Black Blooded

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     Everyone stayed quiet during the funeral, and of course, Azeala did not attend. She was locked away in Nicklaus' room, watching people swarm in and out of the castle grounds. She hated his room. The short, ash colored walls made her feel like she was staying in a prison.

     She was becoming depressed by all the darkness surrounding her kingdom. All the queen wanted was for her people to be safe and warm.

     Walking over to the other window, she sighed at the dying garden. The castle garden used to be thriving with life; buzzing with vibrants. She remembered having walks in between the rows of bright flowers to calm her head and to sing to herself. Azeala barely heard the footsteps form her daydream, but calmly looked to the laundry shoot and climbed inside, rocketing herself down. As she landed in a heap of dirty clothes, the queen touched her aching stomach. It was hurting more than normal...

     After sneaking out of the laundry room, she carefully walked the halls. With the funerals in session, the halls were empty. Her throat burned like white charcoal and her steps started to waver as if she had gotten into the brandy once again. The temperature in the corridor started to drop dramatically as ice folded out of her delicate skin.

     Azeala placed her hand on the wall to steady herself, accidentally forcing ice to crawl up the wall, covering her coronation portrait in frozen pain. A short gasp left her lips as her knees gave out and her body collapsed into a mass of dirty skirts.

     Hefty arms wrapped around her frame and dragged her away, leaving a trail of melting ice. The queen had no energy to scream. She hoped her capture would kill her. Maybe make her death quick and simple?

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     Lucifer rushed to Nicklaus' room, smile wide on his face. He needed to speak to the queen. The devil wanted to tell her the new idea he came up with. They could prove the council was committing treason! He knocked on the door once; paused, then knocked twice quickly.

     No answer.

     His stomach felt strange, he knew something was wrong. As he opened to door, he saw the laundry shoot door open. Sighing, Satan trailed to the laundry room. She wasn't there, but he could smell her. That delicious aroma; she was here at one point.

     He went out the back door that led into the corridor. The fallen angel gasped at what he saw. Ice covered the walls and it seemed to be growing by the minute. The sharp, twisted shards were like giant claws that were digging into the hallway. Some even seemed to reach the floor.

     It seemed to cover the queen's coronation portrait, but was also branching across the wall, covering anything in its path. "Oh, Azeala... What have you done?"

     The devil looked down at the floor after he stepped on a growing little icicle. Several of these icicles trailed down the stairs leading into the dungeon area. He knitted his brows together and followed the trail, come face to face with Nick.

     "Nicklaus." Lucifer mused, observing him. "Have you seen ma colombe?" Ma colombe was French for 'my dove', and the queens code word; Lucifer lead everyone to believe it was her name in a forgotten language. Nicklaus smirked, lust flicking around in his eyes. The devil found this discussing, considering how Nick only seemed to want the queen for her ripe body. "Ma colombe left a little while ago, however, she sucked my dick right over there." The knight jabbed his thumb over in the direction of a corner.

     Lucifer closed his eyes in annoyance, trying desperately to forget the memory of her sweet lips wrapped around his cock as she swallowed every inch down her throat. "You let her suck your off in the open?" He lowered his voice to a growl. "They'll kill her if she's found out, you realize this?" Now staring daggers at the guard, Lucifer tightened his jaw.

     "Relax, Hades, we were careful." Nick chuckled. "She went towards the kitchen last I saw." He called over his shoulder, walking away.

     Lucifer bit his bottom lip, keeping a growl in. He wanted nothing more than to punch that guard, but he didn't, he just walked away, still looking for his little dove.

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     The first thing she noticed was the heat. Her bare body pooled in sweat as the heat covered and lapped at her precious skin. The queen remained calm as she swiveled her head, straining her eyes, looking for any sign of where she might be.

     Those hazel eyes flicked across the tight box of a room, but all she saw were shadows. Azalea was sitting up, naked, bound to a torture chair. Her head looked around the room more fiercely as deep chuckling surrounded her. "Oh, my love," He spoke, walking so carefully to her. "Oh, my queen. Not so feisty with the heater on, are we?" He touched her hardened cheek, smirking at the betrayal in her wide eyes.

     "How could you do this to me? Why? I. . . I thought you loved me!" Overwhelmed with emotions, the queen snapped, trying so desperately to use her powers to freeze his nuts off, but the heat only allowed her to sweat and steam.

     "I don't love anyone, babes." He was so calm and patient. He was watching her all this time, gaining her trust, making her fall in love again; all so he could get closer to Márlió's daughter and marry into the royal family. "No, you were just a speed bump, Azalea. Once Zaliki takes the throne, I with betroth her, and become king!"

     Azalea gasped, struggling against her ropes. "No! You can't do that!" She instantly stopped as his hand laid on her breast. "No, but I can do this. . ."

     He groped, twisted, and pulled on her breasts, laughing at her pleas. No matter what, her body was always just so responsive. "My little whore, I bet you're wet for me, aren't you?"

     "Please don't do this!"

     "Your body will always be mine to do whatever I want to with!"

     "I did nothing but care for you! I lov-"

     He shut her up by dragging her chair to the dungeon cell bed by her lovely hair. "And now I'm going to rape you. See, my queen, you shouldn't be so compassionate!" He spit on her, clawing at her ropes, then slammed her down on the concrete bed, hand around her throat.

     "Go ahead and scream, I'm sure the prisoners would love to jack off to your pain." He slapped her, then rolled her over, smirking as the prisoners watched him take both her holes.

     The queen cried, sobbing into the stone as her lover defiled her and used her. She wanted nothing less than to die.

     After her capture was done with her and his spunk was leaking and covering her, he tossed her into the next cell over, smiling evily as he watched the captives do the worst to her little holes.

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