The Dark Lord stepped back, his eyes widening in fright. "A Dragon's spine lit with the flame of a Phoenix. How did you get this?!"Zedekiel shrugged, his expression cold and unwavering. "Do you still think you can kill me, Vathar?"The Dark Lord went deathly pale at the sound of his true name. His voice trembled as he stammered, "H-How do you know my name?""Someone advised me to do a little digging." Zedekiel's smirk widened, his grip on the flaming whip tightening. "You’d be surprised by the things I found out about you."Prince Ron gazed up at his husband in awe, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and disbelief. He projected his thoughts toward Zedekiel. 'When did you get that weapon? It looks so cool! Did you slay a Dragon and take out its spine? What about the Phoenix fire? Did you fight a Pheonix and steal their fire? Why didn’t you take me to watch? Were you hurt? And when did you learn about the Dark Lord’s name? Why didn’t you tell me?'He pouted, feeling utterly che
"Okay," Prince Ron agreed, snaking his arms around his beloved’s neck as Zedekiel began to run, his pace swift.As the trees blurred past them, a thought entered Prince Ron’s mind. Back during the fight between his beloved and the Dark Lord, it had felt like he could hear and feel the trees around him. He could also hear the earth, as if it was alive and right when he wanted the Dark Lord to stop moving, the earth turned to quicksand and sucked in his feet while the vines held him in place. He felt like the earth and vines had reacted to his emotions and did exactly what he was thinking.Was it possible that he, too, had powers? But how? Could it be because of his bond with his beloved? But he was human and he didn't know any magic. How could the earth and trees obey him? He shook his head. It definitely couldn't be him. Maybe it was his beloved who did it."Um, back there..." he said, looking at Zedekiel. "Did you happen to command the earth and vines to trap the Dark Lord in place s
"P-Poison?" Prince Ron stuttered, shocked. "What are you talking about? How did that happen?"Prince Kayziel shook his head in mild exasperation, his ghostly form flickering as he observed Prince Ron. For all his occasional cleverness, the human could still be rather dense at times. Before he could even respond to Ron's question, the flap of the tent opened, and a man wearing a dark cloak entered, bowing respectfully."Your Highness, everything is ready," the man announced.Prince Ron blinked, confused. "What is ready? I didn’t ask you to get anything ready."Prince Kayziel let out a small chuckle. "He's talking to me," he clarified before turning to the man. "Good. Carry the vessel to the altar. And remember, do not dispel the spell. I don't want it running away.""Yes, Your Highness," the cloaked man answered. He walked over to where Prince Ron sat, his steely frightening gaze locked onto him.Panic surged through Prince Ron. "Vessel? What vessel? What are you—" But his words were c
Prince Ron’s heart began to pound, his body trembling as he took a shaky step towards his beloved. It was if the whole world was plunged in darkness and he couldn't hear anything but his own rapidly beating heart.He walked slowly, recalling the way Zedekiel used to be. Everything, right from the very first day they met to their wonderful short honeymoon flashed before his eyes. He let out a choked sob as his knees gave out and he collapsed by his beloved's side. His trembling hands grabbed Zedekiel’s hands just to find them cold. They felt like ice in his palms, like holding the hands of a corpse which were frozen solid.“What did you do?!” He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he turned to look at the Elf spirit with pure horror.Prince Kayziel smiled, a sickening grin of pride and satisfaction. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” He gestured lazily toward Zedekiel’s family. “They’ve all been poisoned by iron, but with a little twist. I used dark magic to control the poison’s potency.
Prince Kayziel raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Prince Ron’s sudden show of defiance. He circled the human Prince slowly, his dark energy swirling around him like a cloak of shadow. "All or nothing?" he repeated, his voice dripping with amusement. "Do you really think you’re in a position to make such demands, Ron? You have nothing to bargain with. You’re just a human—powerless, weak and yet, here you are, thinking you can dictate the terms.""Oh I believe I can." Prince Ron said as he stood up, staring him square in the eyes. "I'm not as weak and powerless as you paint me to be, Kayziel. The way I see it, I'm the crux of your entire plan. You need me to give up my body. If I don't, you will remain a powerless spirit for eternity."Prince Kayziel scoffed. "You're not that important. I can just get another body.""Then why go through all the trouble of poisoning Zedekiel’s entire family?" Prince Ron asked, watching the way Prince Kayziel’s form tensed. Knowing he was right, he f
After Hugh drew the last symbol on the ground and went back to his post, Prince Kayziel raised an eyebrow, looking at Prince Ron. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes." Prince Ron’s replied, his voice firm. "You start first." Prince Kayziel sighed, shaking his head slightly. He placed his hand over his chest and looked up into the sky, taking a deep breath then began reciting the oath; "I, Prince Kayziel, swear upon the Earth Spirit, keeper of nature, that I will uphold my end of this deal. I will spare the lives of Zedekiel’s family and cure them of the poison that afflicts them. I will not harm any of them before or after the transfer of the soul. In return, Prince Ron will willingly give me his body to inhabit. And if Prince Ron breaks the oath and refuses to give me his body, may his soul remain in the underworld for eternity after his death." Prince Kayziel’s words hung in the air like a curse. The faint glow of the fairy dust intensified as the Earth Spirit bore witness
Prince Kayziel’s grin went even wider. "With pleasure."The night deepened as they arrived at the area of the glade where the hunting competition had taken place four days ago. Now, it had transformed into something far more sinister.In the center of the clearing was a massive circle drawn into the earth, marked with ancient symbols and runes. At its heart were two large stone tombs, their surfaces flat, smooth and cold. The ground around the circle was stained a deep, sickening red, the earth saturated with dried blood. A pungent, rancid smell filled the air, thick and choking.Prince Ron instinctively covered his nose, grimacing. "Ugh why does it stink so much?" he asked, his voice muffled through his hand."It’s blood," Prince Kayziel replied nonchalantly as his pearl rolled into the bloodstained circle. "How do you expect it to smell after being here for four days? I planned this on the day of the hunting competition but you and Zedekiel just had to disappear. It’s alright, thoug
"Just shut up!" Prince Kayziel snapped, irritated "Must you know everything?!"Prince Ron frowned. Wasn't it just a question? Why was the Elf spirit so agitated? Before could retort, Hugh gazed at him with unexpected kindness, his eyes soft beneath the shadow of his hood. "The line guides the soul to its home," he explained quietly, ignoring Prince Kayziel’s glare. "Without it, there'll be no path for the soul to follow and both your souls may cease to exist. The line is necessary.""Hugh!" Prince Kayziel shouted, his voice sharp as he shot the man a warning look."There’s no harm in telling him, Your Highness," Hugh responded calmly. "After all, his soul is about to be put to slumber forever."Prince Kayziel scoffed, rolling his eyes, but didn’t argue further. "Just hurry up. Zedekiel must not wake up before we finish." He wanted no interruptions. He had been looking forward to this day for a long long time. The day he would have a body and be free to do as he wishes.Prince Ron wond
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
"Who am I?" He grimaced, stunned. "How can you forget who I am? I am Alaric! The one who saved you from that creep Fredrick who kidnapped you!" 'Also, I am your big brother!' He wanted to add. 'You might not remember me but I surely remember mother forcing me to wipe your bum whenever you pooped when you were a baby!' Prince Ron’s face scrunched further. "Uh... I only remember my beloved saving me that day." Zedekiel smiled smugly as he ruffled Prince Ron’s curls lovingly. He stood straighter, his chest puffing with pride. "What?!" Alaric exclaimed, unable to believe what he was hearing. How could Ron give that Elf all the credit?! "I was the one standing next to Ludiciel in that dome. You made us create this huge version of what you think the Dark Lord looks like! I had to split the earth and move the winds to make that thing look real!" Prince Ron’s brows shot up as he pretended as if he was just remembering who Alaric was. "Ohhh," he drawled. "You're that weak witch!" "What d