The Devil's Son: As Cold As Ice

Chapter Seven: A Thousand Years Later

Suddenly, my surroundings seem clearer. I blinked twice in realization that I had just dreamt of the past. Slowly, I put my hand as I pressed on to my forehead. Why would I dream of something as puny as that?

‘Sir, do you need a blanket?’ the flight attendant asked. I stared at here for a moment and caught her blushing. But it sends emotion to me. I turned to my left to see if Lucian was around. But he was nowhere to be found. I turned back to the flight attendant who was still blushing all the way. ‘Where is the man that was sitting here?’ I asked. Her flustered shining eyes instantly stared at me with confusion. She cocked her head at an angle and blinked twice to batter her eyelashes at me. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. ‘Lucian Gaillard.’ I said in a firm tone. ‘There is no such person in this first class area, Mr. Chevalier.’ She said in her flirtatious tone.

I said nothing to her as I stared back at her coldly. I do not understand why they would continue whatever they are doing even though I have only been giving this cold look. I gave her no reaction and leaned back on my seat as I try my best to feel Lucian’s demonic aura. Yet, there was nothing. It was as though his not on this plane at all. I put my hand onto the seat next to me to get the feel of his demonic aura and there it was but only a weak amount of it. Instantly, I knew that Lucian had left me. Well, it is about time now. Since it have been so many years.

I heard a grunt beside me and heard the clocking of her heels against the carpeted floor. But why now? Why did he leave now? Somehow I could feel a scheme coming up. This brother of mine is very good at planning schemes. I let out another sigh as I realized that he might be setting me up with another girl again. But somehow, this feeling isn’t something like what his normal scheme would be. I couldn’t understand it but somehow it is deep within my heart.

As I walked myself to find myself a cab, that something within my heart grew. What is it? I haven’t felt this for a very long time. In fact, I have not felt anything at all for thousands of years. My legs halted and rooted to the ground as a familiar aura approaches. This aura…… Somehow, it felt disgusting. The feeling within my heart burst and my eyes followed the red Bugatti Veyron. A growl escaped my lips as a familiar face stopped before my eyes. Even though it is still a distance away, but I could see clearly. The Bugatti made a sudden stopped and the driver, no doubt that hateful face, is completely pale. Anger arose but my body couldn’t move. My heart beats fast and my eyes lock on to that face. Somehow, he too was staring at me in the face but yet, he is not looking at me. This made my blood boils. Don’t tell me that he had forgotten about me! How dare he forget about me? And why of all places, that he is here? Why is he here?! That car turned and moved away.

Instantly, I felt the urge to run towards it and destroy it to bits but I knew better than to simply approach him. After all, I want to ruin his life! If I was right, there is a girl next to him. This time, my brother, it is my turn to ruin your love! For over a thousand years, I had lost all my emotions. Now, the only emotion that came back to me was hate. The hate so big that can kill and destroy anything in sight. As I threw my luggage against the wall and made a huge crake against the suite’s wall, I stormed my way towards the table in front of me. I was all so ready to break it to pieces.

Suddenly, a picture caught my eyes. There it was, a man posing handsomely with a snobbish smirk on his face on the Forbes magazine with a boy who look one too familiar. The boy had those same green eyes as the hateful person with that perfectly styled jet black hair smirking smugly at me. Instinctively, my hands took the magazine up. As I read the front cover, my whole body shook vigorously. Damian Vleming, son of Timothy Vleming of Vleming Weapon Industry, Famous playboy and most wanted boy. How can he live with such luxury? He should be living in hell! He should be suffering for what he had done! Not reincarnated into a prince like life! How can this be?! For what he had done, how can he still be living in luxury?

Never would I have thought to see him here. Is this fate? Whatever it is, something wants him dead and I want to be the one to kill! The hatred for him can never be broken!