[57.1] The King (part-two)

LEGION'S POV

"I should have listened to my father. It is true that the fires of Hades cannot be compared to the fury of a woman," King Damian retreated to his chair, and my eyes followed, “Erilyn gave her soul to the darkness, she was not to be forgotten so easily. Black magic became her ritual, her belief, and on the day I was mated she gave a curse, a curse she fixed with her life. My son was to be a beast like his father and his father before him, but his lust for blood would not be subdued. He would transform past the boundaries the moon had carved, he would feast on the living, mortal, and immortal, and kill even those he called beloved. Those that gave him love."

Queen Kivara’s face shone through my mind once more, her body mangled in the shadows of the tower.

" She burnt herself to the stake sealing magic so dark it was fueled from the sacrifice of her soul"

I subconsciously touched my arm, feeling for the mark, the mark every moon crested Lyca