SWEET VENGEANCE

Part 3

After barking out the command, Damon went back to his normal calm, eerie
demeanor. On the other hand, Lucious,
even after so many years, hadn't adjusted
to the blindness and ruthlessness of the
master that he served.
Another murder?
Another innocent life that will no longer
exist?
If Lucious's master heard his inner
monologue, God knows what will end up
with him.
Why does he always have to kill people to get what he wants? Is ruining millions of lives really that simple?
With shivers running down his spine,
Lucious said,
"My lord, if his fiance will be killed by
you, he will marry someone else, not
affecting him even in the slightest."
Lucious didn't want his master's hand to be
stained with the blood of another innocent
soul. He knew that by killing people,
Damon was only become more empty and
soulless, as a loyal guard, advisor, and
maybe a friend, Lucious only wished for his
master to be bestowed with the best. Damon said, "Doesn't that guy like that
woman? I am sure that atleast he will
pretend to mourn for sometime. At this
very moment, the most that I am capable of
to make him suffer is to stall his precious
little marriage."
Lucious sighed, and turned around when
he heard the loud banging on the door as
two guards dragged a man inside the room.
One of the young and seemingly muscular
guards said, "Your Majesty, this young man
over here seemed to be eavesdropping on
the conversation between you and royal
guard Lucious."
They all bowed as the captive man
was shivering in fear, he was scarcely
breathing as Damon glared at him.
"-I was not, I-I was not eavesdropping Your
Highness. I-I swear to God I wasn't."
Standing up from his mighty throne, Damon
took slow and terrifying steps which were
scarily steady, towards the shivering young
man. The man continued, shaking with
fear,
"I-I came here t-to deliver the royal
in-invitation for the banquet, I didn't
eavesdrop my lord."
"Let him down" signalled Lucious towards the guard. The guards immediațely abided
by him minutes ago and left the room with tle man'still kneeling down, shivering wvith utmost fear.
The man that was already on his knees
began crying and begging with his hands
joined together, showcasing the utmost
terror that he had towards the young
master in front of him. The man said, "
Your Highness, p-please, decapitate my
tongue so I can't speak, cut my hands so I
can't write, cut my ears and eyes so that I
might never hear or see in the highness's
direction, but please, please spare my life.
I didn't hear even a single word that you
uttered, Your Highness." He took out the
invitation with shaking hands and put it on
the floor.
"I just came here to deliver this invitation."
Damon lowered his head to the level of the
guard and deeply glared into the eyes of
the terrified man.
Damon, "Oh, how scared are you?" Damon
said in a gruff voice, and the man felt the
floor being swept away from his feet. He
couldn't even meet the cold eyes of Damon,
his palms were sweating, he was scared,
scared to death. To him, he was at the door
of death. And the man in front of him was
the personified version of death.
Damon looked like the god of this puny human realm, the creator, the destroyer, the taker, the giver.
Damon continued, "When I see the tremor
that is fear in the eyes of you people, I feel
blissful and peaceful. My heart feels so
much better." A smirk was evident on his
handsome and charismatic face. The man
trembled even more.
The man pleaded with a stutter," Your
Highness I-I didn't even hear a single word.
Please believe me." His lips were shaking
tremendously.
( AUTHORS NOTE:"Your Highness, make me sweat, make me
harder, make me lose my breath, make me
water. But spare my life." dayummmbitches)
Damon was known for being merciless,
cruel prince. People believed that his heart
was made of stone, no, it was turned into
one, sculpted into it when his childhood
was ruined. Putting others down, killing
people, snatching away their peace, it
made him gleeful. It was the only source of
his satisfaction.
Damon said, "The person who is terrified of
death, it is more beneficial to kill him. Kill
him for fun."
The man's eyes widened, sweat and tears
ran down his face.
This was the wrath of the cruel Prince of Lorvil, Damon Archer.