and above all, unharmed,” I replied making him smirk in a knowing way.
“But of course,” he said before his eyes glazed over in a demonic way as he started to create a portal, doing so with little effort. But just before stepping inside he looked back at me over his shoulder and said,
“And naturally I look forward to meeting her, for then perhaps I will finally learn the truth you yourself are refusing to say.” Then before I could respond he disappeared through the wavering air, leaving me scowling at the empty space he had once been stood in.
I gritted my teeth at the thought of not being there when she arrived and being questioned by Dariush who was obviously determined to discover his own answers. Not that I could really blame him, as in the past there hadn’t been much I had kept from him. But knowledge of my Chosen One was not for the likes of Hell, which, unfortunately, included him.
Speaking of Hell, I looked distastefully back down at the broken woman at my feet when she reached a shaky hand back up at me and with a strained voice begged,
“Ppplease…kill…me…” I thought back on everything her mind had shown me and before giving it a single thought more, I let my demon take action.
“With pleasure,” I said, at the same time my demonic armour liquefied down my arm and became a solid entity only when in the shape of a large blade. It shot down too fast for eyes to trace as it speared her straight through the neck. Then a quick flick of my wrist was all it took to sever her head completely as the blade twisted. It cut through flesh, muscle and bone like butter and the result was her head now rolling away from her body.
The wailing hiss of agony echoed all around me, proving there were more of her children still left alive than I had first thought. They cried out for the loss of their Queen, one they had been trying in vain to piece back together.
But my real satisfaction came when picking up her head by the hair, walking closer to the cliff’s edge and flinging it into the dark abyss below. Then I walked away to the sounds of an entire race screaming as one as they mourned their mother.
Then I told them…
“Trying fixing that, assholes.”
14
Slipped Through My fingers
This time when I landed, it was in the vast wastelands that surrounded the Kingdom of Death, which was the neighbouring land to the Kingdom of Blood where my castle was. Hence why I was named the King of Blood and Death, for both belonged to me. And speaking of what else belonged to me, it was time to go reclaim my girl.
I narrowed my gaze on the colossal head of a death dealer who had his mouth open as if he was about to swallow the souls of all who dared step inside. I just hoped like fuck she was here, for I was reaching my limit in waiting and this worrying was driving me fucking insane. To the point that my demon side was ready to take over completely just as he had that time back in the silent garden. Which was a thought that only ended with me quickening my steps, deciding against using my wings in case I missed something below.
I also wanted to keep my identity unknown for the moment so I called forth my helmet, letting it materialise in my hand. This particular one was a favourite of mine and usually sat in my private tower with the rest of my collection. It was a continuation of my demonic armoured suit, forged in such a way that it was connected to the blood it had been made with…my own.
I slipped the black metal over my head that was the same style as the rest of my armour and cut down over my face in a T shape, typical in some ways of a Trojan warrior. But with its overlapping plates and two large horns reaching high above my head in a U shape, that were tipped in blood red, then that was where the similarities ended.
I reached the steps that lead up into the town, only feeling better once the cavernous space started to open up the further I walked. I ignored the questioning looks of those who no doubt suspected I was some bounty hunter because of the way I was dressed. A newcomer