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The King's Maiden chapter eighty
[ IN WHICH HE LASHES OUT IN ANGER ] SIN'S P.O.V— I have never been the violent kind. And truthfully, I do not like violence. It brings along with it negative emotions that I fight hard to retract myself from afterwards. In simpler words, violence awakens parts of me that I do not like to reveal; parts of me that I would rather keep hidden and buried beneath the earth's crust, never to see the light of day.When I made the decision to enter into Lucian City for Rome's blood to save November, I had no intentions of violence. But there is something so distasteful and angering about this Lycan that irks me from the depths of my soul. This could be because of the things he has done in the past; maybe that is why I have this unexplainable urge to rip his throat out every time I see him. During our conversations from a minute ago, I tried to stay calm and collected. Each time he opened his mouth, I would get infuriated, but I always controlled myself. But then, it got to a part when I c
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-one
[ IN WHICH HE BENEFITS FROM LASHING OUT ]SIN'S P.O.V —I forcefully slap my fist into his neck, causing him to fall to his knees. The other werewolves halt as they see this. If I can bring their King to his knees, who is to say that I cannot finish them off with one flip of my finger. They must have truly forgotten that I created everything that roams the Kingdom —every single thing that has breathe and life, I created it all. They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King.Rome spits out blood.My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure. I get distracted by his blood that I fail to catch his next move. Abled by his werewolf abilities, he rises up from the ground and rams into me. He knocks me over and I end up at his feet. But obvious
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-two
[ IN WHICH HE SAVES HER ] SIN'S P.O.V— I am sitting beside her on the bed. Everyone else has gathered all around her, patiently waiting for the moment she opens her eyes. The night has fallen over the land. And the darkness seems to be swallowing every ounce of hope as the minute passes by. It is like each time the sky grows darker, replacing the day light, it swallows the light of hope along with it. It has been a long time since I exited Lucian City with the warm blood of the Lycan. I was escorted by my army of warriors, and the moment I had set foot into the Grand Alkhemi, the golden cup filled with red blood had been snatched out of my hands. The maids carried it in their hands with care as they ran to the local chemists in the Grand Alkhemi. Since Lake was still found missing, the local chemists had been our alternative. With the help of the local chemists and Greed’s instructions, the cure was made and then, it was quickly fed to an unconscious Queen. While the cure was at
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-two: november's version
[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like. I could not call out for help. I could feel myself falling out of the living world; dissociating from my body— the living body. And it was like I was falling into the darkness; the darkness that has been calling out to me for so long; the darkness that I had been trying so hard to resist. In simpler terms, I could feel myself dying. And no one was coming to resurrect me this time. I had swung my arms and legs, trying my best to hold onto life. But I kept missing it each time I swung an arm. I could not grasp onto anything for dear life –there was
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-three
[ IN WHICH HE SIGHS IN RELIEF ] SIN’S P.O.V — I look down.Vomit.“That’s the parasite!” Greed screams from somewhere behind me. That is when I notice something moving in my lap. This thing in my lap is green amidst her dark, red vomit— she had coughed up some of Rome's blood. But that is the least of my concerns. I am more concerned why this strange green thing has been coughed up along with the blood. This greenish organism is in the shape of a slug; something I have never seen before. The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison. But before it can search any further, Greed materializes beside me and picks the parasite up. He pinches it with his index finger and thumb, grimacing when his fingers grazes the vomit that had exited my Queen’s mouth. As he picks it up, the green parasite squirms, letting out a loud, shriek. I watch with my eyebrows furrowed as Greed lifts the slug into the
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-four
[ THE VAMPIRE'S STORY ] ATLAS'S P.O.V— "When will all this end?" I ask myself. As I walk further into the fields of grass, my back begins to ache badly. These past few months have been trouble. Nothing but trouble. One problem after one problem.I am sick of it all already.Feeling a cramp on my foot, I wiggle it in the air. I nearly lose my balance as I do this. Standing on one foot should be a professional sport, because as fast and agile as I am as a Vampire, I cannot stand on one foot. I drop my foot back onto the ground, and continue striding through the grasses. The daylight bites into my skin. And it isn't as uncomfortable as most people would think. I enjoy taking strolls during the day. This might come as a shock to most people, but the day time is my favorite part of the 24-hour long day. I get to perceive nature at its brightest and at its best. The night time, everything goes to sleep, and there is not much to perceive. I can walk out during the day, unlike majority
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-five
[ THE VAMPIRE’S STORY ] ATLAS’S P.O.V— The calm wind whooshes past us. It ruffles through the fields of grasses, filling the air with the sounds of leaves slapping against leaves. The serene quality of the environment is supposed to extend towards me to help me feel calm and peaceful, but with the man in front of me, it is hard to feel calm. The man in front of me is the opposite of calm. He is chaos. He is mayhem. He is havoc. And he is promiscuousness, himself. He loves stirring up chaos — he feeds off of it. I guess that is what he has come to do. “What do you want, Luca?” I pause. “Or is it Lust you prefer to be addressed as?” Lust says nothing for a while. And it looks like he is taking his time to observe and enjoy the serenity of the field. But I know he is thinking of his next words; the next words that would trigger me. After staying silent for a while, he gives me a toothy smile. A toothy smile that tells me he is up to no good. “Call me whatever you please. It doe
The King's Maiden chapter eighty-six
[ IN WHICH THERE IS A REFLECTION ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — I remember these words. ...[“Before anything else, you need to know those who are on your side to know those who will stab you in the back in the nearest future.”]... This was from the conversation I had with the spirit of vengeance. I had just walked through the door of the reborn. I had been in a trance at the time; in the spiritual or a mental state — however which you choose to describe it as. And in my mind, my feet had been buried in cold water. I could not see through the water. The water had been dark as the night on a moonless hour. It stopped just above my ankles and it made my skin crawl in discomfort. But it was the words of the spirit of vengeance that really made me fall into discomfort. The spirit had hinted about enemies who would surface once I sat on the throne. I already had a name in mind. I had been so confident in who the supposed enemy was. And I had boldly made mention of the enemy's name. “Luca.”
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