Chapter 86

The dawning sun shed a little spark of light into the dark Castle. And yet, the darkness in everyone’s eyes wallowed. All of them stared at the Wicked Witch and the Shadow of the eye that loomed on top of her head. The eye of Abbadon was painted with swathes of gold, brown and copper.

“One hour… an hour and your son dies along with this woman, son of Banaua. Unless…”

‘Unless what?’ Bathal asked himself as he took in a deep breath, the sharp tang of iron and faint scent of acid fumes filling his nostrils. The mixed scent of blood and poison.

A harsh and cold wind was blowing in contrast with the warm light from the sun. It ruffled their hair, the wind so sharp that it made small cuts on their skin. Acashia had to cover Calleb to protect her mate from becoming wounded. Covering him from even more damage before it could be inflicted.

It made the King turn his head towards his son, then turned his line of sight back to the Golden eye.

Abbadon the first demon had his own twisted way of