He didn't want to waste time explaining anything to the man about how he wasn't there for sex. He just wanted his information then he'd leave.However, Elliot didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he was unusually calm, like he had faced many swords before. "I knew this wasn't your real appearance." He said with a smirk. "Who I see before me must be an illusion. I bet you're very handsome, aren't you?"Prince Ludiciel gasped. The man saw through his disguise! He kicked Elliot's leg, making him fall then pinned him down with knees on each hand and a sword to his neck. "Who are you?"He knew it! The man was far too strong and handsome to be a whore. Was he a spy?Elliot just smiled. "You're after the woman with red hair, aren't you? Me too. She's right next door. I can smell her.""You're an Elf?" Prince Ludiciel asked, not loosening his hold at all. How couldn't he tell? If he were an Elf, what kind of magic did he use to disguise himself? Was it so strong that even Prince Ludiciel didn't
"What was in that basket?" Zedekiel asked, wondering why it was so heavy for the servant. "He was sweating so much in this weather."Prince Ron sat on the chair the Queen Mother had occupied before, snickering like a little imp. "There's a hidden layer underneath the basket and I filled it with rocks."Zedekiel shook his head. The human Prince was truly mischievous. "But why?""I'm punishing him" Prince Ron answered. He plucked a grape from the bowl of fruits on the table and popped it in his mouth. "He insulted me in front of my servants. I'm just teaching him a lesson."Well, Zedekiel didn't care at all. With how good Prince Ron treated people, he knew he wouldn't punish them without a good reason. Besides, the servant didn't matter. What mattered was that the person he liked was sitting in front of him.Elves were very physical creatures. If they were around a person they liked, they'd want to hold. To touch.And Zedekiel was no exception.He also took his seat across from Prince R
It wasn't that he didn't care. It was just that he had most of the answers. He knew they were Elves. He knew the Umbrella tree was of great significance to them though he didn't know exactly what it was. He knew Frederick was the son of his uncle. He knew why Frederick tried to abduct him. There wasn't any question he needed to ask.Well, if there was anything he really wanted to know, it was what was in his beloved's heart, about him.Prince Ron moved closer to Zedekiel. There was no one around to witness. He didn't have to be afraid of prying eyes. He didn't have to pretend. He could openly reveal what was in his heart.No doubt he was afraid. He was deathly scared. Zedekiel could either reciprocate his feelings or brutally turn him down. Prince Ron had never been rejected before but he had read a lot of stories and he could imagine how painful it was. He knew, but for how long will he keep silently fighting? At least, everyone was aware of his sister's intention to marry Zedekiel b
Prince Ron's entire body was trembling. Partly excitement and partly fear. He had never felt such overpowering sensations before. His nerve points were tingling. His penis was at full mast, poking his robes. His beloved hadn't even done anything but he was so aroused he couldn't even think.And then it came. His beloved's hot moist tongue on his neck.It was like something exploded in Prince Ron's brain and he went weak in the knees, clutching the lapels of his beloved's robe to keep himself upright.Zedekiel growled lowly, absolutely enjoying Prince Ron's reaction. It seemed that he had found a weak spot. He kept licking the expanse of skin, tracing a particular vein from which he could feel Prince Ron's heart racing and then he clamped down with his mouth, sucking the same spot.Prince Ron closed his eyes, letting out a weak little whimper. He felt hot all over. It was like a slow mind-numbing burn, moving from his neck to every part of his body."So sensitive" Zedekiel whispered, h
Zedekiel knew that Frederick was confident because of his magic. Dark Elfin magic was very unstable and dangerous. He couldn't let Prince Ron be exposed to it.It all happened so fast.One minute Prince Ron was standing with his slingshot aimed at Frederick and the next, he felt his body being gently placed against a tree. Stunned, he gazed up at his beloved. "W-What are you doing?""Protecting you," Zedekiel answered. "I can't let you fight, Prince Ron.""Why not?!" Prince Ron exclaimed, puffing up like a blowfish. "Are you looking down on me? I can fight you know and I want to protect you too!"Zedekiel smiled. He couldn't remember the last time someone had wanted to protect him so fiercely. He cupped Prince Ron's cheeks and leaned down, planting a feather-light kiss on his soft lips.Prince Ron, who was angry before suddenly went quiet. He blushed deeply, not knowing what to do or say. What was it he was feeling again?"You have no idea how happy your words make me," Zedekiel said,
Their actions made Zedekiel frown. They came for battle and he would give them one. They would know what it meant to mess with him and Frederick would have it beaten into his bones that Prince Ron could never be his. Not now, not ever. One of the men threw his sword on the floor and raised his hands in a form of surrender. "This is the man you brought us to fight, Frederick? I do not want to fight anymore. To hell with you all!" He turned to leave but suddenly felt a huge force knock him down to his knees. It was so heavy he felt his bones were going to be crushed. He couldn't move a single part of his body. He began to panic. Zedekiel exerted more pressure, making the man bow. "The second you all stepped foot into my home, you should have known that none of you were going to leave here with your lives." The men all went pale. A few wet their pants on the spot. The King had no intention of letting them go. They were all dark magic practitioners. They reeked of the rotten stench. L
Seeing this, Frederick shouted; "Retreat! Retreat!" creating another portal to which everyone ran into. Who knew what Zedekiel would do to them in a fit of rage? He also went in and stared solemnly at Prince Ron as the portal slowly closed. Things didn't go as planned but he wasn't going to give up. Prince Ron had been his for so hundreds of years and he wasn't going to let him go.Prince Ron had gone deathly pale from the pain. The arrow was lodged deep in his shoulder and he was doing everything he could not to cry. As a Prince who had been pampered and spoiled all his life, a Prince who had no experience with pain, it was unbearable. All he was happy about was that he had saved his beloved. He wanted to be brave and strong before his beloved but he couldn't endure the pain any longer and passed out instantly."Fuck!" Zedekiel cursed, gritting his teeth with anger. He was so pissed that he wanted to destroy everything and everyone. He wanted to make sure they all died gruesome death
He grinned as he leaned in until their noses were a few inches apart then spoke slowly. "What I feel for you, Your Majesty, do you not know?"Zedekiel's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened, clearly not expecting such words. He stared at Prince Ron intently, as if his eyes were searching for the truth on the human Prince's face.Prince Ron didn't back away. "I would do it a thousand times Your Majesty if it means you'll be safe." He moved his hand further and a finger grazed the pointy tip of his beloved's ear.Zedekiel hissed as a wave of pleasure coursed through his body. Without a single moment of hesitation, he swooped in and possessively captured Prince Ron's lips in a hot searing kiss.Prince Ron was caught by surprise for he wasn't expecting to be kissed like that. His lips were parted and Zedekiel immediately invaded his mouth, plunging deep into his sweet warm cave. From that point was a primal gnashing of teeth and duelling of tongues. Prince Ron shuddered all over for
The shorter skeleton spoke, voice lighter now. "My sons, you all finally came back." It sounded relieved. "Where’s Zedekiel? And my sister?"The taller one added eagerly, "Were you guys able to get Ron back? Is that why you’re here now?"It all suddenly dawned on Ludiciel who the skeletons were and his eyes burned with unshed tears as he forced himself to speak, voice barely above a whisper, "Mother?... Mariel?""Ludiciel," The shorter skeleton laughed, a sound filled with both sorrow and joy. "I knew you'd recognize us. Unlike your little brothers who are hiding behind you."Tariel and Sariel peered cautiously from behind Ludiciel and Talon, their eyes wide with uncertainty. "Brother, are those really…?"Prince Ludiciel inhaled sharply, willing himself to believe what his heart already knew. With a flick of his wrist, he dispelled the illusion he had unknowingly placed upon them.The moment the magic faded, there they stood.The Queen Mother, regal and serene, draped in flowing pale
Talon sneered, yanking him closer. "Necromancers are always weak as shit. You hide behind your army, and everyone thinks you're powerful. Look at you now. You're nothing without your magic."Hugh's swollen eyes flickered open, and to Talon’s surprise, he started laughing—a wet, gurgling disgusting sound that make Talon want to rip his throat out."You think that's all I have up my sleeve?" Hugh rasped, his lips curling into a wicked grin. His gaze flicked downward.Talon followed his eyes and felt the faintest prickling sensation crawling up his legs."You think humans and animals are the only ones whose skeletons I can call upon?" Hugh sneered. "I can call upon even insects! Those ants will bite at you till you die! Even if you kill me, they won't stop until there’s nothing left but your bones, and I will gladly add you, Phoenix King, to my army!"Talon scoffed. "Oh really?"Without hesitation, his body ignited in a pillar of flames. His form shifted, his flesh turning into golden-re
"Zedekiel," he whispered shyly as he took Zedekiel’s hands in his.Zedekiel’s brows furrowed slightly in concern. "What is it? Did that thing do anything to you?" he whispered back, brushing a soft kiss against Ron’s temple. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"Prince Ron shook his head, biting his lip nervously. "No, it’s not that. It’s just... there’s something you need to know."Zedekiel frowned, concerned. "What is it, love? You can tell me anything."Prince Ron took a deep shaky breath, about to tell his beloved about their babies when his gaze landed on his belly and his eyes widened in utter disbelief. He completely froze as he tried to process what he was seeing.There, protruding before him, was his enormous, round belly. It was so large that he couldn’t even see his own feet.He suddenly let out a tiny squeak of horror, his face going pale and before anyone could say anything, Ron’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.Zedekiel looked at everyone and they all began to
Even in his ghost-like form, Kayziel was completely red in anger. "Again, NOBODY ASKED YOU TO!!!"The hands however, did not want to face their Lord's wrath. The Lord never tells his name to ordinary creatures and for the small beautiful prince to mention it, they knew there had to be truth to his words.The hands immediately sped up their work, yanking Kayziel toward the circle with urgency.Kayziel howled, his voice cracking in desperation. "STOP THIS MADNESS! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING! I SWEAR! PLEASE STOP!!!"Prince Ron let go, dusting off his hands as though he’d just finished a hard day’s work. "Say hello to your Lord for me!""YOU ARE INSANE!" Kayziel shrieked. He was already half-dragged into the glowing circle. “THIS ISN'T OVER RON!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!!”Prince Ron just smiled sweetly and waved. "Have a safe trip!"With a final, desperate cry, Kayziel disappeared into the gate, the circle sealing itself shut with a faint hum.********At
Prince Ron just sat on the floor and tucked his arms to his chest, turning his face away. Hmph! The Elf spirit wanted his help but was calling him a bastard. Was that even how to ask for help? Besides, his beloved was working hard to get them back together. Who was he to interrupt his beloved's work? Whatever was happening to Kayziel was exactly what he deserved."Do you think I'll help you after what you subjected us to for three whole months?" He scoffed, glaring at Kayziel. "Shoo, hurry and go to wherever those hands are taking you."Kayziel gasped in pain, rivulets of tears and mucus running down his face. He screamed as the smoke-like arms pulled him closer to the circle. He could feel the heat of hell singe his feet. "I'm sorry" He began to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ron. I'm sorry for everything. I just- I just wanted to live my dream for once. Your husband snatched that from me when I was alive and trapped me underground for centuries. I just wanted to live. I just wanted to l
Kayziel’s laughter softened into something darker, more insidious, as he stepped closer. “Yes, Ron,” he murmured, his voice a low, chilling caress. “Think about it. Think about it well.” He began circling Ron like a predator stalking its prey, his ghost like form slithering around Ron’s form. “If you take your body, Zedekiel will lose all hope. The rest of your family? They’ll perish, one by one and Netheridge will eventually fall into ruin. The Elves, your kind, might even face extinction. And Zedekiel? Your beloved Zedekiel will live in a world of agony. A world without love..."He paused by Ron’s ear. "A world without you.”His words slithered through Ron’s ear like whispers of a devil, laced with a cruel, hypnotic allure. He moved closer, his hands ghosting over Ron’s trembling shoulders. “Can you truly take your body back, knowing you will be the cause of Zedekiel’s undoing?" He whispered. "Of his suffering for all eternity?”Ron’s breath hitched. His body tensed and his heart be
Alaric nodded, his expression understanding. “Of course.” He turned to the others and gestured toward the cave’s entrance. “Outside, everyone. Give them some space.”The group shuffled out quietly, leaving Zedekiel alone with Ron. As the echoes of their footsteps faded, the cave grew eerily silent.Zedekiel knelt beside the bed, his silver hair falling like a curtain around his face as he rested his hand on Ron’s swollen belly. His other hand found its way to Ron’s chest, where he could feel the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.He lowered his head, pressing it against Ron’s chest. At first, there was only the sound of his own breathing, but then it broke. A small, ragged sob escaped his lips, followed by another then another. Tears spilled down his cheeks, slowly wetting Ron’s robes.“I'm sorry, love,” Zedekiel whispered, his voice breaking. “I'm so so sorry. I left you alone even after I promised to protect you. I let you shoulder the responsibilities that I should have. I-I'm
Elliot knelt beside Rose, his hands glowing faintly as his magic coursed through her twisted arm while she stared at him in awe.Zedekiel had left her on the floor and in pain. Those undead creatures were almost closing in on her and just when she thought she was really going to die on the battlefield, a dark haired man with pointy ears descended from the sky, blowing them all away and in the process, stealing her heart.She gazed up at him with tears and admirations in her eyes. His features looked almost otherworldly among the all chaos happening on the battlefield. He had smooth skin the colour of chocolate milk, dark hair like spun silk that fell in soft waves around his face, and eyes like molten amber, flecked with gold and crimson, which contrasted perfectly with his shimmering silver armour.Rose kept staring, momentarily forgetting her pain for Elliot looked just like the Princes in fairytales she had read to Ron about before bedtime."Okay, you have to stop," Elliot sighed,
Hugh paled and before he could react, Prince Ludiciel moved first, his fist connecting with Hugh’s jaw in a bone-shattering punch. The force sent him flying across the field like a ragdoll.But it didn’t stop there. Talon vanished in a flash and reappeared ahead of Hugh’s trajectory, slamming a powerful kick into his ribs midair. The impact hurled Hugh back toward Ludiciel, who with both hands gripping his sword, brought the hilt down, slamming Hugh into the ground with a resounding crash.Dust and debris erupted around them as Hugh’s body sank into the earth, the necromancer groaning in pain.He coughed, chanting some ancient words and his body shimmered with a sickly green light before dissolving into the soil like water into sand.“Stay alert.” Ludiciel warned, his grip on his sword tightening, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield."Ugh, necromancers are fucking disgusting." Talon grimaced, his nose wrinkling in revulsion as the stench of rotten corpses filled the air around the