Not even a single sound was heard, only the sounds of his boots, as they marched against the concrete floor.
The aura could be felt - that deadly aura. And that was, perhaps, one of things that brought him so much respect and fear from people.
His hands were crossed behind his back as he walked in and sat on his high throne. But the subjects dare not lift their heads, not until he permits them to.
"Long live the King" they chorused as soon as they noticed him sitting.
There was a long silence, as he rested his chin and touched his lower lip with his thumb.
There was not a single person in the hall, that he was older than. He was just 28, yet gained so much respect.
"You may rise" he finally gave the command and they lifted their heads, in relief.
He didn't stare at any of them, but they knew what was next.
Shortly, he was brought in - the injured guard.
He limped painfully, his hand over his hurting belly, until he got closer to the throne and knelt in front of the young King.
"Long live my King" he did the normal routine, his head bowed.
But one could tell he was in pains - and not just pains, but fear as well."I'm sorry, My King. But we lost her. We tried all we could to capture her, but she used her powers on the chief guard,, turning him against us. And in the end, everyone of them died. I'm the only survivor" he explained with hard gulps.
He was as scared as a man close to death could feel.
The subjects had so many thoughts running through their minds, but they dare not murmur - not when they were in front of the King.
King Caesar was silent for a long while.
"You're trying to say....you lost her?" he finally spoke up, his voice so calm, words so soft.
"Yes, my King. Forgive my incompetence".
King Caesar stood up and walked gracefully to the table behind the throne. His steps were slow, but smart.
"You went on a mission with 8 men - to capture a single lady. Yet, only one of you returned". He said lowly as he touched the weapons on the table.
The guard was almost shivering.
For a long while, there was silence, suspense.
But not until he spoke out.
"You're worst than a failure".
And with that, he took a dagger and turning swiftly, he threw it right at him, in such an incredible way, it landed straight into his chest.He groaned as blood oozed from his mouth. And in a split second, he was lying on the floor. Cold.
And dead.Cold shivers ran through the veins of the subjects, as they whimpered in fear, praying vehemently they don't fall victim at all.
King Caesar, his hands crossed behind his back, walked back to his throne and took his seat.
"Take more men" he said to the two guards in the room.
"Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means."No matter what, make sure she doesn't die. I want her alive". He paused and took in a deep breath.
"I have so many plans in store for her".
Silence.
"Yes, My King" the guards bowed and left.
**Her name is Isabelle.And the story of how she became the last confessor....The confessors were females with special powers of compulsion.
They compare someone by forcing them to look into their eyes, then the power takes over. The person becomes their slaves for as long as they live and do every single thing they say. The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies.
The confessors referred to themselves as "sisters" and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle's sister was their leader.
King Caesar - back then, when he was still a prince - had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors.
While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him - Caesar - alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha - Isabelle's blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.
He became her slave, loved and cherished her and worshipped her every desire.
Caesar and his men stayed with the confessors for a very long time, doing their every wish and helping them fight their enemies.
Caesar's parents were worried and searched for their only son for long. And when they finally found him, they were shocked to discover he had been confessed and was a love slave to someone.
His parents hated the confessors, cause they saw them as witches. They tried to convince Caesar to come home with them, but being blinded by "love", he wouldn't think of leaving his mistress. He'd chosen her over his parents.
And Tabitha - she also didn't want to lose Caesar. So, she didn't permit him to leave.
Enraged, his father ordered the death of Tabitha -because that was the only way his son could be free.
The first attempt was made on her life, and although she survived, they lost one of their sisters to it. One of the confessors had died in the process.
A second attack was carried out. And this time around, it was an open attack. The King had led the battle to the camp of the confessors, with the order of eliminating all the confessors, so his son and the rest of his men would be free.
The attack was massive and most of the confessors died in the process. An arrow was shot at Tabitha, and when Caesar saw that his mistress was almost killed, and shocking enough, by his father, he was angered and attacked him - his own father.
At the end of the day, Caesar's father was dead - in the hands of his own son.
But still blinded by his love for his mistress, he didn't take it to be anything as all he could think of at that moment, was healing her and stopping her from dying.
When the Queen heard of the death of her husband, it broke her and she passed away after a few days, due to heart failure.
Tabitha had survived the attack. And the confessors relocated to another camp, with. the confessed men.
They continued staying with the confessors for a long time,. But, not long after, everything changed.
Tabitha had gone out with three other confessors, to get some supplies.
Caesar had stayed back at the camp, weaving some clothes with Isabelle - just like Tabitha had instructed.
Isabelle and Caesar had been together that evening, weaving the clothes, when suddenly, something unexpected happened.The cloth had slipped from Caesar's hand as he slowly, stood on his feet, his eyes dimming.
He had looked around, at himself, then at Isabelle. And Isabelle knew there was a very big problem when he asked:
"Where am I?"
It was just as if he had woken up from a very deep slumber, and that moment, Isabelle knew he was no longer confessed. She knew her sister.....her sister was no longer alive. Her powers were no longer active.
Being in confusion, Caesar ran out of the tent, out of the camp, headed home. He needed to meet his family first.
On the long way to the palace, the memories of what he had done when he was confessed, kept replaying in his head, but he waved then aside.
He panted heavily as he ran through the forest like a mad man. But when the particular scene flashed in his head, he suddenly groaned and fell on his knees.
He let out an agonizing cry for the first time in his life when he remembered how he fought and killed his own father. He killed his own father.
He wept for a long time in the forest, unable to bear the heartbeat. But after a long time, he consoled himself with the fact he still had a mother to return to.
Getting to the palace, he received a bigger shock, that his mother had passed out on hearing the news.
*****Isabelle was fearless, but if there was one person she feared in the whole earth, it was the King - King Caesar.She knew how the confessors broke him, and being the last confessor, she knew she was in deep trouble if she ever gets caught by him. She couldn't even imagine what would happen.
That day, when Caesar's spell was broken, she and the rest of the confessors flee from the camp, going into a more discrete place because they knew Caesar would come for them, and they were scared of his reaction.
Three days later, the bodies of the confessors that had gone out with Tabitha were found. They had been murdered, but Tabitha's body was never found.
In as much as everyone thought Tabitha was dead because Caesar's spell was broken, Isabelle still found it difficult to believe without seeing her sister's body.
Nevertheless, they continued hiding for a very long time, for months, but one day, their hideout was unfortunately discovered and they were ambushed by the King's guards.
Isabelle was lucky enough to escape, but every last one of her sisters, were wiped out.
King Caesar wanted everyone of them dead. But when he heard Isabelle had escaped, the sister to the confessor that had enslaved him, he changed the orders and instructed the guards not to kill her, but search for her and bring her to him - alive. He wanted her alive.
So many times, Isabelle had thought of committing suicide, but there was only one thing keeping her alive - just one thing.
She was the last of her kind and didn't want to put an end to her race - at least, it shouldn't happen by her own hand.
She was bold and fearless, but when it comes to the King, she was as scared as a cockroach. He was her greatest fear on earth, cause she knew how much they had hurt him, and she knew it wasn't going to be funny if he ever gets her.
At that moment the confessors were his greatest enemy. And since she was the last confessor, she knew she was his greatest enemy.
Isabelle walked for a long time before arriving at the small village.She had to go through the busy market first and as she walked along, the cap of her garment was over her head.She kept her head down the whole time, trying as much as possible to avoid the gazes of others because she knew she'd be in trouble, if her face gets seen by anyone.She was the most wanted person in the Kingdom at that moment.She was able to pass the market successfully and after a longer walk, she finally got to the small door and knocked on it.There was no reply.She looked around and knocked again.Damn it! Just open the door! She grumbled in her heart and almost immediately, she heard the door opening.It opened creakily until the face of the 'opener' was finally revealed.She gasped as soon as she saw the confessor."Isabelle???" She wanted so bad to scream the name, but ended
King Caesar stood quietly in the room, his thumb touching his lower lip, as he pleasantly watched the maid being screwed by the guards.The first one was done, the second one was on her, and the guard was on standby, waiting for the second."Please....please. I'm sorry" the maid cried as she laid on the floor, unable to move from the guard who was mercilessly screwing her hole.Caesar didn't even flinch as he leaned against the table and watched in satisfaction. That was what she gets from being disobedient.The second guard finished from her and stood up and the third guard started unhooking his belt."Please, my King. I'm sorry, please" the lady quickly went turned to Caesar, tears streaming down her cheeks."I'm sorry, please. Have mercy on me".She knew Caesar was never the type that listened to pleas, but having no other option, she just decided to try.His eyes were as cold as ever, her ple
After Emily left to get the herbs, Isabelle left the room where was and returned to the first, where Emily son had been laying.She stood and stared pathetically at the boy, placing her hand on his head.She knew he meant a lot to Emily and prayed he gets better soon.She left him and sat on the old wooden chair in the room, taking a deep breath as she rested her back. Finally...She touched her leg and confirmed it felt better. Better than before.As she leaned her head backwards, she closed her eyes and almost drowse.The sleep was tempting, but she tried not to. And suddenly, she thought of her sister.She recalled all they had been through together and concluded life had not been really fair on them.Tabitha and Isabelle grew up with just their father, who treated them like slaves. Their mother - who was also a confessor - died during Isabelle's delivery and Isabelle figured that wa
King Caesar sat in a comfy manner on his throne, his thumb rubbing his lower lip, while the confessor was brought in by his guards.His subjects were in the hall as well, standing accordingly on each side and watched as the confessor was brought in, her hands tied behind her.Caesar's cold eyes didn't leave her face for a second, Isabelle also fixed her eyes on him and finally, she was placed on her knees in front and him.She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it.She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor."Hmm" He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip."Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander - the last confessor on earth - kneeling in front of me".His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it.His face cr
Isabelle's heart thumped heavily as she stood behind him. Her hands were literally shaking, but she turned them into fists - nervous fists. Caesar didn't hear any sound or movement and he knew instantly that she was yet to undress. He turned with blazing eyes and confirmed the knowledge. She was still fully dressed and didn't look like she had any plans of undressing. "Do I have to repeat myself?" He asked hoarsely and Isabelle lowered her gaze to the floor.She could feel her entire system shaking. "Please...." She forced herself to say. That was all she could think of doing at the moment. "You can do anything to me - but not this". If Caesar had wanted to change his mind, seeing Isabelle plead against it had completely ruined everything. He needed something that'd hurt her pretty bad, something she didn't like. And seeing how scared she was of this, it just willed his detetmination.&nbs
Isabelle couldn't stop thinking pathetically as she followed the lady to wherever it was she was taking her. She didn't even care if it was somewhere dangerous. Her life was already a mess, being the King's prisoner.They walked down a quiet hallway, then got to where seemed a little noisy, coming across some guards who were drinking and laughing widely.As Isabelle walked by, they turned and stared seductively at her."Hey, confessor", one of them called in a sniggering voice."Come and confess me, please. Come and make me your slave".A roar of laughter was heard but Isabelle tried her best not to react to it or even stop to look at them. She just bent her head and continued walking like they were never referring to her.She knew they were only making mockery of her because of the Rada'Han on her neck. They knew her powers had been caged and that was what angered Isabelle to the core. She hated t
"Come on" the guard said gruffly and started walking away, expecting Isabelle to follow, of course.Isabelle glanced at the face of Mia and could see the saturnine look she had."Bye" she mumbled to Isabelle, but Isabelle didn't say a word as she started trailing behind the guard.The guard was so huge and his muscles stretched as he walked ahead of her, while Isabelle just lowered her gaze to the floor, thinking of what could possibly happen in the King's room. She wondered if she'd be able to escape it this time around.Oh! If only he'd have mercy on her. If only he'd punish her in any other way aside sex. She knew she might not survive it after this night. The memories - they'd hunt her.She had suddenly thought of running, running away from the guard, but she knew it was pointless. There were guards everywhere and without her powers, it'd be just a single lady against hundreds of guards. That was impo
There was a thin echo in Isabelle's ears as they awoken her subconsciousness.Her lids fluttered, but didn't open immediately, not until a hand tapped her."Confessor. Confessor" the voice was gentle.Isabelle opened her eyes blearily and found someone sitting in front of her,staring into her face.Her vision was blur at first, but little by little, the face of the lady became clear and she realized it was Mia."Hey, confessor. You need to wake up. Remember, I golf you you'd be commencing work today" Mia said gently, but it took Isabelle sometime before she was able to digest the current situation.Her head was muzzy and she tried to remember....The memories from the previous night came flashing into her head and they scared the hell out of her.She could remember the King ordering her out of his room, and when she tried to, she ended up passing out.What happened after that....it