DONATUS- The Fate Of The Vampire Prince (VampireXwitch)

Chapter Fifty- Kings and their Quarrels

Zurich

The irony of my life is never lost on me. I go from the ruthless murderer, the monster you warn your children about-unfeeling, incapable of love, to loving a Maleficus of all creatures. Becoming a father when my relationship with mine was always odd and capricious. I go from the most feared vampire prince to a sad, angry shell of him after losing A'Miza, and now? Now instead of using people to kill me...using her to kill me like the last time ...the Folded Woman has turned the goddamn tables. She was brilliant, so I had to hand it to her. She was evil, cold, and more menacing and calculated than even me. She was like a damn cat...playing with their prey before striking them dead. Had Iminan chosen death, I would have killed him right then and there. Had I not loved the little Rabbit this much, she'd have witnessed my true wrath as well. I don't know how I did it, but instead of punishing her, I asked her to go...to leave this house before I lost my senses. I knew that the Michelin woman was pulling the strings when she asked me to kill King Ivan. I knew she wanted me to start a war and I still did it... for love. Alex and Iminan were just sore spots for me...business I needed to handle on the side. But this? This was brilliant. I killed Ivan and made my father angry all in one move. So angry, in fact, that he compelled A'Miza to fuck Iminan, knowing I would kill one or both of them in a blind rage! I'm sure he had bet that I'd have killed A'Miza when I found out though. He was never too fond of her, a Maleficus. What relief and joy he must have felt watching me kick her out. Witnessing me be awful to her...

The nasty words I've said to her panged at my chest. The way I've behaved...

Was there any way we could come back from that?

I couldn't answer that, and it only made me more irate.

Oh, Maaldamir you've done it now, you little fucker.

The Folded woman's wish was to finish what she and Selene started... and maybe just have a little fun while she was at it, too. But...I wasn't sure she had anything to do with Maaldamir's betrayal...all signs point to my father playing chess with me. A game of chess to take his crown back. A'Miza was right, she was compelled. Maaldamir was angry. He did say that bringing A'Miza back wasn't a fair trade for war. Had I been in his shoes, I'd probably agree. But Ivan was a Nazi, racist little cunt who had a basement filled with black and Jewish women and werewolves he kept as sex pets...sedated of course and because of a ludicrous treaty I had nothing to do with he was just going to live another few thousand years, maybe? When the trade-off was his life for A'Miza's? The folded woman had the suitable victim in mind... it's just that her motives weren't as pure as eradicating filth from this earth. That is unless she considered Imperiumites filth, then this was indeed the best move. If I wasn't prepared for war with Seth, I'd be upset at these events. If Maaldamir had just kept his anger subdued, this would have been a smooth battle. But this little game? This little game was gonna leave him being ash on my nice hallway floorings. And if...this was all part of her plan, she'd get her war. Maaldamir will die, Seth will die...and the dead, including her...will die again, and that's a bloody promise!

I scoffed at my thoughts from earlier today. For once, I was laying down in my bed, and I am extremely annoyed and antsy. I wish I could sleep, my mind is just constantly racing. I felt lost in my own head, and with the amount I'd been drinking, no thought was clear. The buzz won't last for long. My mind just goes to the events of earlier in flashes, and I am tossed back into the wretched memory.

My fangs bore out of my gums and I cracked my neck in anticipation of his next move.

"I compelled her to sleep with him, " he shrugged as he came closer to me...inching closer and closer with his eyes glowing red and fags already ejected. Nothing could be done about my temper at that point. "You risk us all by killing Ivan, over a stupid little Maleficus, who served any purpose she could possibly have by giving you an heir since thats all the blood bags are good for, then she became worm food and what do you do? You dig her back up and at the cost of what? A war with the goddamn Russians!"