"When that pretty little heart is finally yours, I want it ripped from her chest with no mercy. I want to see the look of betrayal in her eyes knowing you, the one she loved, was the one to bring her to her knees." //
When an evil demon king wants t...
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The Border Forest was dark and eerie- something you'd expect vampires worse than even Dracula to live in. Ironically, there were. Midas and I walked down the trail, and luckily for me, it made things hard to see, and Midas was having trouble keeping up.
"Where are we gonna hide?" he asked.
I stayed quiet. I needed to stage something quick. The whole time we had been walking, Midas was asking me personal questions. He wasn't as dumb as he looked.
"So where are you from?" he asked.
"Crestview." I answered, keeping my gaze forward. I refused to look at him in hopes he wouldn't get the chance to recognize me.
I felt power encase me as I sensed we had crossed the border into my father's land. I let out a slow breath, embracing the warm welcome. It was as if the darkness of the land was alive, ready to answer all of my commands.
This forest was the only weak spot in the barrier, considering most weren't stupid enough to wander in. The corner of my lips tugged and I watched the shadows at the roots of the trees recognize my princely presence.
And I told them Midas was a threat.
No magic needed — Grecia would sense it if I had used it.
The shadows from the ground looked as if they were alive, encasing us both. I heard Midas let out a yelp. They weren't hurting him in anything except his mind, but their mind rapes were as sinister as they got, driving even the sanest mad.
In my fit of shadows, they were acting as a shield to protect me. I quickly thought of a way to alter my appearance with no magic. I clenched my eyes shut, gritting my teeth, and my father's words echoed throughout my head;
'Do what you need to do.'
If I didn't, he would do worse.
I dropped to my knees, my hands searching for a jagged rock. If I could just alter my appearance, they wouldn't have the chance to recognize me further. My fingers wrapped around one and my hands shook around it. I heard the screams of Midas near me, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer if I didn't hurry.
Ugh, goodbye perfect face.
But I couldn't chance it. I couldn't take the chance of them recognizing me.
I slashed it against my face diagonally, a huge wound opening from my forehead, past my eye, and down to my chin. Blood poured out immensely, and I let out a loud groan.
The shadows disappeared, and I looked over to Midas. He was pale, and he turned over onto his knees and threw up. His fingers were clenched in the earth. He looked over to me now and his eyes widened in horror. Despite whatever he may have seen, whatever he may have gone through, he ran over to me to make sure I was okay.
