep, booming voice. Darius shakes his head.
“No, please, father,” he begs. He must be about six years old. The room looked huge out of his eyes as he peered at the back of
his father’s throne, which satin the center of the room. His father looks over his shoulder, leaning over to peer around his chair. “I
said now! Either them or you?” his father snarls at him.

Darius shuffles his feet, drops his head, and moves closer to his father. His father grabs his shirt, hauling him in front of the
throne. Darius sniffles and his father hits him up the back of the head. “Get on with it. Tell me what you see?” he snaps at his
son, and Darius finally lifts his gaze.
When he does, I find a man and a woman on their knees, both beaten and bl***dy. The woman’s long dark hair cascaded to the
floor, creating a veil and shielding her face. The man stared at Darius’s father as if he wanted to kill him.
“Find the boy, Darius,” his father booms, kicking Darius in the backside. Darius whimpers and moves toward them, his fingers
outstretched, and I gasp. He had magic, actual magic. I could feel it writhing through him. Powerful and strong. He had already
manifested, or if not, he would have been a force to be reckoned with when he had.
“You ba***rd, you f****king ba***ard. We told you we have no son! Haven’t you taken enough from us?” the man on his knees
screams. Darius flinches. “Ignore him, son. Either you find the boy, or you go back in the chair,” Darius’s father tells him. The
man looks at Darius. His eyes soften slightly, almost in pity for him.

Darius observes him, his aura black as charcoal, and he looks at his father, confused. “They changed?” he says. “Yes, we killed
the harmony side, which is why we need to find the boy,” his father answers him. For a child, Darius, I could see, was far more
intelligent than the average six-year-old.
I could tell Darius was petrified of whatever his father meant by the chair, making me wonder. “Find the boy, and I will let you go
see Lucy, but only if you find him,” Darius’ father tells him, an image of a newborn baby flits through his mind briefly and I know it
must be his sister. His heart beats faster at her name before he turns to face the man and woman. Guilt smashes into him. Yet
he wanted to see his sister.
“Remember why we are doing this, son,” Darius’s father reminds him. Yet some part of him didn’t believe his father.
Nevertheless, he steps forward and places a hand on the man and woman’s heads. He closes his eyes when suddenly images
flicker before his eyes. The woman and man starts sobbing when an image comes forth and takes shape, and I blink in shock.
Darius looks around the room, yet I have seen it before. Déjà vu hits me, and it only takes me a moment before I figure out why.
It was an orphanage. Darius pinpoints the location where he feels the brightest energy, a power similar to his. He follows it,
virtually walking through the place, just by merely touching them he had a connection to their child.
When he stops beside a bed. What I wasn’t expecting was to see a face I had already seen before. It was Kalen. Darius watches
him sleep for a second. Seeing the boy, he knew what would become of him. He knew what would become of his parents. His
parents were no longer Harmony-Fae, but Dark-Fae and Darius knew his father did something bad to them.
Darius jerks out of their heads, jerks out of the vision he saw. “Where is he?” his father instantly demands as his eyes focus on
the man and woman at his feet. Darius swallows, peering down at them.
The woman s*bs, dropping her gaze, while the man’s eyes stare off vacantly.
“He’s dead,” Darius lies. The man’s eyes flick to him. His lip quivers when Darius does something I didn’t believe possible,
proving the magnitude of his power. He speaks to Kalen’s father, his voice in his head, much similar to how Kalen tampers with
auras. “I’ll keep him safe,” Darius tells him. Kalen’s father inhales sharply. When hands grab a hold of Darius, his father shakes
him. “What did you see? Where are they hiding him?” his father bellows.
“He’s dead,” Darius repeats; his father slaps him, not liking the answer.
“He can’t be dead. Look again; I know they had a child,” he growls. His father turns, reaching for the woman’s hair when Darius
wipes his lip.

“They killed him, trying to change him to a White-Fae,” Darius lies, and his father’s hand stops. He looks at his son. His father
glares at him before his brows pinch in the middle.
“How?” his father questions. Darius swallows. He would be taking a total stab in the dark. He didn’t know how to kill off the part
that made him Harmony-Fae.
He glances at them, but his father grabs his face. “You better not be lying to me?” His father sneers, and Darius whimpers, his
father’s nails digging into his face.
Darius says the first thing that comes to mind. “They drowned him in the bath,” Darius manages to get out. His father watches
him, and Darius holds his breath when his father lets him go. Darius goes to run away when his father grabs him by the collar of
his shirt.
He shoves him toward them. “Since they killed him, you can kill them. About time, I made you into a man, ” Darius’ father says.
“He’s just a boy,” Kalen’s mother rasps in outrage.
“So was your son, yet you had no issue killing him, or is that a lie, Darius?” Darius’ father sneers at them. Darius stiffens,
knowing his father is testing him. Darius has never killed anyone before, nor did he want to.
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He shakes his head. “Good, then you have no issue killing them,” he waves his son forward. “Burn them alive?” his father
nudges him.
“What?” Darius whimpers. “I said to burn them alive or give up the boy,” so his father didn’t believe him and this was a test to see
if he is lying.
“He’s dead, though,” Darius tells him.
“Then you will have no issue killing them. They are monsters,” his father waves him to do his bidding, and Darius trembles.
“It’s okay, son,” the man tells him, and tears pr*ck his eyes. Yet the man’s gaze softens, and he nods slightly, reaching for his
wife’s hand. “Please, father, I don’t want to do it,” he begs.
“You will, or-” his father doesn’t finish, and Darius faces them. The woman tilts her head.

“It’s okay, sweetie, don’t be punished for our crimes,” she says, but Darius knows they have no crimes that need to be paid. His
father was just a monster. A cruel king.
Darius hiccups a s*b before shutting his eyes. He flicks his wrist, and he feels the heat of the flames that engulf them. Silent
tears slip down his cheeks as he makes a silent prayer to save their son from his father. The smell of burnt hair makes him gag.
And their screams would forever haunt him and me. I feel sick at what I just witnessed when I feel the energy around me
shudder, and I am suddenly moving on to the next. And it is no better than the last.
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