Conquest of Magic

Part 49

Edmond P.O.V

The grand council chamber wrapped me in an eerie darkness, casting long shadows that danced across the majestic walls adorned with ancient sculptures. As I stood in front of the council, the air was thick with an unsaid tension. A servant, almost invisible in the shadows, stood there waiting for my order.

I raised my hand to the servant, and he nodded before filling my glass with blood. It was mixed in with alcohol, just the way I like it. I took a sip before letting out a sigh. The liquid went down my throat as I took a gulp, providing a little comfort. Nonetheless, the council's collective stare bore into me from the minute I sat comfortably on the plush seat. Their eyes were glowing with a challenging rage that revealed their hatred for my vampiric origins. I could say they are not fans of my race.

My request for a treaty with the witches lingered in the heavy air and was met with doubt and suspicion.

"I propose we consider allying with the witches to end the bloodshed," I said calmly. The council's reaction was palpable, and my proposal's boldness hung in the air like a thick fog. The council members looked at each other with concern as they never expected the ruthless vampire king to appear in front of them boldly and request to sign a treaty with witches whom he blames for Queen Amanda's death.

I looked at each member's face and understood that they wouldn't agree to it easily. I also suggest that the witches provide us with blood from the human land. This will make sure that humans are no longer hurt by us. After surveying the faces of each council member, it became apparent that convincing them would not be easy. Attempting to maintain a neutral tone, I suggested that the witches provide us with blood from the human land to ensure the safety of humans. However, my words carried a subtle sarcasm that didn't go unnoticed.

"That is enough!" shrieked one of the elders, slamming his hands on the table.

There were four among them who held the most authority and were revered—and feared—by all races.

Lord Zephyr radiated royal elegance. His long silver hair flowed down his back, and his searing sapphire eyes possessed the wisdom of a thousand years. His aquiline nose stood out among the others. His dominating presence commanded attention, and his deep voice carried the weight of decades of verdicts.

Lady Seraphina is a symbol of ageless beauty, with golden hair that shimmers like sunlight and emerald-green eyes that conceal a secret allure. Her grace could put an end to even the most intense debates.

Lord Drakon was a representation of strength; his craggy look spoke of decades of battle. Charcoal-grey hair framed a rugged jaw, and stormy grey eyes conveyed unwavering determination.

Lady Lysandra is an intriguing figure with midnight-black hair that flows like a torrent of shadows and amethyst eyes that hold the mysteries of the universe. Her quiet demeanour concealed great strength, and her words were riddles.

These four council members, each ancient and authoritative, were a formidable force to be reckoned with. Their appearances and auras were a reflection of their centuries of experience and their unyielding dedication to maintaining order among the races. In their presence, even the boldest would lower their gaze and bow to the power they possessed.

Edmond, we know your true intentions. We are all aware of your schemes about your revenge plans and how you planned to turn the human girl into a weapon. Now you want to sign a treaty? It's not convincing for us. Lady Seraphina accused me of having ulterior motives and not being sincere about wanting to sign a treaty.

The truth came out, and he couldn't shake the weight of his original goals. For a brief while, the room seemed to close in on him, and doubt clouded his mind. Could they see past his trick?

I shifted in my seat, a bit nervous, wondering if they were able to see through my plan. I got nervous, but I stood up confidently and met her eyes.

"Lady Seraphina, I get it now," he said, meeting her eyes with sincerity that surprised even himself. "Revenge consumed me, and turning the human girl into a weapon seemed like justice. But Queen Amanda, in my dreams, is all about peace. I resisted at first, but now I understand. I need to honour her wish for peace among all races. That's why I want to sign the treaty and make things right."

His words hung in the air, a demand for understanding and a second chance. However, he could sense the lingering distrust in the room.

"We'll give you a chance to fix things, but it's not for your sake; it's for the late queen," warned Lord Darkon, sounding like a threat. He made it clear that if anything went wrong or harm came to Queen Irna or the girl Kristen, I'd be held accountable, and there would be consequences. It was a serious warning—the kind that meant if any race went against the council, their whole race could be wiped out.

Lord Zephyr spoke after a few moments of silence in the room, placing the white folder on the table with a hint of disgust and frustration. "I hope you don't disappoint us, Edmond. He said and left the chamber, followed by the others.

The determination Edmond expressed was genuine, but beneath it, a seed of revenge still thrived. The witches, unaware of the impending storm, wouldn't leave the vampire land alive. Edmond was resolute, a man torn between the promise of peace and the shadows of vengeance.

The journey ahead was filled with uncertainty, and Edmond knew he was walking a precarious path.