Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 53

I look to my mates with my mouth probably hanging on the floor.

“So…we’re hellhounds now.” Haiden smirks.

“And rulers of the underworld,” Xavier adds in.

“What the fuck is even happening?” Levi asks no one in particular.

“Luna, are you okay? A first shift for anyone is usually a pretty intense thing…” Noah comes to my side, asking softly.

Before I can answer, the double doors behind us are opened, stealing our attention as we turn around to look down at…what is that? It’s a small creature in tattered rags, with green skin with long pointed ears sitting near the top of its head. It steps inside the hall, the doors closing behind him as he kneels before us, head hung low, not daring to look at us.

“My lords and lady.”

“Uh…hello?” I half question. “Are you Silas?”

“Indeed, my Queen. I am here to serve you.”

“Okay…well that’s great. Would you mind standing up so we can have a proper conversation?”

Slowly, his head rises, as does the rest of his little body, and he tilts his head to the side to look at us properly, but not once in the eyes.

“I understand you must have questions that our late King and Queen might not have answered.”

“Yeah, they didn’t really say much on the whole, ruling the underworld thing,” Haiden says lightly.

“What would you like to know, my lord?”

At that, Haiden puffs his chest out and grins over to the rest of us, and I roll my eyes. Walking closer to Silas, I kneel now in front of him. His eyes widen in surprise.

“My lady, you must not kneel to me!”

“Well, that magical chair thing Hades made disappeared.” I wave my hand behind me, and smoke trails out of my fingertips, creating another chair. “Okay, that was wild,” I mutter, doing it again and again until I have six chairs in a circle, and I motion for Silas to sit with us, ignoring the fact that I just magically created shit out of my fingers. “Okay, tell us. What are we supposed to be doing here?”

“And how do we get home when we want to? Mum’s totally freaking out by now.” Haiden scratches the

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back of his head.

“You are to rule the underworld. We reap the souls of the dead from the mortal realm, they’re sent here through portals into waiting rooms in a state of limbo, where we assess their souls and determine if they are to be placed here, or if they’re to be sent above to the Moon Goddess. You will be able to move through the different planes with these portals, travelling as you wish.”

“That…is…a lot.” I manage to get out.

Silas shrugs.

I hesitate, and he sighs, walking forward and through it, vanishing,

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I look to my mates, equally in awe and bewilderment.

Levi catches my hand. “Together.” He nods.

“Together,” I repeat as we step forward, and that stupid, fucked up falling feeling hits me again until my feet land on solid ground. I look backwards with Levi to the portal where the rest of my mates come stumbling out of. Haiden practically ran through and barrels into Noah’s back as the two fall to the ground. Silas stands with his arms crossed, waiting for us. I take in our surroundings, still holding the piece of paper in my free hand. We’re in some sort of office building, and people are bustling around us, but no one seems to take notice of us; they just walk around us casually like we’re not in their path. Haiden waves at a few of their faces, but they don’t react, just carrying on about their day. I take notice of the fact that we’re most likely around humans, not shifters or other magical beings.

“When you are here to reap souls, only the dead will see you,” Silas answers my unspoken question.

“And how will we see the dead?” I ask, just as I spot a slightly colourless figure in the distance.

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