Stay With Me

Chapter 15

A vast blanket of white hung heavy over the hills. It suffocated every building and every tree at their base, swallowing every distant object and vanishing around every corner. Zayn held out his hand in front of him and watched it become partially obscured. The raven haired lad stood side next to Valac who didn't look so happy to being here. Casca was still possessing Harry it seemed, so Harry and Casca were there in line with them as well. They all then felt people walking through them. The people were all broken and seemingly tiered. They hands were covered in ash, and the women carried baskets on top of their head. Men were riding horseback, as the shipped goods to one man to another. Children weren't smiling nor playing with any sort of toys. They all just sat with hunger and desperation for freedom in their eyes. The worries of adulthood already consumed their minds, stealing them from any fun in their lives.

Zayn watched with sad eyes, but looked away once Father and Son started walking off in the opposite direction. He followed behind, and aimlessly until they got to a place that looked less poor than the last. The people still lugged around objects, but the people here looked more livid. Some children were in the yards playing with the farm pets, and some girls were in the yard or on the front porch reading or sewing.

They continued to walk, and Zayn continued to watch as the neighborhoods gradually became better and better until they came to a castle.

'My empire ' Valac said softly as they made their way inside of the kingdom.

Guards stood at the doors, and they just walked straight through the door. The palace was an old country mansion that had been extended over the centuries. It now had four sides around a central quadrangle and over five hundred rooms. It took a small army of servants to upkeep such a large abode and indeed most of the rooms were ever used. The monarch dwelled in only one corner on one floor and rarely stepped foot in the rest of his dwelling. But the palace was a status symbol, it set the emperor above the peasants and that is where he needed to be, separate, apart, superior, untouchable. The palace was high upon the hill overlooking the town, it's many pointed towers giving it the look of an eccentric crown. The walls were a white stone that glistened in the summer sun and the roof was gold slate.

Zayn watched as Valac ghosted his hands over the gold outlining of the designed boarder of the walls. He stared in astonishment at the interior of the palace. They walked some more then finally got to a place where a young man around his twenties sat upon a throne. Zayn watched intently, and stared between the stranger and Valac.

'Yes that's me Zayn. When I was mortal'

Zayn nodded and then took in the features of human Valac. He had hazel crown eyes, and short but flowy jet black hair. His face was blank from any emotion, and he possessed no facial wrinkles. He wore a golden crown, with a white and gold robe on. The servant girls to his sides fanned him with huge leaves while his wife sat by his side in her own throne chair. Her maids fed her grapes and massaged her shoulders gently for the queen's liking.

"King and Queen, I've come to offer my service to you. In return for the freedom of my son Hayacinth." an elderly man said kneeling upon his knees to show his respect for the king.

"What good will you do for me peasant?" Valac said as his wife reached over and laced their fingers together.

"Good knowledge. I am a wise old man, who has ventured thorough life by Aristotle's side. He's taught me philosophy, poetry, drama, science and politics. I could be of great service to you my king."

'Zayn' Valac says sternly as Casca and him starting walking up the stairs and to the other part of the kingdom.

They passed door after door, until they came to a room where a little girl with dark raven hair, and big brown eyes. She looked to be around the age of five or six. Her dress she wore was elegant and a nice royal blue colour. She was playing with her dolls, like her daddy had told her. She knew her daddy King Valac was a busy man. So she stayed in her place for the moment. She will wait for her time to take lead. At least that's what her father had told her. Her name was Samia, and she was King Valac's blood child. His only blood child. She had an adopted brother named Casca who was nine years old, and was her best friend.

"Samia! Come with me I wanna show you something." nine year old Casca said. The little boy's features were fair, but his grey eyes were a bit too big for his face. His black hair was in a low bun with a coronet for a young prince to wear.

Samia's eyes were filled with a kindness that seemed so innocent and genuine. Putting down her doll that her mother had made for her. The young princess smiled and nodded excitedly. They took each other's hands, and made their way out of the palace and into the massive back yard.

"Casca what are we doing out here?" Samia asked with a smile on her face as she laughed amused as her adoptive brother continued to drag her along. "Father told us to not be out here unattended."

Zayn watches the two, and then looks over to the demon that was possessing his boyfriend's body. Zayn looked back to the little boy and girl who were now stopping over by a cliff that was over a pond. Samia had a hesitant look on her face with being so close to the water. She didn't know how to swim cause none of the maids have every taught her. Zayn sees Casca pull his little sister closer and gives her hand a small comforting squeeze. Samia steps closer and looks down at he water with slight fear but a new found feeling of comfort in her innocent brown eyes.

"Wait here I'm gonna go get the ball." Casca said before pretending to walk off. He stopped a few feet behind Samia, and waited till she got a little closer to the edge. her pretty blue flats shuffled awkwardly as her eyes took in the rocks and the water below. Biting her lip Samia desperately tried to hide how fearful she was. She could control the tremor in her voice to a degree. She could consciously will her body movements to be less stilted. She could make herself smile somewhat even if it looked pasted on. However, the erratic pounding of her heart was enough to tell she was very much afraid.

"Casca hurry back. I don't want to be al-" Samia let out a ear piercing scream at the feeling of being forcefully pushed.

Zayn watched with wide shocked eyes, as the little girl tumbled to her demise. Her head hit the sharp rock, and her body finally splashed into the freezing water. Zayn's eyes averted to nine year old Casca, and glared with anger in his eyes. He observes as the lad just stands there with a smirk on his face. No panic, regret, or guilt showed in his grey eyes. But as the guards came, his Façade changed to a staged panic and fearful one.

•••End Of Flashback•••

They get out of the flashback, and Zayn feels enraged. He doesn't know why, but he just does. Something about the little girl dying angered him to the point beyond belief. Glaring at a smirking Casca, Zayn stalked over to him and pushed him right across the face. The demon just smiled and just stared at Zayn like nothing had ever happened. A red mark didn't even leave on Harry's face. Zayn was pleased because of that, but was also a bit annoyed cause he wanted to really hurt Casca, for killing that girl, and taking his Harry away from him.

"Get out of my boyfriend you asshole." Zayn glowered at Casca who just chuckled and circled around Zayn and his father who was still in his human form.

"I'll get out when I'm king, and you and my father are both dead." Casca said before he was running through the rain again.

Zayn didn't run after him this time. He stayed still in the rain, and thought over what Casca had just said.