'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1

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Jschlatt's POV:

I paced in my cell, furious. How could my plan fail—just like that?

My fist clenched as an overwhelming amount of rage fumed inside of me, growing bigger and bigger by the second. How could that idiot beat me! He's a demon! Ya sure, he doesn't murder, harm, or cause mayhem— but do people really want a demon to rule the Blaze kingdom over a real, good looking, muscular man?

I brought my arm up, my fist still clenched. Before I could punch the hard, dark stone wall, I heard a noise. It sounded like the clink of a heel.

I brought my arm down, slowly turning around. I heard the chains that were around my heel, drag against the floor. There, two pairs of eyes met mine. Two figures stood at the top of the staircase.

The dim light in my cell didn't provide me enough light to recognize the people. I heard one chuckle before the figure on the right started to walk down the stairs. Their shoes made the same noise I heard earlier. The other figure followed behind.

The closer they had gotten to the light, the more I could see their features.

Approaching me was a ravishing looking woman and a taller male. They both had on rather fancy clothes. The lady wore a sleeveless, wide, red dress with silk white gloves that went up to her elbow. She had pale skin with light blush pampered on her cheeks.

The man wore a red, royal mantle with dark gray pants and darker shoes. He had a little darker skin than the other. The thing they both had in common was what laid on their head. A shiny crown laid on both their heads.

I recognized them. I knew them. I just . . . couldn't figure out who.

"Oh, it's such a shame, Darling, that we had fallen for his traps," the woman spoke. She leaned in, grabbing my chin and bringing my face up to look her in the eyes. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the dim light.

"It's such a shame that your beastly intentions have gotten the best of you, friend." "Who knew, such a handsome, arrogant man, could be so cruel," she added.

I started to feel uneasy.

What had happened to the anger? Why did I feel. . . scared?

"But now, . . . you're locked up in a cage, like the animal you are. You have been exposed for it all . . . Now, you can no longer lie. You can't frame others for your wrongs, any longer . . ."

Darryl's POV:

I have to admit, Zak's idea was awesome!

We could invite Nikki, Jack, Ant, and Velvet and we could all dance in the ballroom! Oh, the night would be great! Music could be played in the background, red streamers could run across the walls, and best of all, loads of sweets that consist of cake, macrons, and fudge, all nicely arranged on a table.

As my mind wandered as to what I could add to the celebration and things I could do to make it fun, my mind wandered a little too far.

I could feel my cheeks heat up. I need to think about the party, and the party only . . . Perhaps I could tell them . . . Perhaps they'd help . . .

I sighed, deciding to go outside for a walk to get my mind away from the thought. I walked throughout the garden, brushing my hand against the trees.

Eventually, I came to the main tree.

Its split colors stood out from all the rest. That was why it was chosen.

I brushed my hand on it too.

I felt the flowers, not expecting to feel the petals of two extra. I looked back at the tree. Only three red flowers were supposed to be on the tree—one for me, Alex, and Jschlatt. . . But instead, two more red flowers lay on the tree.

Two flowers that hadn't been there before . . .

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