On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 64

Harry introduced Ilyas to the others. With Ilyas by his side, it would be much easier to fight. Even if someone noticed them, he could compel them. 

"Callum and Oliver, you can stay here. Zarin, you can follow me." 

Since they could easily hide and teleport, it would be better to leave Callum and Oliver out of this part. 

It was an easy part. Harry put them to sleep, and Ilyas and Zarin teleported them to the dungeon and locked them in different cells. 

Now they had to get rid of the footsoldiers. 

"Lord Harry. If you want, you can start with the King. I will release your men and we can take care of the others." Ilyas told him. 

"Alright. I'll leave it to you." Harry said, then turned to Zarin. "Follow Ilyas lead," Harry told him 

"I'll follow you. I am here to protect you." He said. 

"You are here as my guard. I give orders, you follow." Harry warned him. 

Harry saw confusion in his eyes, but he didn't have time to think about him, so he proceeded to find the king. He had never seen his room before, so he couldn't teleport there. That was the difference between teleporting as a witch and a demon. Demons could teleport without knowing what the place they wanted to be looked like. But witches had to envision the place. 

This meant he had to find it on his own. He walked in the shadows of the halls in the king's quarters, putting the guards he came across to sleep until he found his room. Two guards stood at each side of the door. 

Harry thought of putting them to sleep, but he would fight them later, anyway. So he stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself. The guards seemed confused for a moment, but then quickly reached for their swords. Harry attacked and killed them swiftly with only two strikes of his dagger. He went for the throat. 

Then he kicked the door to the king's room open. The guards in his quarters were sleeping, so it didn't matter, and Harry wanted to scare him. 

Rufus moved in his bed and tried to sit up. "What is…" He began but stopped when he saw Harry in the dim light. 

Harry stood still, letting him realize what was happening. He wanted him to become afraid. 

The king's eyes widened with fear and realization. He held the sheets close to his body and flinched back. "Guards! Guards!" He yelled. 

"They are all dead!" Harry told him with a smirk and calm tone. 

"H-how did y-ou get out?" He asked, stuttering. 

"I will tell you all about it," Harry said stalking toward his bed. 

"Don't come close!" He yelled. 

Harry grasped the collar of his shirt and then placed his dagger on his throat. "If you yell again, I will cut your tongue." Harry threatened, looking into his eyes. Then, before he could think, he teleported them both to the throne hall. 

Rufus was so shocked, his legs started shaking. "What...what are...you?" 

"Demon," Harry said flashing an evil smile. "I thought you knew that my father is the devil's son." 

Rufus shook his head in denial. "This is a nightmare. It has to be." He started talking to himself. 

Harry gave him a push, and he stumbled forward. He gave him another push to keep going toward the throne. Right when he was a few steps away, he kicked the back of Rufus's knees so he fell on them. 

He kept shaking. "This is a nightmare." He closed his eyes as if he would wake up to another reality when he opened them. 

Harry went to sit on his throne. When he opened his eyes and saw where he sat, "you can take it!" He hurried to say. "You can take all of it. Just let me go." He rubbed his hands against each other, pleading for his life. 

"I am not doing this for the throne," Harry said. 

"This is about the fight, right? I will clear your name. Please." He continued to rub his hands. 

"It is not about that either." 

He looked up at Harry confused, his eyes darting around trying to think of what else he could have done. Harry could see that he couldn't find another reason.

While his guards took care of other parts of the castle, Harry thought that he could have a talk with King Rufus and make him see his bad deeds. 

"Do you use young boys and girls for your own pŀessurr?" Harry asked. 

Rufus seemed surprised by his question, but clearly he found nothing wrong with it from the way he confidently responded, "yes." 

"And you don't think that is wrong?" 

He looked at Harry, appalled. "Every King does it. I am sure your father does it." 

Harry frowned when he named his father. "You don't know my father." 

"I know wealthy and powerful men. That is how we live. Those boys and girls can feed their families thanks to us." 

Harry couldn't believe his ears. He actually thought he was doing them a favor. "Maybe their families are starving because of you, to begin with." 

He chuckled. "You are still young and naive. I can't feed an entire kingdom."

"As a king, you can create opportunities for people to make a living." 

"What do I gain out of it?" He asked. 

Harry had enough now. "Well, what did you gain out of being the way you are now?" He asked, reminding him of the position he was in. 

"There must be a way we can negotiate?" He suggested. 

"The only way for you is a painful death," Harry told him, then he put him to sleep. 

He wouldn't wake up for a long while unless Harry wanted him to, so he decided to look for his men and see if everything was going as planned. To his surprise, before he could look for them, they found him. 

Harry was surprised. They couldn't have taken care of everything so fast. Or did something go wrong? 

Zarin walked up to him, a worried expression on his face. 

"What happened?" Harry asked as soon as he neared before he could speak. 

"Ilyas. He killed them all in the blink of an eye. Who is he?"