Hazel was convinced she had made the wrong decision as the two men just stared at her in shock without saying anything.She should have thought about it more before barging up on them. What if they reported her now?What would she do?Her heart raced as she contemplated her next move. Should she keep going or should she just walk out of there?Hazel watched as The men's facial expressions moved from shock to fear and then to confusion.The whole palace was alive with various noises as people moved about and worked but at that moment, a deafening silence filled Hazel's ears.'Moon goddess help me!' Hazel prayed in her heart."Who the fuck are you?" Finally Winston the chef asked in an aggressive voice.His question threw her off guard with its harshness."Im–I'm," Hazel started to answer in a weak, shaky voice but then she stopped.She cleared her throat, stood straighter, and in a steady, confident voice, she said, "I am Edith."She knew she could not show these men fear. She had to b
Winston was not sure what was going on but one thing he knew was that he was not going to pass on an opportunity to have his pound of flesh.Despite Lance's objections, he was going to take this leap of faith. If it ended up backfiring, at least he would die knowing he made an effort in avenging his little girl.He took a deep breath before saying, "What is your plan?"Hazel looked down at the activities going on below as she said, "We are going to take advantage of that."Winston reacted to her words with neither speech nor action as he listened to her. He followed her eye level and nodded at the people below them."There would be a ton of people which will thereby increase the number of possible suspects which will in turn cover our asses," Hazel said.It was too good to be true. She could not believe that she was finally doing this. Her plans were finally set into motion. Her heart raced, but this time, it was not out of fear but rather out of excitement.Winston nodded to her word
"The plan is to spice the food up with poison but we are forgetting one more thing," Winston said as he lit a cigarette, "the guards are not going to be eating the food so they will not be affected."That part had totally skipped Hazel's mind.She was watching as two men tried to set up a booth. The three of them had finally sat down with Winston seated in between Hazel and Lance.Hazel did not reply to Winston as her mind wandered too far off.There had to be a way to handle the guards, that she knew.She also knew that they would have to use poison to get at them.What she did not know was how they were going to get the poison to them."And we still have not decided on what type of poison I would use to lace the food," Winston added after he took a drag of his cigarette.Hazel leaned across Winston –a task which was quite impossible to achieve with his last frame, and looked at Lance.He had been the one who had come up with the last two suggestions and she was hoping he would have
Hazel admired the place as she made her way to the gazebo. She was soon going to be really busy and she had decided to go catch some rest.The decorators had done a good job and the noise that had polluted the place turned out to be worth it.The place looked like a mini wonderland complete with Ferris wheels and kissing booths although right now, it looked lonely, she could imagine how beautiful it would look when people were all over the place trying to fight for a ride.She took her time to admire the place wishing she had not had work to do so she could enjoy the fun.She would have ridden the Ferris wheel till she was heady and puking all over the place and would have run back to join the queue after every turn so that she could have some more.The smell of fresh, blooming flowers welcomed her as she stepped into the garden.The little flowers which had been there the last time she came had fully bloomed and she had never seen anything much more beautiful.The garden was an allur
The party was fully on and the place was alive with music and dancing. Multiple stands were offering free food to everyone courtesy of the Alpha.The place looked like a painter's color palette as various colors were displayed on the beautiful garments worn.After minutes of struggling through the beautiful web of humans, Hazel finally made her way to the balcony.She was out of breath and she panted as she came to a halt.She looked around seeing no one.They must have probably waited for her. They must have left thinking she was not going to come.Her heart skipped as it c
"Where the fuck have you guys been?" They were greeted by a very agitated Winston saying those words as they walked through one last door."I have been waiting here forever!" He said in an agitated whisper. It looked so funny to see his huge frame in such a state —his little head seemed to be bobbing up and down on his huge neck and Hazel almost let out a giggle at the sight."What took you guys so long?! I was starting to think we have been made out!" He continued without allowing them to reply."I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. I was caught up in some things that's all," Hazel repeated the same lie she told Lance to Winston.Rather than say something, Winston totally ignored her statement and rather said, "The party has almost begun! We need to get ready," Then he turned his back and started walking.Lance and Hazel followed him quietly.They were already inside the palace. Hazel could tell from the beautiful architecture and decorations she was seeing around.And when she start
When Hazel saw her face in the little handheld mirror Lance had brought out of his bag, she could not recognize her face.Her face was a myriad of various colors littered all over it.Her eyes were opened wide in shock as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, turning her head from side to side to see all the angles of Lance's handwork."I went overboard with the makeup to conceal your face more properly," Lance explained when he saw the expression on Hazel's face.With a chuckle, Hazel said, "There's no need to explain anything. I completely understand. Besides, it will be better if they can't recognize any part of my original feature."Lance the
Hazel did not even have to wonder how the food was going to be served to the guests when the uniformed servants had left because a bunch of the naked girls who were lined up on the wall left their position to go stand by the food carts.The other girls served as waitresses. When someone wanted something, he would summon one of the girls and tell her his choice.She in turn would walk to where the food carts were positioned and collect the food from the other naked girls manning that place and then take it back to the man.At first, very few men requested food. Hazel was starting to become agitated. At that pace, it was going to take a very long time for all the men to pass out from the poison and she was so eager to harm the perverted bastard sitting on the throne.In the dark, Hazel kept on sending him visual darts with her eyes as she watched him through angry eyes.Looking at Gordon was torture to Hazel because she was forced to watch the young girls also but try as she may, she c
"No!" Hazel's screams resonated through the walls of the midwives' workshop. Against their will, the midwives had lain Hazel on the worktable and had tied her limbs down to the table. One of the midwives took a cloth and started to stuff it into Hazel's mouth to muffle her screams. "Leave her mouth free. I want to listen to her screams," Raglan's cold voice echoed in the room, stopping the midwife. "Please Raglan! You can take my life but let this child live! He is innocent! Please!" Hazel pleaded with Raglan. "I should let the bastard child live?" Raglan chuckled. "I am putting an end to the lives of all the bastards in that family. Including the whore that dared bear him a child," Raglan said with such contempt his face contorted with disgust. Tears spilled down Hazel's face. She couldn't breathe. She knew this was likely going to be her end, but she had hoped she could escape. But she refused to give up on her son. Hazel continued to beg, offering her life in exchange for
Days had passed and Hazel was getting better and better in her skills as a princess of death but it wasn't as fast as she would have wanted it.Her baby would soon be out and she knew that the moment that happened, it was going to be the end of her.She worked harder in the small room she had created for herself, hoping to be able to restore her life to earth before the baby came. But all of these were difficult for her, especially since she had to avoid Raglan's mother by all means.Hazel had tried her possible best to steer clear of her. She knew that she hated her and she made sure she never had anything to do with her.But Raglan's mother made it her duty to be in Hazel's business. She found excuses to be around Hazel and to be part of her life and though Hazel tried her best to avoid her, it was not possible.As she finished her training with her instructor that day, Hazel slowly made her way to her room to rest but as she took the final bend, Raglan's mother immediately appeared
"What?!" Hazel squeaked, her face confused as to what she had just heard.Raglan held her by the shoulders his face lit up with a joy that she never believed could exist in the realm of darkness.He shook her as if to wake her from something."Hazel! We are in love! We now have a child on the way! All that's left is for us to get married!" Raglan said trying to connect some imaginary dots.Hazel knew she could not do this. She had endured the past weeks pretending to like him. Getting married to Raglan was going to the extreme and she was not sure she could survive it.With the same speed with which his face had lit up, the joy on his face dimmed out and a sadness replaced the light."You don't want me?" Raglan asked his voice pricking Hazel with the amount of pain that was in it.Hazel sighed.She knew this was not going to be easy. For her to secure what was hers, it was required of her to make certain sacrifices and this was one of them.With a weak smile that did not even touch he
Over the next few days, Hazel and Raglan's relationship blossomed.Raglan was so happy and he made sure everyone knew about him and Hazel –including his mother.Hazel was still trying to wrap her mind around how she became a girlfriend to the prince of death. The person who had taken away the joy from her life.Hazel had not factored a relationship between her and Raglan into her plans. She had envisioned a totally different trajectory for her plan and she was not happy with the way things were going.Raglan made sure she spent half of her day with him. He tried to make her move to his room but Hazel refused.Staying with Raglan meant she would have to have sex with him and that was something she dreaded happening.She however had been forced to be intimate with him.They cuddled in bed together before bedtime, and they kissed quite a lot –although she tried to find ways to avoid kissing him there was only so much she could refuse for her plan to really work.She did everything intend
Hazel spent the next twenty minutes thinking and rethinking her plan. 'What if it fails?' she asked herself. She knew that was a useless question to ask herself. She knew exactly what would happen if her plan failed. But there was no way she was going to back down. She placed her hands on her belly, rubbing it. She had to take the risk for the child's sake and his father's. With that in mind, Hazel got up and marched to the bed where Raglan lay lost to the world. He looked much more beautiful in sleep and he looked much less like the evil bastard that he was. Hazel looked at the left side of his chest. She knew he had no heart but she wished he had one so that she would have the satisfaction of impaling his heart just as how he had made her do so to all those Alpha's just for his selfish reason. Raglan was lucky she did not know how to send him to hell, she would have done it there and then. Rather, she got on the bed and started to try and take off his black tunic. It was no
She stood before the master of ceremony her entire body weak with fear.The master of ceremony turned back to face the crowd and then he rose both of his hands up into the air and then announced in a low voice, "It is time."As if on cue, the whole room erupted in a terrifying chant.The master of ceremony hurriedly walked away leaving Hazel standing in the middle tears running down her face as she witnessed the ritual happening around her.She could not move as she knew doing so will be fruitless. There was no possible way she was ever going to be able to make it out of the place without being caught moreover she was stuck there in fear.The blood that had been running past her legs started to flow faster.The chants from the demons grew frantic and the symbols on her body started to grow brighter and brighter making her body look like it had been set on fire.Hazel could feel a terrible presence in the room one which was more terrible than all the demons put together. This was follo
"When you said the entire realm would be present did you mean it?" Hazel asked Raglan as soon as Persia landed in front of the four walls.Raglan turned and looked at her dropping the reins. He could see fear spread all over her face."No, I didn't mean it literally," Raglan said to her. "Those who will be in attendance at the banquet are only royalty and those who matter. The rest will be celebrating it at other places."Hazel nodded, her anxiety was a tad bit relieved by his explanation."Shall we?" Raglan asked and he held out his free hand.Hazel nodded then took her hands off the chariot where she had been holding tightly for her dear life.Her legs were still wobbly from her experience but she willed herself to stand steady.The ride had been a bumpy one and many times, Hazel's stomach threatened to hurl out the contents of her stomach but she fought to keep it down.She clasped her hands once more in front of her and Raglan took ahold of her elbow guiding her down the chariot.
"You look so beautiful," Raglan said looking at her with eyes that were full of admiration."Thank you," Hazel said with a warm smile."So do you," She added and her comments were more than just mere flattery. Raglan looked really handsome even though he was dressed in intimidating attire. He had swapped his usual cloak for a tunic, black as night. Underneath the tunic, he wore what looked like chain mail armor, and in his left hand was a scepter that was shaped like a scythe, one very similar to the grim reaper's.There was something in Raglan's eyes as she looked at him. It was a look she had seen before but not on Raglan and it was weird that he had that look in his eyes as he looked at her.Her heart made a little flutter and she had to caution herself to keep her cheeks from reddening. She had to stay focused. The life of her child depended on it.Raglan also tried his best not to look into her eyes. That was very strange as he had never for once been timid before her or anyone
Hazel had lost track of time as she lay on the bed while her body was tattooed with a bunch of symbols she could not decipher.She had spent the time drifting in and out of sleep and when she woke up the last time, she was shocked to see that they had only even covered the front her neck to chest area, and her arms.It was now she understood the maid's issue about time.She wondered why just drawing figures will take so much time.She decided to glance down at what they were doing so she tilted her head down.When she did, she felt a sense of foreboding come over her.Something in her grew cold as a strong feeling of fear seized herAlthough she could not decipher the symbols drawn on her body, she knew that they were something extremely evil."What are these?" Hazel asked her voice more of a whisper."These are the truths of ancient times," The maid said, her voice very quiet as if in reverence to the symbols.Hazel did not know what she said but she did not ask further.She moved a