Blood Lust

Chapter 17

When I got home, I called in his guards.

"Take him to the backyard and make his grave into a mausoleum." I ordered coldly. Making sure they know their commands. They nodded and took his body.

I walked outside of the castle and started running. I ran as fast as I could away from the castle. I wanted nothing to do with it after Ace died.

I found Agni's hut after a while and I knocked on his door. A few seconds later it opened.

"No, you can't stay here, Ace would kill me." He sounded frightened.

"Ace is dead. The King of Death is dead and I need help to avenge my husband. I was hoping it would be you that would help me, if not that's okay but I would have to kill you." I shrugged with no emotion in my eyes whatsoever.

"I would've done it anyway but yeah, I'll help you get revenge. Who killed him?" He asked quietly and tried to sound gentle so he wouldn't tick me off. He knew I had changed already with his death.

"My ex-lover, Adam." I had spat out coldly. He nodded and started went to go grab his computer. When he came back he already found Adam.

"His real name is Smith Roberts."

The name ringed in my head. I knew it, but it felt different with it actually being confirmed. Did he know we were going to kill him? Or did he just want to kill him because he wanted me? Probably both, knowing Adam.

I ran out of Agni's home and started running to find out more about Smith Roberts. I ran until I hit ocean. I knew I was far from the castle, especially since it was right smack dab in the middle of the country of Aegearean Dynasty. Well, one of the castles Ace had owned.

The thought of Ace made me angrier with each passing moment. I ran again until I found a village and then I went into a shady-looking pub. I walked in, I was still in my gown. It was ripped and I was covered in blood but I ordered a drink.

"5 shots of whiskey." I ordered to the bartender. He nodded and fixed up my drinks immediately. I heard some guys in the back laugh.

"There's no way that girl can handle that strong of a drink." They laughed and as soon as I got my drinks I downed them with no hesitation. The burn of the whiskey burning the back of my throat but I didn't even flinch.

Their eyes widened and jaws dropped.

"Do any of you punks know a fucker named Smith Roberts, he took something of mine and now he owes me!" I shouted to the entire pub. One of the guys that was making fun of me nodded and motioned for me to come see him. My eyes narrowed and I looked at him blankly.

I walked over anyways though. No fear in my body at all, I didn't care if I died or not, plus it would have just brought me to Ace anyway.

"Tell me where the fuck he is, he has a debt and it's already due." I snarled in the man's face. He gulped and started spilling everything he knew.

"He lives in the kingdom next to ours. It's called the Macator Empire. He lives near the ocean and he is absolutely obsessed with the queen. I heard he killed the king because he tried to kiss her even though they were married." He said with nervousness evident in his voice.

"Why don't you come with me outside so you can tell me more?" I asked sweetly so he would open up to me more about Smith. He nodded back at me and started towards the door.

"Tell me more about his obsession with the queen." I ordered him. He shrugged at what I had said.

"That's all I know about him, I swear." He put his hands up in the air and that's when he became useless to me.

I took his life force into my mind and started pulling. His eyes started crying blood and blood poured out of open wounds and pores.

The feeling of pleasure rushed through me and I got off on it. Everybody deserved it for taking away my Ace. My husband. My everything. They all deserved to go through hell since my husband died.

After a slow painful death fo bleeding out, he fell to the ground and I smiled blood-thirstily. The feeling of his life force in the palm of my hand just made me moan in pleasure.

How can something so cruel be so pleasurable? I asked myself.

Some people ran out to see what the commotion was about with his screaming and crying. I looked over to them with no expression on my face.

"Hey, stop there, you are a criminal and we are calling law enforcement!" One person that was brave enough to defy me called out to me. But I took his blood and started pulling again. The same feeling of pleasure started rushing throughout my body.

They might have been innocent but I didn't care. The world needed to suffer for taking away the love of my life too early. I needed him still; to care for me, love me, and protect me like I would have him. But they took him away from me. I was angry for them punishing me for loving somebody. I was angry at the worlds for punishing me, although I had already was punishing myself.

The same thing happened to the man that happened to the guy I was talking to. Blood spilled out of his pores and wounds. He was crying as well, screaming while blood poured out of his eyes.

It was absolutely disgusting, but the most pleasurable feeling rushed through my body whilst it happened and I knew from that point on. I was the villain in my own story