𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞

62. Will it be a happy ending or a Shakespearean Tragedy?

Tens of burning torches stood upright, their tails buried in the ground like candles on a cake, to form a triangle. At all three corners, three human girls were placed. Their chasteness had been found intact and it was what was demanded for the ritual.

The witches formed a circle around the triangle. As they began rotating, their collective chants caused the air around them to dance to their tunes.

The girls had not been given name. They did not know who they had been conceived from. Their parents didn't either. All their life, they were prodded for their blood and had been trained to be numb to everything around them. Most of them didn't even know any language to communicate with each other. The Vampires discouraged them from learning. Only the cleverest humans picked up words sufficient to understand basic sentences.

But death... it could bring out the reaction of fear from anyone.

The girls struggled, produced long doleful cries, looked at each other for support and consolation. However, they couldn't escape. They were bound by magic.

Such corruption had been fed into the air by the witches that the impartial air itself had turned wicked.

Three cyclones of a meter radius formed around three little necks. Although the cyclones were the smallest of the small, they held energy of one of the big ones.

Naturally, the girls departed this pathetic life of theirs in no time.

Meanwhile, crows gathered and started cawing loudly outside the dungeon of the Royal Palace of Wicref.

Narcisse- the dead body of Narcisse had been left to rot in the dungeon as the Werewolf King deemed it necessary to humiliate the fraudulent seer even after his death. Little did he know that the soul of the sorcerer still had some power left even after the soul's vessel had been destroyed.

Narcisse's power, however little, could transcend the barriers of the werewolf, vampire and the human world.

Back in the Royal Castle of the Vampires, the flames of the torches extinguished one by one without missing their turns.

Lance, wearing a navy blue double-breasted blazer with crisp white lapel and bronze buttons, had been watching from the balcony of his palace while sipping blood from his personalized wine glass.

Upon seeing the success of the first part of his three segments plan, he smiled.

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"They made me cry tears of blood. Now, they shall see the bloodshed I perform in return." Anger and anguish evident in Xavier's harsh whisper, the King so full of bile and hatred was soon to be the emperor.

Scorned affection could unleash monsters within people. A direct personification of evil was what Xavier had become for his sworn enemies. Vampires loathed him more than Xanthus itself for not showing them mercy by throwing the remaining batch of cure towards their side.

Humaneness and compassion be damned! No deed done in Ariana's name would be a sin for Xavier, all would be for salvation, her being his deity.

At the same time, no King had ever received more glory to their name since Lancaster himself in the werewolf world than him. His personal blunders were all forgiven and forgotten. Praises came to him from all four directions. None of it gave Xavier an ounce of happiness. His desire for the Queen blinded him in every aspect. Mated or not, Lady Ariana was now regarded as 'the Queen' in the kingdom of Wicref.

A vow of destruction had been taken by Xavier as the peace treaty proposed by Lance, the Vampire Prince, laid crumpled on the floor.

Just then, the door to his office opened without a knock. It was the Duke and the Duchess. They walked over to him while eyeing his face and the squashed paper.