Part 9

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King Tirus couldn't show that he was surprised to see Aria again after so many years.

When his eyes met hers, the look of emptiness was no longer there.

She seemed hopeful somehow despite everything he knew she'd been through.

He knew she wouldn't remember him and the thought of it hurt somewhere in his long cold heart.

Touching the girls disgusted him, he may have been raised to be this way but he knew of a time when he was shown the light, that there was better for him- even if that light was fire.

He turned away from the last girl with disinterest and ascended the stairs to his thrown.

"Bring me the master." He said coldly.

Two guards walked over to escort the Master to the king.

Master kneeled obediently in attempt to save himself from whatever wrath or praise he may receive.

"Yes your highness?" He said in a low voice.

"Have you enjoyed the comforts of the mansion this throne has gifted to you?" King Tirus said in an unreadable tone.

"Yes very much so your highness." Master replied in a higher tone this time.

"Good." King Tirus said snapping his fingers.

He watched Arias eyes widen with horror as the masters throat began spilling crimson blood.

His lifeless body slumped to the floor and he could sense the vampires stiffen as the smell of blood filled the air.

Aria then looked up into King Tirus's eyes and his chest tightened to see a quick wave of relief wash over her only to be replaced by fear towards him.

Would she ever remember him?

Would she accept someone who balances on the edge of darkness?

He glanced over with a silent cue and the vampires appeared in front of him within an instant.

King Tirus stood so that he towered above them from his throne.

"These three have proven themselves worthy of making a selection. Today marks a time in history where peace between the kingdom of Steald and Devuniake remains upheld." He announced to the crowd.

Although he knew that peace would not last long. They will soon need an heir to their throne but she had been lost, the blame being placed on their kingdom.

Ever since, selections were held to keep their wrath of their loss at bay. Lives destroyed and souls lost to repay the false blame.

The thought of it made King Tirus sick, knowing the real truth to their lost heir.

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