The Angel of Death

Part - 12

It was yet another gloomy day at Nomansland, no silver shiny sky, no beautiful moons, no sounds of chirping birds, no sweet smelling breeze, in fact there was no breeze what so ever. Unlike breathtakingly beautiful Xaincia, Nomansland was a hollow world. No one lives here anymore, no birds, no animals, nothing.

Gloomy weather and thick mist makes visibility blurry. The ruins of once elegant castle was still here but that's what it is now. Ruins.

Alayken has spent three long months here recovering from the wounds given to him in the dungeon by Darien the king of Xaincia' s order. He was just on the brink of his demise when he transported himself here gathering whatever was left of his powers.

Thanks to Tiatan who was still free and a master of his art helped him to regain his strength. Now he was much better and ready to take his revenge. Only thing he needed was his nephew Stefan.

At first he thought Stefan was too held prisoner in the dungeons, not far from him but later he realized that he wasn't, or he would have done something to prevent Darien from starving his favorite uncle.

After coming here he came to know from Tiatan that Stefan wasn't even in Xaincia. He was exhaled from Xaincia to live out his immortal life on earth. How very thoughtful of Darian.

Now he would bring Stefan back and together they would finish what they have started years ago. Alayken would have his revenge and Stefan, well that he will think about when the time comes.

Right now he was impatient to see Stefan again and take his plans forward.

He was pacing in the dead garden of the ruins of the castle when Tiatan approached him "Your nephew is the lost cause." He said before hopping on the remaining broken wall of the boundary.

"What?" Alayken asked looking at the huge shaggy man.

"I said..." Tiatan started but Alayken rudely cut off his explaining and said "I heard what you said but why you said that? Where is Stefan?"

"He is on earth, playing house with a mortal girl" Tiatan replied sullenly.

"You mean you didn't bring him back with you?"

"He refused to come"

"Did you tell him that I...."

"I told him everything but he just refused to help us. To be exact his very words was 'I would never help anyone who plans to destroy Xencia."

"Hmmm" Alayken mumbled deep in his thoughts. Now his nephew refused to help him with his plans to overthrow Darian from the throne. He was and still is his main tool of his entire plan. Stefan have to help him or all he did, all he went through in the dungeons of Xaincia would be for nothing.

"Did you say something about the mortal girl?" He asked and Tiatan nodded "Well then I think I should go and meet my nephew on earth. I am sure he would throw away his latest toy when he sees his uncle have come to his rescue"

"Rescue?"

"Of course. After all we are going to end his exhalation from Xaincia. Finally he can come home"

"What if he doesn't want to come home"

"Too bad. He won't have a choice. Now come on, we don't have much time." Alayken said and started towards their temporary gateway through dimensions with a very confused warlock in tow.

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Stefan woke up with a killer headache. Hangover was not new to him but in last five years he got unused to it.