To say Scott McGowen was not very pleased to see Ruben as he stepped in front of his cell was an understatement.
Scott spat at him through the bars as he limped up, his knee badly twisted and glared at Ruben with one eye, the other swollen shut with a huge blackened bruise.
“Where’s my property, you bastard!?” Scott shouted demandingly with a cocky attitude.
Ruben merely stepped back calmly out of the way of the mucus missile and returned Scott’s glare with a terrifying one of his own.
“Somewhere you will never find…” Ruben’s voice was smooth and malicious.
“Ha!” Scott snorted. “So why are you here?”
“To take you into my custody and return with you to my Estate.” Ruben smirked.
Scott looked startled and confused, suspicion putting him on high alert. ‘What? Why?”
Ruben smiled with an unpleasant twist to his lips. “Because tonig
Ruben had Scott dragged into the board room, his hands and feet were shackled with a chain around his waist and was wearing an orange jumpsuit like prisoners in the normal human system wore.The guards dumped Scott down into a chair and stood either side of it, like silent sentinels.Scott adjusted his seating with a grimace and looked with contempt at the large pentacle array that was painted on the floor and sucked his teeth with chagrin at how badly this venture had turned out for him. He grimaced and coughed at the pain he was still experiencing and touched his throat tentatively, looking up at one of the guards.He tried to speak but no words came and wheezed causing more coughing. The guard merely looked down at him with his eyes only.Scott tried to signal he needed a glass of water, but the guard just looked away. Scott sank back in the chair, regretting the day he ever listened to that strange man in the pub…if he had known then the man wa
It took three hours to once again complete the purification rituals before the actual summoning could begin.Ruben looked at his watch and saw it was nearing 1am.He took out his phone and messaged Vlad.How is everything going?He frowned when after ten minutes he still hadn’t received a reply and it showed that the message hadn’t even been received Vlad’s end yet. That was strange, was his phone turned off?Ruben tried ringing Vlad’s phone only to be told by the automated voice that the phone was indeed either off or out of reception.Ruben felt a strange sinking feeling in his stomach and something wasn’t right and quickly tried to ring Lucinda’s phone.It rang a couple of times before switching to answer phone.Ruben frowned darkly with worry and tried it again. This time the phone was switched off.“What the hell?!” Ruben stood up and ran to the door o
Ruben was just on his way in to the board room to see how the progress was going with the warlocks when his phone starting ringing.He looked at it and frowned at the unrecognised number.He still hadn’t heard from Vlad or Lucinda and knew then men he had sent were still on the road. He had even tried to contact the caretaker of the property but he wasn’t answering either, but then it was 2am.Everything about this was screaming at Ruben’s insides to go himself but he couldn’t…he could not miss this 3am time limit to meet with Demon Lord Basille.He would have normally ignored such a number ringing his phone but circumstances were such that after a small hesitation he answered the call, stopping in the hall between his office and the board room.“Luisette…”“Ruben! It’s Vlad…come quickly…they’ve taken her!” Vlad’s voice yelled down the phone.
Ruben was staring with barely held back shock at the man that was standing before him.He was roughly the same height as himself, but broader of shoulder and heavier of muscle. With long blood red hair that was braided and dread locked back into a Mohawk, the sides shaved. Two black horns came out of his forehead. A bare chested Adonis with a large gold medallion around his neck. The only clothing he wore was two strips of material that went from his lower waist and lower back to his knees front and back, held together by a thick gold chain around his waist. He had thick gold bands around his wrists and lots of rings and earrings and gold shin guards but bare feet. He held a large gold sceptre. He perused the room with a condescending expression, one side of his mouth lifted in a sneering smirk. He was handsome, chiselled and charismatic.How the hell was this the Demon Lord Basille?As the fiery red amber eyes turned to regard Ruben one eyebrow raised as
Kat came around to find herself in a private plane, lying across a leather couch. She blinked and tried to move her hand to rub her eyes but found they were cuffed together and shackled to a metal pole above her head. The rattling of her movements alerting the other people on the plane that she was awake as she heard their movements.Kat tried to call her power but was startled by the face that came into her vision and leaned over her with a little smirk. Kat struggled against her bonds but they held her tight as she realised her feet were tied at the other end as well.“Hello, sweetness.” Mikhail drawled as he splayed a hand on her stomach, pressing her down and stilling her from struggling. “You won’t be able to call your magic I’m afraid…the King’s guard have sealed it with the cuffs…” Kat remembered all that had happened at the beach house in that moment as Mikhail leaned closer. “Did you m
Kat slept most of the rest of the flight, rather than have to communicate with Mikhail or the Captain, she decided to just curl up with her back to them and get some rest. She had no idea what was going to happen once they landed, best to be prepared..As she was woken up and the plane landed the Captain shook out a length of chain and clipped it to the short chain between her cuffs. She looked up at him with a sour expression. He chose not to look her in the eye but instead turned away and faced the door of the plane as the steward opened it and they saw the stairs that had been put up to the side of the plane with the whole plane now inside a large hangar.As the door opened the Captain cursed under his breath.“Problem, Captain?” Mikhail asked snidely.The Captain flashed a warning look at Mikhail and clucked his tongue. Kat wondered the same thing, the Captain was suddenly acting very antsy, she strained up on her toes to try and l
Kat had been sitting in the windowless room for, she guesstimated, about an hour now…She was bored…and as she looked at the empty plate still in front of her on the table, getting hungry again.She fiddled with the cuffs around her wrists, they were tight from all the pulling on the chain and they were getting uncomfortable as she saw her skin was red and raw looking underneath.The lock on the door clicked bringing her eyes up to it as it opened.General Batton walked in with a pleasant smile and holding another tasty morsel for her. The smell of its heavenly bar-b-que goodness filling Kat’s nostrils and making her salivate again.Batton sat down opposite her and placed the large t-bone down on the table, appraising Kat as she once again sat up, her nostrils flaring as her eyes went from his face to the uncovered plate then to his face and so on.“I’m pleased you waited so nicely, well done.” Batton pr
As they walked through the halls Kat kept her eyes down, but furtively glanced left and right as she was led by the General. She noticed the opulence increasing as they moved from the basic areas for the guards and servants to the living areas of royalty and associated pure blood ranks. She flinched and shrank back when she saw the occasional vampire drift passed as they paused to curiously watch the General pass by them with a tasty morsel behind. They approached a wide sweeping marble staircase that reminded Kat of the one in Ruben’s mansion and as they reached the landing it had a similar feel with the darkened hallway lit only by small glowing lamps along one wall. She felt General Batton’s hand touch her hip and looked up at his back realising he had stopped. He pushed her behind his back as he spoke to someone in front of him. Kat kept her eyes to the ground. “Lord Echron…” The General bowed his head slightly as the other vampire drifted up. Kat followed his shadow wishing sh
Kat felt faint and sleepy all of a sudden, collapsing to her knees before slumping to the ground, closing her eyes on the sight of Ruben and Michael within the golden column of light. She called out his name softly before falling into a deep sleep as she was enveloped within the same golden light, appearing to grow transparent before she vanished from the Demon King’s throne room completely just as the golden column of light, Ruben and Michael also vanished. . When she awoke she found herself lying in a meadow on the side of a mountain capped with snow. She sat up and looked around to discover she was surrounded by these amazing snow-capped mountains. In the distance sat a great castle overlooking the valleys below with a river ambling between. Kat saw Ruben standing not too far away on the edge of a small precipice, looking out at the view, his hands casually in his pockets and his hair blowing in the gentle breeze that also blew the long grass around her. Kat stood up and walked
It was a half hour wait filled with the Demon King going about his business completely ignoring Ruben and Kat as they were ushered to the side and given seats, something to drink and eat and treated by the courtiers like honoured guests.“Ruben, what are you going to do if they do return you to the human realm?” Kat asked under her breath, hardly wanting to be caught speaking.He frowned as he looked at her. “What do you mean?”“Well, you are the proper King…won’t they want you to return to being their King if you return?”Ruben scratched his cheek and shrugged. “I suppose they will…but I don’t want it and I know you don’t want to return to that place…so I guess I’ll have to abdicate…”“Won’t that put the General’s position in jeopardy?”Ruben’s eyebrow raised as he heard her concern for the General. “Perhaps…he currently has the palace under Marshall Law…but what is it you are trying to say? You don’t want to go back to the Terran Realm?”Kat shook her head. “I would just rather be a
“However…I know the story behind Basille’s apparent desperation to flaunt the rules and decide to try and recreate a being he should have never fallen for…” The Demon King stated with a little patient smile. “Shall I tell it to you?”“Yes, please…” Kat whispered, her voice not wanting to come out of her.The Demon King grinned and lunged forward, scooping an arm around Kat’s waist and dragging her round and up onto his lap. He placed a hand on top of her head sending a calming sleepy spell over her, making her compliant and still as she dropped back against his chest and looked up at him with a dreamy smile as he patted her and rubbed her ears like a pet.Ruben lurched to his feet, his fists clenched and surrounded by a blue flame. “Let her go!”The Demon King flicked his fingers, not even looking away from Kat’s dreamy expression and Ruben was sent flying back through the hall and crashing into one of the gigantic marble pillars, dropping like a stone to the floor.He coughed blood,
The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their
As Ruben stepped into the private rooms at the top of a massive tower that were once occupied by Basille he looked around with distaste before looking up and gasping. “Holy shit, this is not what I expected…” The entire ceiling was see-through to the sky like a massive atrium. It was dark outside and they could see a million stars twinkling down on them. Kat hugged her arms around herself as she looked around the room with a small pout. “Even though this room was Basille’s it was my most favourite room in the whole castle.” She looked up at the sky with a whimsical smile. Folding his arms and setting his feet only a foot over the threshold Ruben frowned darkly. “As lovely as that is…why do you think I would want to stay here?” Kat turned back to regard him, her lips pursed. “Where else? This really is the best rooms in the whole dreary castle.” Ruben scowled at the rudimentary furniture and the large wooden four poster bed with a mattress that looked like it was stuffed with a mi
After tidying themselves up they walked out of the catacombs and back up into the palace. Kat startled to see a small group of vampires waiting for them, amongst them was King Adicus Luisette, now wearing his crisp uniform jacket but instead of his peaked hat he wore the simple gold crown and looking very dashing. He smiled at them as everyone else applauded politely. Kat turned her head in embarrassment to see Ruben laughing with delight. He stepped forward and started shaking hands with the people waiting as they gave him their congratulations. Kat stayed where she was not sure if she should follow him or not. A voice behind her made her spin around with shock as Ruben did the same, grinning from ear to ear. “How about a hello to your favourite childhood friend?” Vladimir was standing there in all his flouncy glory, a young noble looking man standing behind him, both dressed up to the nines with frilly shirts and outrageous velvet suits. “Vladimir!” Ruben shouted with amazement.
Kat was enduring the preparations of her eternal bonding with Ruben. He had left her in the charge of the two fae women from Luisette’s harem, where she had been instructed to soak in a bath full of goat’s milk in which a drop of Ruben’s blood had been added, then showered clean, her hair and makeup done.Kat was dressed in a stunning gown of black, with a corseted waist and long straight skirt. Her wealth of golden blond hair shined like real gold in the flickering candle light from the hundreds of candles that lined the crypt like room as she was led by Von Dulce down into the catacombs under the palace.She looked around the circular room, with many tunnels leading off, with a little apprehension knowing down here was where many vampire rested in long sleep. Now, including King Luisette.She turned as she heard movement and saw Ruben and Batton walk out of one such tunnel, their faces grim after having just laid King Luisette to rest.Ruben, was wearing a matching black suit, the v
They made quick work of rounding up the Lords they needed, as soon as they opened the doors to the rooms and the vampires saw the great demon as the shadows crept in behind them they quickly made their way down the halls with no great objections, their expressions grim and wary as they were herded towards their destination of the Throne room. As they all stepped in they gasped as they saw Ruben sitting upon the Throne looking very regal with the King’s robes around his shoulders and the inert body of King Alessandro Luisette lying upon the couch to one side. Ruben watched them with an eagle like stare as they were herded in and grouped together, surrounded by soldiers. General Batton stepped up the dais steps and took position to Ruben’s left as the demon cat jumped up and stood on Ruben’s right. Ruben reached out a hand and placed it on Kat’s head as she smooched it affectionately. Lord Echron stepped forward, his face livid. “What’s the meaning of all this! If you wanted the thro
As Ruben walked into the throne room he looked around and surprisingly saw Von Dulce sitting behind his desk, frantically scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Ruben and Batton looked at each other before Ruben coughed for Von Dulce’s attention. He looked up and paled to see both General Batton and Prince Ruben standing together. “You…” He stuttered. “You’re in on this together?” He gaped at them with fear of the unknown. Ruben gave him a reassuring smile. “Relax, we aren’t going to throw you out of office…” “You’re not?” Von Dulce gulped, a little relieved. “No…in fact we need you to help make this transition go smoothly…” Ruben looked down at the desk with a curious frown. “What are you writing?” Von Dulce gave a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “Instructions…for whomever took over the administration of the palace…” Ruben raised an eyebrow at him. “Wait, you thought you were going to be executed or something and so diligently wrote down instructions for y