Chapter 1: Resurrected From The Dead

Tamari Issoria's Point of View 

I was panting and bathing in my own sweat the moment I woke up. Nevertheless, it was the cold breeze coming through the window that had led me to wonder whether I was hallucinating or becoming delusional.

I had a horrific dream. It says that I was killed and that I just woke up clueless about my surroundings.

The dimly lit room, along with its dark and heavy presence, made my skin shiver, as the small bonfire in the corner of the gothic medieval-style room was not enough to warm my oddly freezing body.

In accordance with my astounding awaking, I sat on the surface of where I was and tried to get up, yet I squirmed and struggled when I felt that my hand was tied. My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress.

Trains of thoughts began to flock on my mind as I reckoned what had happened and discerned where I was. I took all the remaining strength I had in my body and gave it my best shot to detach the chain that's forbidding me to leave when a man who was tall, masculine, and a god-like figure in my peripheral vision appeared.

Gradually, I upraised my gaze and saw the man I had caught now standing across me whilst wearing an all-black outfit as if he had been diverted in the 1600s.

"A normal person can't take that chain off unless you have an extraordinary power within you," his full, manly, and round voice got me.

It was a sexy one. Nevertheless, it didn't become a hindrance to feel my trembling fingers along with the faster rate of my heart.

 "W-Who are you?" I whispered in a wobbly tone.

Instead of answering the first question that fell through my mind, the anonymous, gorgeous-looking man was now in front of me in just a snap. He broke off the chain, which caused me to squirm without even blinking.

I was dumbfounded upon blinking thrice, wondering how he ended up beside me when I was just looking at him meters away from the bed.

The feeling of fear from horrendous experiences began to creep all over my body. I crawled backwards and was on the verge of throwing the pillow at him when his cold, bloody eyes remained sturdy and stern.

His skin was pale, whilst his lips were red. If I were to compare myself to him, he had porcelain but not natural skin dissimilar to mine.

"Listen to me, woman," he muttered in terror. "You should stand now and clean my room to pay for your debt and as a sign of respect to your master. Now that you're in my possession, all you need to do is follow what I say, never oppose me, and refrain from digging or talking back until I say so. Did your tiny, little brain get it?"

His rude words made me a little annoyed, which caused me to put down the pillow and talk back. "Excuse me?" I muttered in displeasure. "Who are you to tell me what to do as if I am your slave and I am indebted to you? If I know you, you're just a mere kidnapper and expect to be reported to government officials."

Instead of being threatened, the man only gave me his arrogant, sexy chuckle along with his sarcastic smirks. He sat down on the sofa across from me and crossed his arms and legs.

Damn. What a nice view.

"Go on. Cry yourself out and seek out the mortals' government here. Everyone around you will think you're a psychopath bitch who was crazily found by a royal in the woods," he muttered harshly.

Calling me with different names made my blood boil. I closed my fist and stood up from my seat, ready to attack him with a slap, but he was fast enough to pin me on the wall and snake his enormous and callous palm around my neck.

This asshole might be the one who's crazy. Something was off. He was fast enough to know my next move as if he were reading a mind, but one thing is for sure: this god-like scoundrel isn't normal.

"Dare to call me names again; I'll rip your fucking neck!" he ballistically whined in between my squirms.

It took him a few seconds before he let go of me. His grip was tight enough, as the air was unable to come inside my body. I fell to the ground, trying to catch my breath while coughing and looking at him with my deadly glares.

"Y-you're... you're a monster!" I spat it out.

Due to what I said, the man seemed a little pissed, causing him to clench his fist.

"Is that how a mere human like you can thank the one who saved your life on the verge of their death, huh?" he enunciated frigidly. "Why am I going to wonder, anyway?" Pathetic humans are the dumbest in the world. Easy to fool, easy to kill." 

My mind couldn't process what he was saying. However, the touch of his bare hands was cold enough as if he just got out of the freezer.

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about…" I claimed whilst coughing a little more.

The man bent his knees and then lifted my chin using his index finger. "You were killed, and I saved your life. I resurrected you, and how dare a mere peasant like you desire to lay a finger on his master?" he grunted in displeasure.

For instance, I had gotten a little headache as fresh memories from the past began to flash back and appear to my senses. I squirmed when my head began to hurt, my body began to experience vulnerability, and my mind produced countless unanswered queries.

My mind showed me lying on the ground, bathing in blood, as broken scenes began to appear. People who had their masks on showed up with guns, which killed me with just three bullets. After that vision, I opened my eyes and began panting while looking at the man.

"Can you now understand why you're indebted to me, hmm?"

I stumbled upon being silent, yet still managed to speak. "I-I…" 

For the second time around, the ruthless and scoundrel-looking anonymous tall man pinned my body on the wall by gripping on my neck with enough tightness for me to breathe.

Our eyes locked with each other. It is when I felt like I was hypnotized by his words he was about to speak.

 "I am Brixton Cardinal. One of the princes of this kingdom, an heir to the throne, and I were the ones who saved your life. I resurrected you from death, and now you ought to follow what I say and become my slave. Dare to talk back with your master and your tongue will be cut into pieces; if you lay a finger on me, then you would be slain for treason," the man had enunciated.

Hearing those harsh words made me think of a word that finally answered all my questions. The only proof I was just waiting to prove what my assumptions were comes next, as his eyes turned into red whilst her mouth slightly opened, showing the fangs that a normal person wouldn't possess unless...