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
Tariel and Sariel quickly jumped off the bed and held both of Prince Ron's hands, looking at their sister suspiciously. "You're not here to take him away from us are you?""As a matter of fact, I am." Princess Mariel said with a smile. "I want to invite Ron to join me on a picnic."Hearing the word 'picnic', the twins eyes widened in delight. "Yay! Picnic!""You two are not invited." She said, immediately crushing their hopes.Prince Ron chuckled nervously. He really didn't want to be alone with Princess Mariel considering her feelings for him. He didn't want to give her any false hope. He was already head over heels in love with her brother. She had no space like that in his heart."I'm sorry, Mariel but there are things I have to do today." He said, trying not to sound harsh."What things?" Princess Mariel asked. It was obvious that Prince Ron was just trying to worm his way out and she wouldn't let him. She had to make him aware of her feelings for him."Lots and lots of things, ri
"So this is where you've been." Zedekiel heard a familiar voice say. His silver lashes trembled and he raised his head, his gaze landing on the woman standing before him.All of a sudden, he felt like crying. "Mother..." he called out, his voice hoarse. But then, he didn't know what else to say so he lowered his head once more, his eyes filling with tears.Seeing her son's heartbroken expression, the Queen Mother could not stay still. She rushed over to him and engulfed him in a tight warm hug. The hug seemed to thaw the ice around Zedekiel and the tears spilled freely down his cheeks. His Mother's warmth crept everywhere, making his tense body relax as he cried, pouring out his pain and anguish.Zedekiel clung to his mother, drawing immense relief from her embrace. The steady beat of her heart against his chest was a soothing rhythm, grounding him amidst his turmoil. She gently patted his back, her hand moving in slow, comforting circles as she whispered soothing words, her voice a b
Prince Ron beamed, rubbing the back of his precious frying pan. Oh, he’ll make it count alright.And make it count he did.Some minutes later, the dungeon echoed with a loud CLANG as Prince Ron’s frying pan made direct contact with Hugh’s head. The unfortunate man let out a strangled grunt before slumping forward, completely dazed. He didn’t know if it was because he had received several beatings from Zedekiel earlier, but the human Prince’s hit was quite painful. He was tired and he wanted it all to stop.But Prince Ron was not done. He signaled the guards to lift Hugh up which they did. He then took two steps back and BANG! smacked Hugh on the side of his face. Blood sprayed against the wall of the cell and Hugh groaned, coughing out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.Everyone’s eyes widened in alarm. Was the human prince that strong or was the frying pan really that heavy?Prince Ron glared down at Hugh, his grip tightening around the handle of the frying pan. For three months, h
Prince Ron’s attention, however, was immediately drawn to the weird and spooky looking lantern. His emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as he pointed at the lantern. "What is that?" he asked, staring at the glowing light. He had never seen such a lantern before. Could it be a genie? He wouldn’t be surprised if it was though. He fell in love with his sister’s husband to be who turned out to be an Elf, married him while having sex under the moonlight and was now carrying his babies. He had also been kidnapped by a deranged Elf and was saved by his beloved who brought along a weak rude witch. They even battled the Dark Lord from hell who came to take him away and some hours ago, he was possessed by an evil uncle Elf spirit. Seeing a genie now who could grant three of his wishes would not surprise him at all.Although, he did truly wish it was a genie. His first wish would be to have more stamina so he could go long hours in bed with his beloved! He could never forget the way his beloved
While healing Hugh, Zedekiel's entire body suddenly tensed as he felt a very familiar presence close by. His heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, he released Hugh, letting the broken necromancer crumple to the cold stone floor in a disfigured heap. He turned on his heel and quickly went out of the cell, his violet eyes glowing as they locked onto the approaching figure.Prince Ron.Dressed in wine-coloured night robes, his russet curls bounced, and his emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as he walked towards the cell. Despite the weight of his heavily pregnant belly, a large cast-iron frying pan was clutched firmly in his hand as he marched with two Elf guards flanked at his sides, carrying large bundles of ropes and one scarily sharp looking shears.Prince Ron was humming a tune as he walked when saw his beloved standing a few feet away and his entire face lit up like fireworks on new year's. His smile was wide and radiant, pure happiness shining from his eyes as he mo
Zedekiel stepped forward, unbothered by the filth beneath his black boots. He raised his hand, and the necromancer’s battered body lifted from the ground, levitating in the air as if strung up by invisible threads. The necromancer let out a wretched cry, his body convulsing in agony. His limbs dangled uselessly, his blackened skin cracking open as fresh blood seeped from his wounds.Talon had done a thorough job. He smiled a bit for he couldn’t even recognise Hugh anymore and it gave him a little bit of satisfaction. His violet eyes gleamed coldly as he began to move his fingers in intricate motions, channeling his magic. Slowly, the necromancer’s burns receded, the ruined flesh knitting itself back together. Cracked bones realigned with sickening pops, shredded muscles mended as if time itself was reversing and the necromancer gasped, his cries of agony morphing into shuddering breaths as strength returned to his limbs.Talon frowned, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What the fuck are y
The light pearls caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the cool amusement in his dark eyes.Talon’s gaze immediately snapped to Alaric’s exposed throat and his pupils thinned to slits, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Where the fuck is it?" he snarled.Alaric arched a brow. "Where the fuck is what?" he asked, feigning innocence. Then, as if just catching on, he made an exaggerated ‘ohhh’ sound, his slender fingers drifting lazily to his throat, tracing the pale skin there. "You mean the collar?" He smirked, expecting Talon to burst into fury at any moment. The bird had always been such a hot head. He could have worn a high neck robe to cover the fact that the collar wasn’t on his neck but Talon had tormented him with that collar for 3 months. Now that he was free of it, he couldn’t help but want revenge. Talon’s entire frame tensed, his breath coming out in a harsh hiss. His canines and claws elongated, smoke curling from his nostrils as fury boiled within him. "Do n
Zedekiel's gaze snapped up, shooting Talon a withering glare. “You promised to stay silent.” He said quietly.Talon, however, only smirked and continued in a hushed but teasing tone. "You're gonna take a bath before we go down to the dungeons, right? Because, honestly, you reek of sex. You two just reunited. Couldn’t you wait a little before jumping the poor guy? Jeez, you Elves have no self-control whatsoever.""Yeah, like you phoenixes do.” Zedekiel scoffed, shifting slightly but still keeping a protective presence by Prince Ron’s side. “If Alaric were to tell you he loves you and strip naked right now, you're telling me you wouldn't jump him?""Hey, you do not get to play that card!” Talon frowned, his arms tightening over his chest. “Besides, my situation is different. Alaric and I haven’t been together for decades!"A soft sound stirred between them. Prince Ron shifted slightly in his sleep, his brows twitching at the noise.Zedekiel immediately shot Talon a pointed look and mout
Prince Ron shivered in his arms as he begged. "Husband... darling, please...just- please... put it in..."Satisfied, Zedekiel gently eased his fingers out of Prince Ron’s plump butt and immediately aligned the bulbous head of his drenched cock at the prepped wet hole. He hoisted one of Prince Ron’s legs over his shoulder and pushed the other further with his hand. With a gentle roll of his hips, he pushed against the sphincter until the cap of his dick slid right into his little husband’s heated chute.Prince Ron’s nails dug into his beloved’s arms as he keened a high pitched wail for Zedekiel was way bigger than he remembered. He felt his beloved retract a bit then he screamed, his mind going blank as Zedekiel plunged into him with one powerful thrust.Zedekiel gritted his teeth, growling at the incredible tightness and heat of Prince Ron’s body and without waiting for him to adjust, he grabbed Prince Ron’s butt, spread the bouncy cheeks apart and began to pound the very air out of h
He did that. Those were his. His babies. His very own kids. A low growl rumbled from his chest and without a second thought, he seized Prince Ron’s ankles, spreading his legs wide open with ease. Prince Ron barely had a moment to gasp before Zedekiel wedged himself between them and crashed their lips together, stealing his breath away. The kiss was deep, searing—curling his toes and sending shivers down his spine. Prince Ron clung to Zedekiel, his heart pounding wildly. The naked desire and heat flowing from his beloved's kiss made him feel cherished, adored and wanted in a way that left him breathless. Zedekiel pulled away, giving Prince Ron some seconds to breathe before kissing him again and again. His kisses were filled with adoration as his fingertips traced along every contour of Prince Ron’s body, whispering praises as if uncovering a sacred art. “Every inch of you is perfection,” he breathed, his tone awed and soft, “You are more beautiful with each passing moment and I c
In the now quiet cave, Prince Ron’s heart was pounding fast, his beautiful green eyes wide as he stared at his beloved who stood at the foot of the bed, taking off the purple sash around his waist. His robes loosened and Prince Ron flushed, shuffling backwards on the bed. "W-What are you doing?" He stuttered nervously. He had only been complaining about things that may happen in the future. He never told his beloved to do anything! "What do you think I'm doing?" Zedekiel asked, his dark gaze never wavering from Prince Ron’s flushed face as he slowly took off his robes. The dark fabric fell to the floor with a soft ruffle, quickly followed by his undergarments. Prince Ron’s emerald green eyes widened in stunned awe, his breath catching in his throat as his jaw went slack. His gaze locked onto Zedekiel’s form, drinking in every inch of his beloved’s beauty as he wondered, what has his beloved been doing for the past 3 months!!! Zedekiel proudly stood tall, his pale skin smooth like m