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A/N: Yesterday, I saw the new Infinity War movie. It was so good! If you haven't seen it yet, you should. Plus, please review. This is an extra-long chapter; a lot is happening within it. Hopefully you enjoy it! Shout out to calabaza-azul, per your suggestion, all eyes are on Erik. ; )

Chapter Ten: Slayers

Erik held his future queen within his arms, he stared deeply into her eyes and found himself to be mesmerized by them. The wound on her leg had been magically mended. Nevertheless, he couldn't understand how the herb had managed to heal her eyes as well, but he was grateful for her sight. For the first time since he had met her she could see him. He loved how her eyes widened with delight as she took in his features.

"You are breathtaking." She said. As she reached out and touched his face with trembling hands. "Is this real, or am I still dreaming?"

"Dreaming?" Erik asked perplexed. "Tell me about your dream?"

She considered for a moment her dream, before she decided to share her experience. It was all so strange, but it felt real. She had accepted it at the time as it being just a dream, but now that she was fully awake she questioned her experience.

"You weren't dreaming." Stated the healer, who had given her the elixir. "You had crossed over into the spirit realm, and all that you witness was real." Ashtyn considered her words, then she spoke about her experience on the other side.

In the spirit realm she felt as if she had simply appeared; for she didn't remember walking to get to her destination. Nevertheless, her biggest concern wasn't the method of her arrival, but where she had arrived. She was in the backyard of her childhood home. Ashtyn thought about the fact that she could see. This detail is what initially made her believe that she was dreaming. She could always see in her dreams, so this was all the evidence that she needed to prove to herself that what she was seeing wasn't real. She then noticed someone who was busy tending to the garden, just behind her home. Ashtyn monitored the person's movements, familiarity was what she felt as she continued to watch. Then, as if the person had sensed Ashtyn's presence, she suddenly turned around to look at her.

Ashtyn's heart stopped, because the person who she saw looking back at her was her mother.

"Mama?" She croaked out. She couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't dreamt about her in months, and only then had she only relived the dark days of her youth, seeing her arguing with her father. Yet, here was her mother, happily gardening as she remembered her loving to do, when Ashtyn was young and with her sight. A radiance shined from her and she smiled brightly, as recognition dawned on her as to who Ashtyn was.

"My baby." She said. She brought her hand to her mouth and tears of joy began to flow from her eyes. The two quickly closed the gap between them to embrace each other in a hug. Ashtyn hadn't expected for her mother to feel as tangible as she did, but her mother's form was solid. She didn't want to question it, because somehow, she feared that she would disappeared if she did. There were so many things that she wanted to say to her, so many things that she needed her mother's advice on…namely her relationship with Erik.

"Mama, I have missed you." Ashtyn uttered, as tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. She felt her mother's gripped tighten around her in response. She had missed her as well, but they were now together, and they would take full advantage of their moment in time.

"I have been watching over you baby. I am so proud of you."

"You watch me?"

"At times." Ashtyn felt a little nervous about what her mother had possibly witnessed as of late. Her mother smiled knowingly, "I don't watch during very private moments, if that makes you feel any better." Ashtyn was relieved that she had said what she had said; but was utterly embarrassed that she had to say it to give her some comfort. "I've seen glimpses of this new man in your life. He has a very dark aura around him." She ended with a hint of concern within her voice.

"He has a better heart than he pretends to have." Ashtyn said, defending him.

"But is his heart tender towards you?" Ashtyn felt her soul shudder as she pondered her mother's question. She knew that his heart was harden in many ways, especially when it came to his willingness to forgive. Yet, he was trying to be as open with her as possible, and she knew wholeheartedly that he loved her.

She met her mother's eyes, and said, "His heart is the most open when I am with him. He needs me in every way imaginable…and I need him too." Her mother listened to her declaration of her love for Erik. Then she nodded her head in understanding. If she had any additional objections, she had chosen not to verbalize them. The two sat and talk, for what felt like an eternity. Her mother told her about her life in the afterworld; and how she usually could be found tending to her garden.

Yet, their conversation somehow managed to find its way back to Erik. Her mother was curious about him, and though she didn't outwardly say anything negative. Ashtyn knew that she was asking questions because she was worried about her. Her mother had seen enough of her life with Erik to know that it wasn't typical in the slightest. She gave a disapproving look when Ashtyn had blurted out that he had kidnapped her, apparently that was one of the times that her mother wasn't watching.

However, when Ashtyn spoke about how powerful, and beautiful he made her feel; her mother's face lit up. She suddenly interrupted Ashtyn's romantic ramblings when she said, "You really do love him."

Ashtyn paused and smiled, "With all my heart." Just then the sunny sky became dark. The landscape, at the opposite end of the backyard started to transform into a vast wilderness. Yet, Ashtyn's mother's utopia remained intact where they stood. Ashtyn approached the changed environment with caution, despite her mother's request for her to remain by her side. However, Ashtyn felt drawn to the mystical land, it pulled at her…daring her to come near. She had nearly crossed over into the newly transformed landscape when she suddenly heard a low growl, coming from the top of one of the newly created trees.

Ashtyn looked up to discover the illuminous-eyes of a leopard, staring back at her. Ashtyn should've been fearful, but she wasn't. Instead she found herself intrigued by the big cat. So, she remained still as she watched the leopard, who seemed to be enamored with her as well. Then without warning it jumped down from its perch, and leisurely made its way towards Ashtyn. By then her mother had made her way to stand by Ashtyn's side. Her mother wanted her to move away from the large creature. Yet, Ashtyn somehow knew that the leopard meant her no harm. Even so, Ashtyn's movements towards the leopard were guarded, she cautiously reached out to stroke the beast's soft mane. The large cat purred in responds to the physical contact, as it leaned into her touch. Ashtyn smiled while her mother stood still in absolute shock.

"None of this should be here." Her mother cautioned. "This is my resting place. What land is this?"

Ashtyn looked around, while she continued to pet the leopard, as if it was nothing more than a house cat. Then it dawned on her where they were. "Mama, this is Wakanda."

"How can this be…" Her mother started to question, but then she cut herself off as she began to realize what had happened. "Your connection with this man is stronger than I thought. The love you two share transcends time and space. This is the reason why his influence can be felt even within this realm. Somehow your two souls must have become intertwined."

Ashtyn turned to look at her mother, who seemed bewildered by the notion. Yet, the revelation of her mother's claim had led Ashtyn to a level of peace that she hadn't expected. The thought that they were connected despite being separated was comforting to Ashtyn. She always felt a strong bond with him, from the very first moment that they had met. To see the evidence of their bond manifested before her eyes was amazing.

Just when things were once again becoming somewhat peaceful, the entire afterworld began to break apart like puzzle pieces. Ashtyn looked around to see the fragments of her presumed dream drifting away into the unknown.

"Mama?" She asked.

"It is time for you to go." Her mother replied. Ashtyn reached out to her mother, and the two grasped hands. The leopard, whose Ashtyn's other hand was on dematerialized before her eyes. Its essence transformed into a mist that began to drift towards her. Not at all alarmed she allowed for the mist to draw close to her, until it was near enough for her to breathe it in. A surge of what she could only described as pure power travelled throughout her body. She shivered feeling the strange sensation coursing throughout her veins. "The leopard has bonded with you. It is your spiritual animal guide and will forever be a part of you from now on." Her mother explained. Ashtyn knew then that whatever she was experiencing was coming to an end. Yet, she didn't want to let go.

"Mama…wait I don't quite understand. Please I don't want to go." Ashtyn pleaded, but her mother gently took her into her arms and hugged her. She told her that she loved her, and they would see each other again. It was the last thing she remembered, before waking up and discovering that she was no longer sightless.

Erik listened intently. He was amazed by her tale but didn't doubt her story. For he knew that something supernatural must have taken placed, because she was no longer blind. Again, he was taken aback by her radiant eyes. He only wished he had the words to say something, to convey his gratefulness to whatever force had blessed his lovely Ashtyn with sight, but he was speechless.

"Say something." Ashtyn urged.

"Words cannot properly express my feelings right now." Erik answered truthfully.

"Then kiss me, so that I may share your emotions." Erik smiled, knowing that he could do that. He leaned in and they shared a quick, but passionate kiss. Ashtyn smiled back at him, loving the admiration that he held within his eyes for her. Indeed, he was pleased with her gift of sight, though she was curious how she must have looked to him. Apparently, her eyes were somewhat alarming, for he had gasped at the sight of them. "May I see myself?" She asked. Erik nodded, and they crawled to the edge of the pond, that flowed throughout the compound.

Using the pond as a mirror she viewed herself, she too gasped. Her eyes were alive with the same vibrant purple, that could be found growing from the petals of the heart-shaped herb. Beyond her eyes she saw the grown-up version of herself, her dark skin was flawless, and her beauty was every bit of what Erik had described her to be. She looked at him expectantly.

"I told you that you were lovely beyond compare." He stated, matter-of-factly.

"So are you." She replied. He stared at her with a lustful intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Do you always look at me like you are doing now?" She asked.

"Yes." He answered tightly. He was aroused, and she could tell what he wanted to do. Yet, there was the matter of him finalizing his kingship, by ingesting the heart-shaped herb for himself. He had allowed for her to take it, due to her injury, but in truth the herb was meant for him.

"It is your turn to journey to the spirit world, my love." Ashtyn said. He smiled a wicked grin, as a promise of things to come once they were alone. Indeed, he was a devious bastard and would without a doubt want to explore her new-found sight in ways that she couldn't even possibly imagine. Yet, business must come first, this they both knew. He was then guided to the sands, much like Ashtyn had been, and given the elixir; just as Ashtyn was given moments before.

"You are to stay seated before me. I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours upon my awakening." He commanded. Ashtyn smiled, but rolled her newly functioning eyes at him. He smirked, loving her feistiness. "I thought that I had broken you of your sassiness." He remarked. Ashtyn recalled him asking if he had, "broken her yet", right after he had devoured her, causing her mind-blowing orgasm.

"Some habits aren't easily broken." She smugly replied. Oh…how he felt challenged by her reply, and only smirked knowingly as the healers covered his body with the sands. One day soon, he would make her begged for him, and then punish her with a marathon of love-making. She was going to learn not to tease him, but he knew that he would have to teach her.

Once Erik was under, the time passed by slowly. The healer, the one who spoke to her about her dream being real, was obviously nervous about the transition of Erik becoming their new king. Ashtyn couldn't blame her, after all he had just slain their king and high priest. Though, Ashtyn had been out of it; when they had first arrived at the sacred hidden compound, she knew that Erik wasn't pleasant towards her. Ashtyn wanted to make amends, she wanted her to know that things weren't going to be so terrible under his rule.

"I am Ashtyn." She introduced herself to the healer. "May I ask what your name might be?"

"I am Zoya." She answered tightly. Clearly, she didn't trust Ashtyn either, but Ashtyn wanted to make a connection with the woman.

"I am pleased to meet you, Zoya. Thank you for saving my life."

"I didn't have much of a choice." She answered. Zoya wasn't making Ashtyn's job of smoothing things over easy. Yet, Ashtyn didn't give up.

"Well, despite the pressured that you experienced. I am grateful for your help." The woman looked at Ashtyn with an unreadable expression, but then gave her a small smile in return. Ashtyn smiled back feeling that they had made a small step in the right direction. Then suddenly the sands began to stir, and the healers quickly attended to their new king. Ashtyn too, assisted in dusking off the sands from his body. When he opened his eyes, they were wild with emotion. Ashtyn wondered what he had seen on the other side. Whatever, he had seen must had lit a fire within him because he behaved like a man possessed. He pulled himself from the sands, and had barely acknowledged Ashtyn, despite his request for her to be the first person he wanted to see when he awoke. Something had changed, and he was acting oddly.

He viewed the field of heart-shaped herbs. Erik marveled at the power that he felt growing within him. His encounter with his father had shaken him. His father was still trapped in their small apartment, back in Oakland. He seemed somewhat regretful of his past actions and seem as if he felt only pity for Erik. Erik felt that he should have been proud of all that he had accomplished, even without his parental guidance. Instead of praising him, his father had asked why he didn't cry for him. Yet, he managed to shed a single tear, once his father's question had touched that spot within him that was still vulnerable, despite his best efforts. The same spot that Ashtyn had touched. He didn't like feeling weak, and at the mercy of his emotions. It was Erik who had abruptly ended his journey. He refused to sit in that cramped apartment mulling over his past.

When he had awoke, he viewed the field where the heart-shaped herb grew and thought to himself that he was where he was meant to be. Nothing, or no one would make him question his desire for the crown. Then the senseless healer, who had already worked his nerves had mentioned that the herbs were grown not only for him, but for all the future kings who were to come. His heart suddenly felt constricted by the notion that his kingship could be challenged, much in the same way that he had challenged T'Challa. No, that simply wasn't going to ever happen. He would remain king no matter the price. He then ordered the fields to be burned, she had refused. Erik couldn't allow for her to challenge his authority, she had already smarted off to him beforehand, he would not permit her to question his orders. He grabbed her by her throat and hoisted her up with one hand by her neck. "When I tell you to do something. I mean that shit." He warned the frighten healer.

He felt a hand upon his back. Without looking Erik violently elbowed whoever dared touch him away. His heart sank when he heard the anguish within the moan coming from the person who he had blindly assaulted. For he knew that voice, he turned, and his worst fears were realized when he saw Ashtyn down on the ground, her hand touching her bruised cheek.

He felt a cold, sickening feeling developing in the pit of his stomach. He had hurt her, the one thing that he had promised her was that he would keep her safe. Yet, here she was before him, hurt because of his actions. He had never felt lower, than he did in that very moment. He felt like he had failed the two people who he cared for the most, all at once. Yet, he couldn't reach out to her, he didn't want to appear weak in front of the healers. However, to leave her helpless before him wasn't within his will either. He commanded the healers to escort her to what was to be their bedding chamber, he would come to her later. Then without looking at Ashtyn, he turned and walked away. For he knew that she was disappointed in him, but she wasn't the only one.

Erik was sick with his own thoughts of self-loathing, and he was beginning to question the person he was. All he ever wanted to be was worthy, and he thought that becoming king would make him feel whole. Yet, he still felt hollow inside. How could he truly love Ashtyn, if he secretly hated himself? He stormed out of the compound, heading to any place that he could find solitude. He thought to himself that he had just won a battle and had killed two men. He would celebrate by carving two more notches into his skin. That is what he told himself, but, he was dying to harm himself as punishment for what he had done to Ashtyn. He decided that he wouldn't do it. For one, the heart-shaped herb's healing properties would prevent the scarification of his skin. Secondly, he doubted his emotional turmoil would end, no matter how much pain he managed to inflict upon himself. No, this time he would have to go to the source of his salvation, he would have to see Ashtyn.

Hours later…Ashtyn was still alone in a lavish bedroom. The healers would not allow for her to leave, because the king had ordered them to take Ashtyn to his bedding chamber. Despite her protest, until he had authorized her release she was trapped. Ashtyn knew that they were fearful of him, but she was pissed. How dare he sentence her to be locked in a room, while he roamed free. She peered into the large mirror that was attached to the bureau. The bruise on her cheek had all but vanished. Ashtyn marveled at how fast she was healing, clearly the heart-shaped herb had gifted her with its continual healing capabilities. Thinking about its healing powers, she peered deeply at her eyes. She then thought about the leopard who she first saw nesting in the tree. His eyes were like hers, only they weren't purple. However, they did shine, and she wondered if her eyes would reflect the light within the dark as the leopard's eyes had.

Drawing the massive curtains close, she wanted to test the limitations of her eyes. Once the curtains were shut, she hurried over to switch off the light switch. She was amazed by the swiftness of her movements, and how well-coordinated her steps were. No longer would she have to count her steps, instead she could move quickly like everyone else. However, she couldn't contribute all her abilities to the gift of her sight. For she knew that something else had changed within her. She was quicker and sharper than she had been before, perhaps it was the benefits of the heart-shaped herb; or maybe it was the spirit of her animal guide.

Once the lights were off she peered into the dark room, but it was as if the room was filled with light to her. She could see everything so clearly. Amazed she strutted throughout the room. Just to think that yesterday she was blind and now she was seeing things that the average human couldn't see. She wanted to test her other abilities, she jumped on top of the footboard of her bed. Walking on the wooden beam she was agile, like the leopard had been on its perch. Crouching down, she stopped to consider her connection to the animal. She felt its energy dwelling within her, prowling around her psyche. When she had breathed in the mist of the creature, she had invited it to take up residence within her. However, she did not feel frighten at all by the thought but empowered. If indeed the creature had managed to bind itself to her soul, then she welcomed its stay. It was in that moment, that she realized that she had changed more than physically, but also spiritually. Closing her eyes, she began to feel out her senses; listening, smelling, and taking in her surroundings.

So much so that even before the handle, to her bedroom door jiggled, she knew someone had approached her door. The door opened, just wide enough to allow whoever wanted to gain access to the room time to slide inside. The scent was strong and masculine but was pleasant. The familiarity of the aroma could have only belonged to one person, Erik.

"Erik." She stated, not questioned.

"Ashtyn?" He asked, concerned laced within his voice. "What are you doing sitting in the dark?"

"Awaiting my release."

Erik had expected her anger, he knew that he deserved her coldness. Yet, he wanted to make amends. He should had said he was sorry and helped her up after he accidently hurt her. Nevertheless, he didn't, and he now had to deal with the consequences of his actions. Fuck the consequences was a good motto to have, but only when you didn't have to live that shit out. Just when everything was running smoothly between them, he had to go and mess things up; because he was having some sort of power-trip. Yet, he couldn't give up on them now.

"It wasn't my intention to leave you alone for this long. I just needed time to clear my head."

"Oh, and that is supposed to make things right between us?" Ashtyn spat out the words as if they were made out venom. Erik knew that he deserved her anger. He had hurt her, though be it unintentionally…yet he had harmed her nonetheless. He motioned to turn on the lights, but she commanded him to stop.

Erik was shocked by her tone of voice. She had never commanded him before. There was a part of him that didn't want to obey her command, because he was no one submissive. Yet, there was another part of him that liked that she was telling him what to do. He had been too much within his own head all day, and he had grown tired of thinking. He just wanted to be, and with Ashtyn he knew that he could let down his guard. Erik stiffened, awaiting her next command. He knew instantly that he would have to make amends for his actions.

"What would you have for me to do?" He asked, mirroring her very words, while they were in the jet. He had commanded for her to pleasure him. He was curious what he would have to do to get back into her good graces.

"Come towards me." She demanded.

"But…I can't see."

"So, I couldn't see for much of our time together. Trust me I will not let you fall." Ashtyn said. Yet, Erik knew that her words were extending pass their current moment. She wanted him to know that she would never let him fall, and this was his chance to show her that he trusted her completely. He took a few tentative steps forward. He reached out with his hands to feel around for anything that he could bump into. "Place your hands behind your back." Ashtyn said.

Erik grimaced. He wanted to argue, but he chose to obey her demand. With his hands now firmly placed behind his back he stepped forward towards her. There was nothing else for his eyes to rest on, but her reflective eyes that shined even within the dark. He had to trust that she would order his steps, keeping him out harm's way. "You can see me?" Erik asked. Already knowing the answer, because her eyes were like that of a nocturnal creature.

"Yes." She answered tightly. He felt an excitement developed within him. What did this version of Ashtyn have planned for him. He continued to step forward, until she told him to stop. She instructed him to take two side-steps to his right, then she instructed him to take to steps forward. He did as she had ordered, until his legs bumped against an item. He leaned forward to touch the item and realized that it was the bed. He smiled, knowing that at the very least he may find some joy in the method of his repentance for his crimes against her. "Oh, don't get happy yet. You don't know what I got planned for you." She warned, and he immediately wiped the smile from his lips. No, he still wasn't sure about the next steps that would have to be taken, but he knew that some level of sacrifice would be required from him.

She then instructed him to strip. Then, she told him to climb onto the bed and to lie down on his stomach, and he did. "Spread your arms and legs out." He obeyed, not wanting to prolong the moment that they would be pass this barrier of tension, that was currently present between them. It was his turn to be humble, and he would accept her terms, no matter how outrageous they were, if it would grant him her forgiveness. From there she began to tie his wrists and ankles to the bedpost. He could only imagine that she was using either clothing or bedding to do so, but her knotwork was tight. Even with his newfound superhuman strength, courtesy of the heart-shaped herb, it would take him sometime to break free of his restraints. Not that he wanted to be set free, he was aroused beyond belief and could only anticipate her next course of action.

"You need to learn how to deal with your anger better." She reprimanded.

"I know, I do." He agreed.

"I can accept that it was an accident, but don't you ever lock me away because you are afraid to face me."

"I am not afraid of anything." He began to argue; but just then she smacked him across his ass hard with the palm of her hand. It both stunned and excited him. His whole body clenched feeling the odd sensation from the swat he had received, pulsating throughout his body. He gasped.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She said angrily. "You were afraid that I would be angry with you. Otherwise you would have come to me a whole lot sooner. What are you afraid of?" She asked. Erik bit his bottom lip, he pondered his options. He hated sharing his feelings, and though he felt like he had already opened himself up to her more than he had with anyone else. In this moment it felt painful, he was ashamed, and she was forcing him to deal with his guilt. He wanted to derail the line of higher-level convo, because he didn't want to have to deal with it all. Then he felt several powerful smacks upon his ass, and he moaned. He shouldn't have told her that he enjoyed experiencing pain, he was getting so hard with every hit.

His hands clenched the bedspread and he felt himself grinding his dick into the mattress, as if he was already fucking her. He was at a disadvantage in everyway possible. He was naked before her, tied down, and blind. Oh, is this how he had made her feel? Helpless and at his mercy. If so, he only wished that he would have allowed for her to make him submit to her a long time ago, because he was loving how domineering she was.

She then leaned over to whisper into his ear, her soft breath caressed his skin. "You are acting as if we are already fucking, and all I have done was spanked you. Tell me what I want to know, and you can have what you want from me."

Erik knew what she wanted to hear, but he was still having trouble articulating his thoughts. His body always betrayed him whenever he was in Ashtyn's presence. His hips continued to grind into the mattress on their own accord, then she began to kiss him on his back. Her tongue lazily glided upon his scarred skin. He hissed in response, how he wanted to be inside of her. He couldn't deny himself any longer. If she wanted him to confess his sins to her he would, if she would end his torment.

"I hate myself." Ashtyn paused, as she took in his words. She hadn't expected for him to say what he had just said.

"Why do you hate yourself?" She asked.

"Because…I am no one to anyone. I always thought that if I were to become king that that feeling would go away. When the healers had mentioned that other kings would come, that same fucked-up insecurity rose within me. I know that I have done some messed up things in front of you, but that was the first time in a long time that I had completely lost control of myself. I was ashamed and couldn't face you. That is why I had them put you here, so that I could clear my head."

"You don't ever have to be ashamed of your feelings when you are with me. I am yours, and you are mine. Nothing could ever tear us apart, but you must trust that even when you are at your worst that I love you unconditionally." Ashtyn affirmed.

Erik felt relief wash over him. He had stated his truth and had admitted the one part of himself that he had kept from her. He could feel that the tension was no more, and his Ashtyn was back. Though, he had thoroughly enjoyed her taking control. It was now time for him to reclaim his role as being the dominant in their relationship.

"Turn on the lights." He ordered, and she happily complied. Once the lights were on he told her to approach him again. Ashtyn quickly untied him, freeing him of his restraints. Erik rolled over onto his back. Her gaze swept over his entire body. "You like what you see." It was a statement, not a question. For he knew by the approving look within her eyes that she loved the sight of him. He then grabbed his harden dick and began to stroke himself before her. She moaned lustfully, as she began to feel an ache developing between her legs. "This is what has been inside of you. Do you what it inside of you again?"

"Yes..." She answered.

"Undress yourself." Ashtyn began to take off her clothing. All the while she watched as he continued to pleasure himself. Once she was naked she straddled him. He removed his hands only after he had guided himself securely inside of her. They then began to rock together, slowly building into a smooth rhythm. She had closed her eyes taking in the sensation. "Keep your beautiful eyes on me. Watch me as I come." He commanded, and Ashtyn gazed upon him as the tempo of their movements began to pick up. He was so very close to climaxing and she loved the expression that was set upon his face. His eyes were half-lidded, and she loved how he bit his lower lip as he thrusted into her. His expression was so erotic that she came, knowing that she was the cause of his current condition. Ashtyn climaxing was all that he needed to propel him into his own orgasm.

Coming down from their sexual high, Ashtyn collapsed on top of him. He accepted her with open arms allowing for her to rest on his scarred chest. He was happy that she had called him out on his bullshit. He felt free in a way that he had never felt before. For years, he had carried the burden of unworthiness deep within him. Saying it aloud had been a healing experience for him. She was every bit of a conqueror as he was. Erik may be a slayer of men, but she had slayed his own demons with her actions and her words. He chuckled to himself.

"What is so funny?" She asked.

"I just thought of a funny nickname for you."

"Really? What is it?"

"Madam Slay."

A/N: Omg this is the end of this chapter. Please know that Madam Slay is a real character in the comic book, and I have been working towards making Ashtyn her for a while. Hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks…Concrete Lily.