Prelude

Once in his life, he craves something he can't have. A power that only a few can own, those strong and sometimes evil can only possess. But there's an end to everything. There's a boundary to balance all things, reality or even fantasy. He has royal blood and was born and raised in a wealthy and influential family. He gets whatever he wants and likes from wines to luxury things and women as long as it satisfies his needs.

But he still seeks something that he ended up suffering. He already accepted it, he's greedy and because of his decisions and choices, everyone suffered. They are the ones who are paying for his selfishness.

Karma always finds its way and it visits him countless times. He lived for thousands of years finding himself and again, he's being greedy. Hopelessly searching for someone he's not sure if he will meet again.

"Call them back," he commanded Safiya as he pocketed his hands in his trousers and entered the mansion that had been his refuge for thousands of years.

She followed him and he knew that she was wondering about his commands.

"And you should also stop finding her. All of our people, tell them to stop. send Draco and Kyon home as well... I need to tell them something."

"I don't understand, Hayes. We've been finding her for years. Why stop now?"

He should have done that a long time ago. From the very beginning, he should have just let her go. Forget her and erase her from his memories. And what saddened him more was he will never see her again. He will never be with her, heaven or hell. Just the thought of it makes him want to curse his already cursed life.

"Are you drunk? Or just fxxked up? Come on, Hayes. This isn't a joke. We spent all of our lives finding her, we will soon find her. But why are you stopping now? Why did you suddenly give up? Why now?"

His jaw clenched as he tried to control his boiling anger, he faced her. He saw the frustration and fury in her forest green eyes too while her lips were slightly parted.

"Just do what I said and don't question or doubt my decisions." He said formidably.

She lowers her gaze. "I just want to understand you,"

"Are we clear, Safiya?"

Safiya's shoulder dropped, he sighed and in just a few minutes all emotion on her face disappeared as well before nodding in agreement with him. He went straight to his room and he was already expecting the surprise that lay before him upon entering. Three girls are lying on his bed, naked. He can smell their lust mixed with their blood circulating their veins but the beat of their hearts excites him more.

He immediately controlled the discoloration of his eyes and the release of his fangs and sharp nails.

"You look cranky, why don't you just let us taste and feel how angry you are?" The girl in the middle said as she crawled down the bed, she's smirking and biting her lips seductively. Their bodies were glistening like they put some oil on them. The other two girls giggled as they massaged their breasts and started kissing each other.

"By the way, we're going to heat you even more and satisfy you. Even your head down there."

She knelt in front of him as her hand groped his feet and moved up to his legs. Hayes immediately caught her hand before she could even touch the thing she was aiming for then he held her tiny chin to look at her closely, she's owning a beautiful pair of chocolate eyes. Almost perfect that it reminded him of someone. Someone he wants to forget but he can't. Or won't?

Maybe he's really fxxked up!

"What's your name?" He murmured under hitched breath, observing her beautiful face.

"Rosette. My name is Rosette, my Lord!" She stuck her tongue out and licked his fingers.

He released her so violently that she almost sank to the floor.

"Safiya!" He roared and he immediately heard some footsteps then the door of his room opened. He suspected that she was already outside and was just waiting for him to call her.

With hands both on his hips, he greeted her with rage and raised eyebrows. He was breathing violently too as he tried to suppress his anger. Safiya looked at the girls then gave him a half shrug like it's natural that there are girls in his room having sxx with each other.

"Well, what should I say?" Her mouth twitched with a hesitating smile. "Surprised? And it's a full moon, Hayes. You haven't drunk blood for three full moons. Maybe that's why you're been grumpy these past few days. Or are you worried about the blood moon that happened months ago?"

He gritted his teeth in annoyance, he hates it when people think they know what's best for him. And Safiya knew his rules and what he hates the most but she loved disobeying him.

"Shut up and get out."

"Maybe you are not a vampire but you also need blood." She reminded him before she finally left the room.

He growled then grabbed the arm of the woman in front of him and pulled her drastically.

"What are you going to do with me?"

Hawthorne senses the fear in her voice and she starts trembling too, she even tries to escape from his hold.

"We're going to play, don't you like that? Hmm?" His mouth curved into a smile, a dangerous one. "And whoever wins, there's a prize waiting for you."

"Play? We're going to play?" The woman with short hair was full of joy on her face as she spoke. She knelt on the bed and her shaved pxxxy caught his attention. It's red and already wet.

"I like that!"

They giggled, while the other woman lay down on the bed. She has a nice, plumpy ass too, and an almost perfect breast. She rested her chin on her palm as she stared at him with awe.

"What game should we play then?"

Hawthorne looked at the girl he was holding and he pushed her onto the bed. Damn those eyes! Those motherfxxking eyes.

"We're going to play fxxk yourself. And the one who will stop will be punished."

He turned around and headed to sit on the sofa, just in front of his bed.

"We love that." The sweet little Rosette said, slowly spreading her legs. "Are there some rules?"

Hawthorne poured vodka on his glass then sat down and leaned against his seat, he smelled the vodka while staring at the three seductresses in front of him. The short-haired girl held Rosette's legs then she inserted two fingers in Rosette's wetness while looking at him, watching his reactions. Seducing and challenging him.

Rosette's moans and erotic face made his jaw clench and his expression darkened.

The woman's lid opened and closed several times, seemingly preventing herself from closing her eyes completely. Her lips parted, unable to bear it anymore, she pulled the short-haired girl and kissed her on her neck. While they took turns tasting the breast of the other woman as their hands traveled all over Rosette’s body.

His grip on the glass tightened as his manhood slowly came to life. When was the last time he had a good fxxk? A month? A year? Yeah! He still remembers it. He fxxked her, hard. Pleasured her, and satisfied her that he ended up killing her.

"Nah," he lazily sipped his vodka. "Just don't stop 'till morning."

"How about you? Aren't you going to join us?"

"No, sweet cheeks. I'm going to watch. Go on, enjoy and pleasure each other."

"Are you sure? You don't wanna taste this, Hayes?" The girl who has a nice, plumpy butt knelt in front of Rosette. Her body arched so the beauty and shape of her butt are more refined.

She opened Rosette's thigh even more to show her the treasure that the woman was hiding and then buried her face there and tasted Rosette's wetness. The woman's eyes widened as she screamed in pleasure.

The two women laid Rosette down and the short-haired girl sat on her face, allowing her to eat her there while the other girl was busy finger fxxking her cunt. Rosette put her arm around the thigh of the woman with short hair as she grinned and pressed herself even harder on her. Their erotic moans of pleasure, giggles, and groans filled his room.

Hawthorne calmly closed his eyes and just listened to them like he was just listening to music. But the grunts stopped, the atmosphere also changed and there was a defining tension. His jaw clenched and his fist tightened and as he opened his eyes, his eyes were already in shades of yellow. Slowly too, his claws flashed.

"Easy. We should learn how to master and control ourselves, shouldn't we eh?"

The man he never wanted to see again and had cursed for a long time was sitting on the side of the bed. It's really strange to see him in modern clothes with his long hair. And just like him, he didn't age a bit.

The three girls were sitting beside him, sitting straight even their gazes. Their faces are serious and emotionless. He was holding Rosette's hand while her blood of her was dripping from her wrist, which was being caught by the man's glass, the reason why his blood is boiling.

"But one thing I am confused about was, how can someone resist these pretty women?" He petted Rosette and smelled her hair, sniffing her neck too.

There are many things and ways in his mind on how to hurt this one. If only he can kill him. If only!

"Thank you, my lady." He smiled and even kissed the back of her hand before drinking the blood in the cup he was holding and smiling at him.

Hawthorne blinks twice and the color of his eyes is back to normal. He clenched and unclenched his fist and tried to calm himself.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly and with a sigh to show that he was not happy to see him.

"I don't understand why everyone hates me. Can't y'all just chill and be thankful to me? If it's not because of me, you won't taste being on top. Being strong. Powerful. Being feared by everyone." He looked and sounded so awful that Hawthorne wanted to punch his face.

"Cut the drama. As if I don't know you."

Hawthorne turned to the door as soon as it opened and Safiya entered with some of their men, their guns immediately focused on their unexpected visitor who was now busy drinking the blood as if he didn't care about what was happening.

Safiya directed her eyes toward him, trying to hide her worries but she failed.

"Hayes,"

Hawthorne sighed disappointedly, he waved his hand, signaling them to leave. Safiya once more looked at their unexpected visitor then she glanced at him like she was making sure he was safe before she commanded their people to leave. They knew that guy but they didn't know that he was part of his past.

"Leave us," Hawthorne commanded the three women but as he expected, they did not comply.

"They're under my spell. How can you expect them to listen to you? You're not like me and you are not even a vampire." He grinned playfully. "A creature who drinks blood but isn't a vampire. I think that will pass as a riddle but only I know the answer."

"Command them to leave us,"

"Aren't you being so bossy?" He shook his head and then turned to the three women. "Go on, ladies, get dressed, forget everything that happened here, and have a meaningful life."

The three women wasted no time and immediately got dressed then hurried out. When the door closed they were both serious.

"I still remember that night when you betrayed me like it happened yesterday. How you helped those witches imprisoned me in that hideous hellhole." He shrugs his shoulders lazily. "So I don't understand why you're mad until now."

"If I only knew this would happen. I should have helped those witches and killed your offspring."

His face darkened and the glass he was holding was suddenly shattered by the pressure of his grip. Hawthorne laughed lifelessly, only now did he see that emotion on his face again. Anger is accompanied by fear.

"You can't touch my fiery daredevils and you know the reason. You will face the Cursed hybrid first before you could even touch her." He said while wiping his hand.

"Yeah... The... Cursed hybrid."

What everyone fears, the infamous Cursed hybrid.

He looked at him. "I heard he gave you a hard time."

"I think I knew where he got that attitude from. At this moment, for sure he's already married to the Hybrid's mate. And soon, he will be the Alpha of your pack."

"Why am I sensing fear in your voice?"

"Who wouldn't? You said it yourself, you know me too well so why would I hide it anyway? And I missed that feeling. But I'm still thankful because I know he can protect my daughter."

He stared at him intently. "You seem so different now. That's not the Constantine I knew."

"We were all innocent babies before we became what we are now."

He blinked at him, he couldn't believe he was hearing that from him. Of all people. There seems to be something wrong here.

"I just realized this now. My daughter married your grand-grand-grand-hundred-times-grand-grandson. So what are we now? A family?"

Hawthorne shows him his fist. "Do you see this?"

He laughed so loud and that irritated him more.

"We really can't tell what will happen in the future. Well, aren't you proud of what your bloodline has become?"

He cleared his throat and immediately changed the topic. "What do you need? Why are you here, Creator? Yeah, that's what they've been calling you right? The fxxking Creator!"

"I'm quite famous, right?" He chuckled playfully then stood up and walked to face the window. "It's been thousands of years. Years of suffering. Years of pain. Years of regrets. Years of miseries. Nothing will satisfy us, no one will make us happy. We can't be killed and we will just suffer for more years in this godforsaken world. Damn! Thousands of years and we lived another thousand and another and another. "

"I suggest you should just enjoy it. Especially that you are condemned all your life."

"I am the creator. Even though I'm in that hellhole, I can roam around wherever I want and I'm telling you. It bore the hell out of me, especially when you can't feel and touch anything."

"Tell me about it," he said uninterestedly.

A few minutes later they were both silent. Just sensing each other.

"I was in Psicadiasis for months, trying to bring it back. Everything has changed, I thought everything would be fine but it was even worse than I expected. Everything became more dangerous than when I last saw it." He confronted him. "How's life treating you, Hawthorne Salvatrix? Are you still looking for her?"

He shouldn't be surprised that he already knows that.

"If you have nothing to say or need. You can leave."

Hawthorne stood up and walked closer to the bathroom when he spoke again.

"You've been looking for her for how many years, I know. I've watched how you suffered. I witnessed how you slowly lose yourself because of her. And I can help you."

He stopped walking, there was little hope that he felt. He is the Creator after all but he can't trust him. He doesn't trust him. He will never trust him. Not again.

"I have a witch, a vampire, and a hunter. An army of supernaturals who are willing to kill and sacrifice their lives for me. So tell me," he lazily gazed at him, showing him that he was not interested and his suggestion was pure trash. "Why would I need your help?"

"Because I'm the only one who knows where she is."