Prince Ron was jolted awake by the sound of hurried footsteps and raised voices. Groggy from sleep, he attempted to sit up but found himself weak and unable to muster the strength, causing him to slump back onto the bed. His vision was foggy and a sense of unease crept over him—why did he feel so depleted when he hadn't exerted himself?He gasped. Did Frederick discover his hidden stash of food and drug him? If so, what kind of drug could it be? Dread gripped him as he feared the worst. It couldn't be an aphrodisiac, could it? He would bite the lunatic to death before he allowed anything to happen between them.“You’re awake.” He heard a very familiar voice say and his heart leaped into his throat as he turned to see the one person he had yearned for deeply. His vision wasn’t clear yet but he could still make out his beloved standing there in his regal dark robes and his flowing silver hair framing his handsome face.“Your Majesty!” he exclaimed, trying to get up so he could hug his b
"Calm down, darling." Zedekiel said chuckling lightly. "We're finally getting married. We're going to be together forever. I thought you'd be happy.""I am happy." Prince Ron clarified. "I do want to marry you. I just wish you waited until I woke up so we could plan together.""I wanted to." Zedekiel said. "But after Fredrick took you before my very eyes, I just couldn't wait. I want us to bond. That way, no one can ever separate us again."Prince Ron could recall his beloved talking about bonding one time but he didn't go into details."Don't worry darling. I'll explain everything after the wedding." Zedekiel assured. "We can even hold the kind of wedding you want after this one. You'll be in charge of everything. I will not interfere. I promise."Hearing that, Prince Ron felt satisfied. They reached the Mother Tree and stood under it, facing each other.Prince Ron felt a little nervous. This was what he had always wanted. To marry his beloved and live happily ever after but deep dow
A blinding flash of light appeared, almost blinding everyone and from it emerged a majestic Elf, dressed in striking black and gold robes. His silver hair flowed behind him like a banner, and his violet coloured eyes were sharp and deadly. He carried his sword of ice, the blade shimmering with a cold, ethereal glow.Fredrick began to tremble. The sight of Zedekiel stepping out of the array sent shivers down his spine. The Elf King's commanding presence and the lethal glint in his violet eyes pierced through Fredrick's bravado. His heart pounded in his chest, fear creeping into every corner of his being. He felt like rolling into a ball and burying himself deep underground where no one would find him."Y-You.....how?" He stuttered, eyes wide with fear. "You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to find us so soon."But Zedekiel didn't care for Fredrick just yet. He gazed at Prince Ron feeling relieved. Finally. Finally, he found him.Zedekiel took a step towards Prince Ron bu
With each wave of Darklings that charged at them, Zedekiel’s strikes grew fiercer. He utilized his sword’s ice magic to create barriers of frost around Alaric and Ron, temporarily freezing the Darklings in place but more kept slithering out of the ground, climbing over the barriers."Look at how you're struggling, dear cousin." Fredrick mocked, cackling like a mad man. "This isn't even a quarter of the Dark Lord's army yet, you cannot defeat them. What will happen when the true Dark Lord is finally released? Oh well, you won't know anyway. I'll make sure they end you all here!"Today was definitely the best day of Fredrick's life.Meanwhile...What was a battlefield to everyone was a grand hall to Prince Ron. He stood at the center, adorned with flowers and filled with the soft murmur of guests and classical music. His family, friends, and everyone else he held dear were present, all smiling and showering him with pink flowers. His beloved stood at the altar, his violet coloured eyes
"B-But-""I'm truly fine." Zedekiel insisted, his heart warming at the sight of Prince Ron being so concerned. "Look."He took off the tattered robe and Prince Ron watched in awe as the wounds healed up quickly. His beloved's skin returned to it's original state. The only thing left was the blood but that was not an issue.Prince Ron let out a sigh of relief. He then remembered something and punched his beloved on the arm. "What took you so long to find me? Do you know how lonely I was?" He turned around and folded his arms, sulking like a wronged wife. "You left me with a maniac who starved me and choked me. I am very angry. No amount of sweet things you say will make me forgive you."Some of the Darklings climbed over the frozen ones, trying to get to Zedekiel and Prince Ron."Will you guys stop attacking for a moment?!" Prince Ron shouted at the Darklings, clearly annoyed.Dumbfounded, the Darkling paused with their swords raised, not knowing what to do."Jeez, you guys can't even
As the dark energy from the orb infused Fredrick, his body began to contort and swell grotesquely. His skin turned a sickly, mottled gray, veins of dark magic pulsing beneath the surface like writhing serpents.His once elven features twisted into a monstrous visage. Eyes glowing crimson, and sharp, blackened claws sprouting from his fingers. A pair of shadowy, bat-like wings erupted from his back, stretching wide as he roared in his newly amplified voice, a chilling sound that reverberated through the island."KILL THEM!!!!"With an unearthly howl, the Darklings charged at Zedekiel, Alaric, Ron, and Ludiciel. They moved with terrifying speed and coordination, their monstrous forms creating a whirlwind of claws and teeth.Each step they took shook the ground. The air around them crackled with dark energy, their red eyes locked onto their targets with an insatiable hunger for destruction.The air was thick with tension as Zedekiel quickly created a protective dome around Prince Ron. Wi
"Oh my God!!!" Prince Ludiciel shouted, his eyes widening. "I-It's the Dark Lord!!"The Darklings all gazed at the towering figure in fear.Prince Ludiciel nudged Alaric with his elbow and whispered; "Hey it's your turn!""Oh no! We're all doomed!" Alaric shouted reluctantly, waving his hands in the air like they were all done for. "The Dark Lord is out! We have to get out of here!"The Darklings and Fredrick; "........"..............................The Towering figure let out a horrid roar and the Darklings quickly went on their knees, chanting, "Long live the Dark Lord! Long live the Dark Lord!"The Dark Lord stood tall, a grotesque and terrifying presence. Its eyes burned a fierce red, piercing through the steam and darkness. A black crown, jagged and twisted, sat atop its head and its face was a ghastly mask of evil, with sharp, protruding fangs and a long, serpentine tongue that flicked out menacingly.The Darklings, now more frenzied than ever, roared their greetings in respo
The underworld was a realm of perpetual twilight, where shadows danced along jagged rock formations and the air was thick with an oppressive, sulfurous haze. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the landscape, casting an eerie, reddish glow that flickered off the cavernous walls. The ground was a mosaic of dark, foreboding stone, from which wisps of noxious smoke occasionally erupted.Screams and wails of tortured souls, horrid sounds of whips meeting flesh and the continuous jiggling of chains could be heard echoing throughout the place.In the heart of this desolate domain stood the Dark Lord's castle which loomed ominously atop a jagged mountain, its black stone walls seemingly absorbing all light. Tall, spiked towers pierced the perpetual twilight sky, and crimson banners fluttered in a ghostly breeze.The Dark Lord was sitting on his throne which was elevated on a dais of blackened stone, his imposing figure radiating an aura of absolute authority. His pristine white robes and bl
Hugh chuckled, his lips curving into a proud grin. “I told you the spell would work, Your Majesty. They see what they most fear, and their minds fill in the rest. Now we know the identities of those conspiring against us."“To think I trusted that physician,” Kayziel mused, his tone turning icy. “Find him, Hugh. Bring him to me alive.”Hugh gave a short bow. “And the others, Your Majesty?”Kayziel waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t care. Kill them all. I have no use for traitors.”“As you wish,” Hugh said. He turned to the undead at his side. “Begin the hunt. Bring the physician. No other survivors.”********Cordin began to search the library as fast as he could, his hands trembling as he ran them over shelves. Time was slipping away, and every second felt like a hammer pounding against his chest. Porsha's life was on the line and so was Prince Ron’s. He couldn't afford to mess up.At that moment, his fingers brushed against something cold and smooth at the very back of the shelf. R
Cordin let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You need me to do something for you? If you think I’ll ever help you do anything, then you’re stupid. If you want to kill me, just do it now. I won’t help you do anything.”“Oh, really?” 'Prince Ron' grinned. "We'll see about that.""Hugh!" he called out, sharply. "Get in here!"The doors creaked open immediately and Hugh entered, together with two undead guards that flanked him. Between them, a bloodied and struggling Porsha was dragged forward, her face pale from pain.Cordin felt like a bucket of ice had been poured unto him, freezing him to the bones. "Porsha!" He cried as he scrambled to his feet and rushed toward her.Before he could reach her, more undead guards shuffled in, dragging others behind them. Welyn, the Royal Physician, Official 4, and Leo. Each of them bruised, bloodied, and utterly defeated.Cordin froze mid-step, his breath hitching.“No.” he whispered, shaking his head as tears streamed down his face. How could this have
They all gazed at him, stunned. How could a servant possibly have access to the King's private library? Prince Ron, they could believe but Cordin???"Wait, you said your name is Cordin, right?" Welyn said, looking at him thoughtfully.Cordin nodded, smiling. "Yes." They better remember it too. If he managed to get he transmission mirror and contact His Majesty, they must speak his name so that he will be rewarded. First thing he would ask for was to leave Prince Ron and be the Head of Servants!"Aha! I knew I've heard that name before." Welyn said. "You're the gossip Elf! Hasn't Prince Ludiciel punished you for eavesdropping on his conversations before?"Official 4 gasped. "That's true! I remember now! So you're the gossip Elf!"Cordin's smile disappeared instantly and his brows twitched in annoyance. Why were they suddenly bringing out his dirty underwear? That too in front of the lovely Porsha? They were going to ruin her image of him!The royal physician clicked his tongue disappro
"Hello," he said to the royal physician, his husband and Official 4. "My name is Cordin. This is Porsha and Leo." He gestured at the humans.Official 4's eyes went to them and his brows shot up in surprise. "Humans? Underground?"Cordin nodded. "I brought them inside. I am Prince Ron’s personal servant. Porsha is one his servants from Ashenmore and Leo is his bodyguard.""I recognise the big man." The royal physician said. "I'm truly sorry about what has happened to the Prince. We're going to try everything we can to get him back to normal."Leo sighed and nodded. "Thank you. But it was also due to my negligence. I wonder if Prince Ron will have it in his heart to forgive me.""Of course he will." Porsha assured, patting him on the shoulder. "The worst thing he will do is send you to the stables or make you guard that garden again."Everyone chuckled, recalling Prince Ron’s favourite ways of punishing people.Leo groaned slightly but he wasn't mad about it. If he got sent to the stabl
Official 4 shook his head in disappointment. "You know what, cousin, you're the most two faced Elf I've seen. You were the one who suggested to His Majesty to marry the human Prince. You gave all sorts of reasons and advantages of the marriage and now that they are married, you want to kill him? If you've always hated the human Prince, why suggest that to our King? Why allow them to fall in love and bond?" He then gasped as it dawned on him. "Unless... you only said all that to win against me that day. Your hatred for the humans never diminished. You just wanted to be the one to win His Majesty's favour.""And I wish I didn't." Official 3 gritted out, not bothering to deny it. He had never liked humans. He also didn't like the human Prince. He just suggested all that to beat Official 4 that day. "Now look where that has gotten us. Living underneath the Kingdom in order to hide from that tyrant and eating nothing but scraps for three months. We can barely get clean water. He makes our
Zedekiel nodded, his voice softening further. "He means everything to me Talon. Absolutely everything. I love him with all my heart. Everything about him makes me feel giddy. His laugh, his touch, the way he looks at me... Talon, if don't get him back, I'll-""Hey, don't fucking say that." Talon quickly cut him off. " Don't even think it.""I can't help it." Zedekiel replied. "Once again, I've been shown how incompetent I am. I cannot even protect the one I love. I let my guard down and allowed him to be possessed by only the Gods know what. I failed him Talon and it kills me to think about what he's going through right now. That is, if he's even still there.""Hey, I'm sure he is." Talon reassured him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "From the way you described him, he sounds like a fighter. He may be a human in this life but don't forget that he comes from a long line of Witches. You mentioned yourself that there are things he has done that you cannot explain. Like breaking your
"Shut the fuck up Zedekiel!" Talon shouted as he parried each stirke with his claws. "I'm only going easy on you because you're injured! Recover first and see how I'll beat you to a fucking pulp!""Oh really?" Zedekiel chuckled as Talon used his claws to deflect the sword again and again but Zedekiel decided to take things more seriously. He increased his strength and speed, making his strikes too sharp and too swift, forcing Talon to focus purely on defense. He gave him no chance to attack at all."Hey what the fuck!" Talon shouted, gritting his teeth as he tried to find an opening but Zedekiel didn't give him even a second to breathe. "You fucking Elfman! Fight properly you fuc-"With a final powerful swing, Zedekiel slashed Talon across his chest then punched him square on the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding BOOM. Dust and debris flew around them, and when it settled, Zedekiel stood over Talon, his sword held just inches from Talon’s throat.“You lose,” he
Kayziel shook his head. "None whatsoever. The spell you used to suppress him worked. He hasn't budged an inch since that day so I wonder why the physician said I'm dying."Hugh sighed. "Initially, the soul transfer was supposed to weaken the human Prince and make him sleep for eternity but he ended up not only staying awake but also trying to force his way out. Could this be the reason you're dying?"Kayziel remained silent, not knowing what to say. He felt angry and frustrated. He had spent centuries as a spirit trapped underground and now that he has gotten a body, he was told that he was dying.What sort of life was this? He balled his fists and gritted his teeth. It was all due to that damned nephew of his. If only Zedekiel hadn't destroyed his body, he wouldn't be facing such problems today.Damn it. He wished he had just killed Zedekiel before making that stupid deal with Prince Ron."Do not worry, Your Majesty." Hugh said, trying to cheer Kayziel up. "I will find a stronger spe
The babies nodded.Prince Ron stared at his babies, his mouth slightly open as he tried to absorb their words. 'F-Four?' He stuttered, beginning to panic. 'You’re kidding right?'But his babies looked absolutely serious. The definitely would not joke about the existence of their siblings.'No way… there’s four of you.' Prince Ron muttered, still trying to comprehend the news. 'I mean... do you even know what that means? That's a whole squad! Four blankets, four little outfits, four... four times the crying!'He stared at them, half-exasperated, half-amused, trying to let it all sink. 'How am I supposed to keep track of four little people? I mean, I can barely keep myself in line, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for a whole mini-army? What if I accidentally mix you up?' He gasped, looking at them in horror. 'What if you all look identical and I end up calling you the wrong names?'The babies watched him, little smiles on their faces, and something softened in Prince Ron’s chest.