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Apologies for the week long wait! I kinda took a break from writing or lost my motivation, and I'm still struggling to get back into it again cuz of school and etc. BUT DW IT'LL HAPPEN SOON ENOUGH ❤️

Enjoy xx

t.m.

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S.E // The 7th Supreme

  My mind was in a state of chaos after I left. I didn't tell Grams or Frida about what I had seen yet, wanting to ponder over it myself before going to anyone at all for advice. My fingers drummed against my steering wheel lightly as I bit my lip; ruminating on each image I saw when that infant grasped my finger.

  The ring was obvious. It belonged to The Saviors, which only meant that they were close to finding me, and I had to be ready. The hounds running in the woods however seemed like a mystery to me. As I pondered harder, I remembered catching a glimpse of orange flames. A mob? My face paled at the thought. Mobs were usually formed when a witch was on the run, or when they were sentencing a witch or warlock to death, burning them at the stake. Did that mean I was going to be burnt at the stake?

  I felt my insides churn at the thought, an overwhelming sense of fear seeping into me. I felt like I was my eighteen year old self again, terrified when I had first heard about 6 Man and how he was planning to hunt down every Supreme that existed. I didn't know how to control all my powers at the time; I was naïve and weak under the protection of my parents. Unlike any other eighteen year olds, I didn't want to move out or anything like that, mainly because it was important I stayed with my family and my coven for my own protection. Even till this day, being 25 years old I still felt that paranoia and fear every time I thought of 6 Man.

  If you think about it logically, 6 Man was just a normal human being. A man I could easily take down. I could just flick my wrist, twisting his neck and killing him instantly. Or I could make his blood boil to a certain temperature where his entire body would liquefy due to the intense heat. I could burn him alive, I could make him choke on air, blood, anything. But thinking up these various ways of killing him made me feel like a murderer, a dangerous supernatural creature, which is what The Saviors perceived us witches and warlocks to be.

  Then again, I thought about how he had killed all the 6 Supremes. They were almost as powerful as I was, with the capability to take down anything and everything that stood in their way. How did they not see him coming? It seriously baffled me how a simple human like 6 Man, managed to take down 6 Supremes. 6 witches with the most extraordinary powers that could rip this world apart. This obviously meant something. 6 Man wasn't just a normal witch hunter. He was different. Smart, cunning, vicious, every other adjective that could describe a shrewd murderer.

  I was ripped out of my thoughts when my phone began ringing loudly in the seat next to me. Just as I paused at the traffic light, I reached over the console, answering the call through the car itself. A sarcastic British voice filled the speakers immediately, a frown etching upon my face when I realized whom it was.

   "Maximus?"

   "Hello love," I heard his sly voice through the speakers.

   "How do you have my number?" I questioned.

   "I'm assuming you didn't even look at your phone because I'm calling from Harry's," Maximus chuckled deeply, his sarcastic tone making me scowl lightly before something dawned upon me.

   "Is he okay? He was drunk texting me in the afternoon," I mentioned, biting my lip as I waited for a response.

   "Yeah that's why I'm calling. He's still drinking, and...I want him to stop but he's not listening to me," Maximus' voice went considerably low.

   "Still?"

   "Yeah, something has put him in a nasty mood after you left last night," Maximus murmured thoughtfully, making me press my lips together.

   "I think I know what that is," I found myself muttering.

   "Please do enlighten me, sweetheart," Maximus responded immediately in a mocking tone, making me frown tightly at the nickname. I wish I could strangle him through the speaker.

   "Since you told me all that shit about his ex I had to go and see him because the curiosity was eating me alive," I retorted to nothing in particular, my response making Maximus chuckle all of a sudden.

   "Ah yes so you had to go and ask him about what happened with his ex. I probably should've warned you not to," Maximus continued to chuckle as I began driving again, nearing my neighborhood.

   "Yeah, you should've," I scoffed. "He didn't seem to be in that bad of a mood after he told me everything."

   "He told you everything?" Maximus asked immediately, his tone holding surprise.

   "Yeah," I said hesitantly. "Why?"

   "Nothing...it's just that not many people know of his time in Spain. Just me and, I guess you now." I pursed my lips, feeling a bit surprised Harry trusted me enough to talk about his ex, especially since I asked without knowing something really bad happened.

   "Well, anyways, he seemed okay after talking about it," I changed the subject, knowing Maximus would've noticed but I didn't care.

   "He must've thought about it too much after you left then. He hates talking about that time because it haunts him so much," Maximus explained, making my heart fill up with dread.

    "Shit," I cursed unintentionally. "I should've have asked."

   "He wouldn't have told you if he didn't want to, but he did. That means something," Maximus replied quietly. "Anyways, I would really appreciate it if you come over and convince him to stop drowning his sorrows in all my precious bottles of whiskey. That shite is expensive you know? He needs you," And with that Maximus hung up immediately, his sudden departure making me frown.

  My mind drifted back to the prophecy, thinking that I should most probably go home where I was safe with Atticus and Aunt Sephy; tell them about the prophecy and spend the night discussing that. But I knew that if I told them about the prophecy they would barely let me out of the house. Instead, I decided to visit Harry, knowing that whatever was going on with him would distract me from this worrying prophecy. Plus, it seemed like he needed me, and I wasn't going to turn him down.

  I tugged on the sleeves of my nude sweater, jogging up the stairs of his porch before ringing the doorbell. By the racket going on inside, I was sure his friends were home. At this point I couldn't care less, Maximus said Harry needed me, so here I was. The door swung open after a few seconds, my stormy blue-grey eyes coming in contact with a pair of leafy green ones.

   "Hi?" The man at the doorway arched a brow at me questioningly.

   "I'm here to see Harry," I answered shortly, itching to push past him and find Harry as the man widened his eyes.

   "Oh he's in a bit of a bad place right now," Jason muttered lowly, his expression turning grim.

   "That's why I'm here," I told him before another man stepped up from behind him. "Maximus," I greeted the blonde sarcastic half-brother of Harry.

   "Sage, glad you could come. I see you've met Jason, Harry's 'bestfriend'," Maximus introduced the man with the green eyes, using air quotes when mentioning the word bestfriend. Jason scowled at Maximus lightly before gestured for me to come in.

    "Harry," I whispered under my breath as soon as I walked into the room.

  His bedroom was a mess. Clothes, papers, and all sorts of things were flung and strewn across the floor and bed. There was broken glass towards the left of where I was standing, along with empty bottles of whisky rolling around on the floor. The only things that were left untouched were the paintings of Nymeria and I. Other than that, even his beautiful paintings were trashed. Some had holes punched into them, others were split into halve. His room looked chaotic.

   "What is she doing here?" Harry hissed when he lifted his head, standing to his feet from where he was sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hands.

  Maximus opened his mouth to speak, but I held a hand up to silence him, making him glare at me for doing such a thing.

   "You texted me this afternoon, remember?" I arched a brow at him.

    "No," he grunted gruffly, sniffling as he rubbed his red-rimmed eyes with one hand before he brought the bottle up to his lips. "Leave Sage."

    "I'm not going anywhere," I said firmly, looking to Maximus with a nod, indicating for him to leave Harry and I.

  He listened exiting the room silently, closing the door behind his back. Harry sat back down on the bed, legs spread apart with his elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely gripping the bottle that swung between his legs. His head hung low as he stayed silent, while I made my way towards him, avoiding whatever hazards lay in my path. My nostrils flared when I sat down next to him, the stench of whiskey strong on his body but I tried my best to ignore it.

    "Harry," I murmured softly. "What happened?"

    "I don't know," he muttered lowly, his tone genuine, even though his words made me frown. "I just needed a drink after yesterday's conversation, but then I wanted more, and well....this happened."

    "You seemed fine after we talked about....it," I mumbled, feeling horrible for bringing up the topic of his ex.

    "I thought I was, and I'm sure I was, until you left. Then, I started thinking too much about it, about her," he uttered, 'her' coming out in a hiss full of venom. "Which led to me thinking about my parents, how what happened to me, happened to Maximus' mother because my father was faithful to her."

  I remained quiet, only listening to him attentively. I reached out for his arm, watching him twitch when my fingers touched his forearm, sliding down to his wrist where I pulled and took the bottle out of his hands. He let go reluctantly, allowing me to keep it away from his reach. My hand came back to hold his, lacing our fingers to show that I was there for him. The action made him smile lightly, his head leaning in to rest his forehead against mine.

   "I'm sorry for bringing it up, Harry. I really am," I whispered lowly, a look of guilt flashing across my features.

   "Don't apologize. I was going to tell you eventually," he told me sincerely, his hand coming up to touch my cheek. "But can I ask you something in return?"

    "Yes," I answered without hesitation.

    "What happened to your parents, Sage?" he murmured lowly in a questioning tone, hesitant yet firm. I pulled away, my eyes fluttering shut at the pain I always experienced when I thought about my parents.

    "My parents, died when I was 19 years old. There isn't much to the story except that they were..." I trailed off, feeling my throat tighten up. "T-They died in a car crash."

   "Oh Sage" Harry couldn't help but whisper sadly.

  The truth was: The Saviors murdered my parents. A small coven in England had reached out to us for help due to the looming threat of The Saviors in England. I could still remember the day my parents bid me goodbye, promising me they would be back soon enough. But they never returned. 6 Man at the time was someplace else, after he had killed the 2nd Supreme, most probably on the hunt for the third one. The communications between the different covens all around the world wasn't that secure.

  Us Supremes weren't in contact with each other at all. Everyone seemed to want to keep to themselves, especially when we in New Orleans tried to reach out to help. It was only after the covens started to fall, everyone began to panic. Many people flew over to New Orleans to seek our protection; others kept in touch with us and took our advice on the same thing. But it was too late by then, despite our advice and help given, 6 Man always managed to track them down and wipe them out immediately with the help of The Saviors.

    "Yeah, it was a stormy night. They just got unlucky I suppose," I mumbled quietly, fiddling with my fingers before I felt Harry grasp my hand and tug it up to kiss them delicately.

   "I'm sorry, love," he whispered softly, his words causing a tiny appreciative smile to dip into my lips.

   "It's okay," I responded, squeezing his hand before sighing a little. "Do you wanna sleep over? Since your room is a bit of a mess?" I asked him, watching a smile grow on his lips as he bobbed his head.

   "I'd like that," he agreed.

  With our hands still linked, we stood up together, only for Harry to tip forwards drunkenly, almost stumbling over his own feet. I quickly slung an arm around his midriff, helping him to lean his weight against me as I supported him, helping him walk. Even though he managed to listen attentively and seem like he wasn't piss drunk, the alcohol was still in his system and made him seem more tipsy than usual. I managed to successfully get him into my car, before driving off to my house nearby.

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   "Need some help?" I questioned in slight amusement, watching Harry's eyes droop as he bent down while sitting on the bed, trying to take his shoes off.

   "Please," he uttered unclearly, looking completely exhausted as he placed his palms back on the bed and leaned backwards.

  I quickly changed into my nightwear, before padding lightly across the room to Harry. I crouched down to tug his shoes off, peeling the socks off as well before standing up. My hands came to cup his cheeks, my head automatically ducking down to press a light kiss to his forehead. As if on instinct, Harry wrapped his arms around my midriff, snuggling against my stomach as I stood between his legs. He kissed my clothed torso, before pulling away to tug his shirt, over his head, failing miserably when his head got stuck and he let out a low whine.

  A small chuckle left my lips at the sight, my hands immediately darting out to tug his shirt over his head and laying it on the bed. My fingers cupped his chin, pushing his face up to meet my gaze as I smiled softly of him.

   "Relax baby, I'll take care of you."

  He smiled at my words, nodding shyly as I continued to undress him. My hands came down onto the button of his jeans, popping it before pulling the zip down and tugging the tight material down his firm thighs. He lifted his hips up to aid me, before I continued to pull it down his legs. He disappeared momentarily to use the bathroom as I folded his clothes and left them by the side, before filling up a glass of water for him, hoping that would sober him up more.

  Once he returned, he downed the glass of water before crawling under the covers with me. Before I could move at all, Harry was already curling his strong arms around my torso, pushing me onto my back as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck and sighed deeply. His legs were soon tangled with mine as he pressed his warm body against mine, cuddling on my chest adorably as my lips remained parted in surprise throughout the whole of this. It was sad I had never properly cuddled with a man, except Atticus. But here I was with a drunk Harry, cuddling and snuggling with me like a sad puppy.

   "You're so cute when you're drunk," I whispered in the dark, circling my arms around his shoulders as I held him to me. He huffed, warm breath tickling my skin as he screwed his eyes shut tightly.

   "I hate being cute."

   "Why?" I questioned with a short laugh, running my fingers through his unruly curls absentmindedly.

   "It's not manly. I'm a man." I rolled my eyes when he used the same excuse as last time. "Thank you Sage," he whispered suddenly, his tone utterly genuine. "For everything."

   "Anything for you Harry," I whispered without a doubt, stroking his hair as he sighed heavily.

   "You're a wonderful person, petal. So lovely, and kind and confident, and pretty. Oh my god you're so pretty, I cry," he began to ramble drunkenly, his words confirmation to me that he was still drunk.

   "I'm flattered Harry," I laughed silently, a wide grin stretching on my face.

   "Mhmm and you've got nice boobs too. I like that," he hummed in satisfaction, his hand quickly coming up to squeeze my breast through my t-shirt as a short gasp/laugh escaped my lips.

   "God, you're so drunk."

   "I know," he groaned lightly. "I was just a baby when it happened," Harry spoke up all of a sudden, his words confusing me immediately.

   "When what happened?"

   "When my parents died," he whispered ever so quietly, almost as if he hoped I didn't hear, but I did. My lips parted silently in shock, my heart aching for Harry as I turned my head to the side and kissed his hairline.

   "I'm sorry baby."

   "Me too," he responded with a huff. "From what Maximus told me, everyone hated them together, resented my father for leaving Maximus' mother because he fell in love with another woman. Maximus told me they burnt my house down, with my parents in it."

   "What?" I gaped quietly. "How can people be that resentful?"

   "I dunno. Max doesn't tell me much of that time, much to my displeasure. Part of me doesn't want to know either I guess," he muttered bitterly.

  A silence fell over us as I got the hint that Harry didn't to talk more about the topic of his parents. I was still pretty surprised with what I had heard. His parents were burnt alive in their own house by a mob? That sounded insane. But I guess anything could happen, after all he was just a baby when it happened so it must've been a while ago.

  When I gazed down at the beautiful man who had his head against my chest and limbs tangled with mine, I smile softly, noticing that he was already fast asleep. He was snoring lightly, warm breath tickling the skin of my neck as he tucked his face into the crook of it. I soon felt myself drifting away into a deep sleep, the warmth of Harry's body against mine pushing me to shut my eyes and dream.

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➰ whoa okay loads happened here, so just to clear things up. Maximus was obvs lying when talking to Sage on the phone, the 'surprised tone' was fake.

➰Also, Harry WAS NOT pretending to be drunk or whatever just to get Sage to come over and make her feel like she's the only one who can get him to stop. NO. Harry was genuinely drunk with a messed up head after that convo about the 3rd Supreme brought back a lot of memories

➰You'll see more of this in the next chapter. Also Harry's parents did die in a specific way, but he lied to Sage about how they died here. You'll find out the truth soon enough.

Until we meet again...

t.m