Kandreah’s POV Sanguineabyss is a vast subrealm within Wengarthria. So big that it could be a realm in its own right. Mud and blood are squelching beneath our feet. Its name is warranted by all means. Sanguine means blood in Latin. And this shithole really looks like an abyss of blood. The sky above us is a horizon saturated with ruby and crimson tones, reminding me of bloodied curtains of some perverse shit show while the smell of blood is flowing through all of my senses. I could live without blood for a long time as long as I have a regular influx of necromancy within me. The energy of death has a bizarre effect on me. It keeps me alive. My warriors, on the other hand, at least those faes who do not have necromancy elements within, are dependent on blood to survive. During the past few battles, they had more than enough opportunities to quench their thirst, to the disgust of non-vampiric warriors in the alliance. So, given the bloodbath we caused in conquered subrealms of Wengart
Marcellus POV“Well, I’ll take it that you can explain my presence here,” I said while sitting at the table. Given that I am not a man of many words, it is a huge step forward to have me start a conversation. This is only because of these cinnamon buns. Gosh, these look and smell amazing. I feel like I haven’t eaten for weeks. And then I started to load them mercilessly, stuffing my face with two at once. “Well, I’ll take it that even in Wengarthria, you have some manners. If not among the lowly demons, one would expect at least royalty to have some manners.” as the blonde bloke said this, the stupid bun stuck in my throat, and I almost choked. Man, give me a break. I hadn’t eaten for weeks, and even if I was full, these buns were so amazing that I would demolish them anyway.“I reckon that even in Wengarthria, you would at least introduce yourself before you devour the whole table in front of yourself, like some evil fucking vacuum cleaner from the underworld.” the blonde bloke is n
Meena’s POVI am plunged into a boundless, infinite field of mint with subtle hints of cedar, sandalwood and musk. I was snug as a bug in a rug while I swayed and rolled within its rich and intense aroma. The robust frame of my mate, the demon, one of the ruling deities of the underworld, is savagely pressed against my body, engulfing and embracing us with his fire and magic. He pinned my hands above my head, holding me in one place. However, one of the most powerful, fiendish and fearsome demons of the Soovare realm is not a fierce warrior, mage and telepath now. In front of me is an enflamed bulk of muscles, a devil’s embodiment with the look of an angel. The steel grey eyes are protruding into my soul with their intensity. His warm breath on my skin is about to cause my core to combust and melt as I cannot endure more anticipation. He is driving me into preorgasmic madness while taking his sweet time to tantalise every inch of my skin, leaving the wet trails where his tongue swirle
Meena’s POV I have decided to diffuse the tension by confusing everyone. So, it is my turn to play by the ear and cut the tension between the two. I am so happy that things are improving now with Marcellus, and I will not allow Merlius to rain on my parade. I understand he is protective of us and has fatherly feelings for us. I am also aware that he thinks that Marcellus’ presence here presents a safety issue for all of us and that our chances of being discovered here are higher. But he could try to be less hostile and belligerent, at least for this short time while we will have him here for the sake of fatherly love that he claims to have towards me, if not for anything else. But this seems unlikely as I look at Merlius, who glares and growls at unfazed Marcellus. Nope, they don’t look like they will patch up their differences. And nope, I am not going to allow nor accept this. Especially not now when I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in my relationship with my mate.
Meena’s POVHe inhaled my scent and closed his eyes. He let my hands go and touched my cheeks gingerly as he continued to trail down my face carefully like he was an artist who painted on canvas. Wherever his fingers trailed, I felt my skin was burning and about to crack open under his touch. His touch was warm yet light like a feather, causing tingles of pleasure and gooseflesh to ripple throughout my body and hit me right down to my core. He then pressed his soft, warm, ripened and edible lips against mine while gently rubbing, licking and teasing mine, asking for access to deepen our kiss. He tasted like mint, fresh and alluring yet warm, wet and soft. His minty body scent mixed with sandalwood cedar and musk saturated all my senses. An unwilling moan escaped from my mouth as I surrendered to desire, which pulsated through every atom of my essence. No, this is not lust. This is greater than desire. This is a pure thrill and bliss caused by innocent and divine, outworldly love. Thi
Noosha’s POV“What do you mean, Moonlight curse? This is what killed my Larissa. It is about mating with firstborn children of Selene’s and Endymion’s lineage.” I said while listening to Elantria telling me what happened in Nerzelis. Meanwhile, Marcellus, a little spawn of a devil, was lying on the floor, naked as a newborn with charcoal black mist in his eyes. He was blabbering something in Latin and looked completely possessed. I could see the smidgens of Chaister's chaos magic in the mist that filled his eyes. That’s strange. Well, whatever, I don’t care. Gosh, I hate this little bastard. He looks like a spitting image of Hades. That makes my anger, hatred, detest and disgust towards him even greater. “Wait, you said Moonlight curse? Are you sure that the girl you saw was Aralyn?” I asked her while thinking what the hell had happened in there. I have been looking for this girl since Moon Dog killed my daughter. If she was indeed my long-lost granddaughter and if this son of a bi
Malleteagan‘s POV We had no time to dwell on the horror that we just witnessed. One second, we witnessed the silence that balefully draped across the crater of Sanguineabyss following the death of fae twin kings. The next second, we were besieged by a coven of blood witches mingled with the melee of beasts, demons and warriors. They were looking down at us from the embankment of Sanguineabyss’ crater while we were at its bottom base, filled with blood. Blood was running through every inch of Sanguineabyss as if the sky and ground in here were made of a vascular system with its own constant influx and flow of blood. We were trapped. Following the deaths of Thersar and Kandreah, I was left alone with a battalion of over 60000 warriors: my warriors, dwarves and freshly distraught vampiric, dark and light faes who had just lost their rulers. And I was meant to lead the battle with them. I mean, Nexelex is still here, and despite his small stature, he proved to be a damn good warrior and
Ramaalen’s POV When Malleteagan rose, he sprung into the air with the speed of lightning. He floated above the Sanguineabyss battlefield, above his fratricidal warriors. He looked magnificent, god-like and outworldly in his celestial form. His body was basked with mesmerising moonlight shine. He came to eye level with the blood witches and their petty sigil, which was still in the air. Useless fucking spell bags these witches. He will crush them easily. I need to get a new strategy and quickly. They cannot handle demigods. The blustery of a furious sphere of moonlight eclipse formed in his palms. With all of the guns of his magic blazing and on the warpath, he swiped his hand and crushed their sigil, the one that hovered in the air above the Sanguineabbys. The wavelets of his magic, which were wrapped around his arm, merged with the force of his physical crush. The sigil, which hovered over the Sanguineabyss crater, exploded in lush, lava-like particles of dust and blood as it disapp
Kandreah’s POV While standing helplessly in front of the Macabantran gates, I went through all the stages of grief in the blink of an eye. I went through denial when I managed to work through my pain and drag myself while being pain-stricken with Thersar’s torment in front of the Macabantran gate. I was appalled with horror in front of my eyes. As Thersar’s demise-ridden pain wrecked through every nerve of my body, I watched his last moments with disbelief. Just when I thought that this was the final blow, which would be my undoing, the closeness of my soldiers who died in the battle started to shatter my body inside out, gnawing at my mind and soul. The death of every single soldier in my army was a new blow to my already broken body and heart. After initial shock, denial and disbelief, uncontrollable rage erupted from me. I screamed and tried many ways to break in and barge into the castle, but nothing worked. Even what it meant to be an attention-seeking roar of rage came
Kandreah’s POV We were passing through this infamous shortcut, which was more like a sewage-like labyrinth if you ask me, when I bent over and stumbled with an unwilling groan before I fell on my knees and stubbed my hands into the dirt and mud of Wengarthria. I felt so weak and dizzy, as if I was just seconds away from collapsing. The high-pitched, blaring sound grated through my ears, threatening to split my head in half. It reminded me of the ringing of life-supporting machines when someone dies, but as if someone put amplifiers on them. Beads of sweat protruded along with searing pain, the ache like no other which surged through me, piercing and rippling through my body. Every drop of blood in my body felt like it was scorching, sizzling, and as if it was about to combust in flames before turning to ashes. The agony was unbearable. It felt like I was dying. Only once before, I felt the pain like this, when I lost my soulmate. Regardless of the severed bond between
Erzelus’s POV But it looked like someone in the background had greater control over the forsaken Lycans than I did because drums rattled again in the next moment, along with a command rumbling to forsaken Lycans to attack. It overpowered and overrode the natural inclination of forsaken Lycans to submit to their Alpha. I am not their Alpha anymore. They do not answer to me anymore. They are not part of our pack anymore, and if there was even a smidgen of doubt in their logic, reasoning and where their loyalty now lies, it all became clear when they started attacking Lycan troops. My Lycans were over-excited with my comeback, and this idling is not something we can afford. This can cost us battles and lives; we have no time for this. Because, on the other side of the castle, dwarves, Fae, and witches were still in the ruckus of the battle against Wengarthrians. I stepped in while handholding Lev and roared: “Drop the fucking formalities! Lycans, regroup! Flank the Allies! Shield the
Erzelus’s POV The interior of the encampment was a vast, oval-shaped, dark and massive hall the size of a coliseum. Instead of walls, the encampment was enclosed with grand window-like structures, which seemed impenetrable. These window-like walls didn’t allow even a figment of light to protrude. Each window was adorned with vile and despicable frescoes depicting the destruction, apocalyptic violence and scenes from the underworld. In every corner of this eerie city-sized castle, there seemed to be an attempt at creating a macabre amphitheatre. It was as if a disturbed and malevolent architect had deliberately sought to challenge, mock, distort, and contrast every conventional thought, philosophy, aesthetic, and norms in rational thought, art, architecture, and culture, transforming them into something dark, ominous, and bizarre. This colossal castle seemed like an erratic response of a sinister rebel in architecture, a hub for defying the traditional building. Every corn
Erzelus’s POV Mark's contorted body serves as a testament to his tragic death and grim fate, symbolising just one of too many lives that have been and will continue to be lost in this relentless battle. The weight of lives lost became heavier as I scanned through limbless, scavenged, deformed and mutilated remnants of warriors from both sides, which hung from the ceilings. The cadavers blanketed the grotesque frescoes and icons of the Macabantran encampment. Bodies were strewn everywhere, suspended from ceilings and windows, littering the ground— that is the grave extent of casualties that this battle yielded. And many more are to yet die before the battle finishes. The windows were sprayed with blood and innards of diverse creatures who lost their lives, looking like someone had a paintball battle with leftovers of burnt shepherd pie. Corpses and bodies of soldiers from every walk of life were flailing across the Macabantran fort; mush and gore were everywhere, littering th
Erzelus’s POV The racketing pounds of the gatekeeper demon’s drums became faster with each second. When we finally stepped into the gloom and darkness of the main encampment of Macabantran fortress, the grounds were soaked with a soggy mush of supernatural innards and well stocked with their scattered corpses. Bones of cadavers were cracking as we crushed them on our way. Their flesh was squelching and producing squealing sounds under our feet as we trampled over them. A chaotic blend of whooshing sounds of magic, which was bursting from Wengarthrian mages, clashed with the magic of our witches and mixed with clanks of weapons, and rumbling thuds of fistfights, death rattles, and last exhales of those warriors who were losing the battle. Manic cackles of Wengarthrians who were attacking and fighting from every corner were adding to the clamour and havoc of this place. Macabantrans drubbed our warriors because they failed to see Macabantrans's fighting tactics. Macabantrans
Erzelus’s POV We crept and crawled like sodding spiders through these long-forgotten, dusty, stinky, dirty passageways. The stench of dampness and decay was making my eyes bleed. Being a big bad wolf and a burly bloke trying to squeeze myself into these was a job and a half and now even a greater slog as I am holding this little scrawny child in my arms, trying to lug around with him. Initially muffled and distant, echoes of soldiers defeated in the battle of the main Macabantran Fort grew louder as we funnelled and snaked our way through narrow passages which led from dungeons to the main encampment. Sounds of destruction and the desperate battle between the two armies became more intense and louder as we neared the encampment. It almost felt like the noise and ruckus were palpable. The strange creatures, which reminded me of some demonic, infernal rat mutation, lurked from every corner and occasionally scurried past us as we were breaking through. We'd bump into them every now
Erzelus POV “Remind me, why are we following the scythe-wielding demon and his cult of wannabe Sherwood bandits like a pile of little ducklings?” the bat king kept screeching and whinging in the background. “Could you explain to Dracula’s wank-off that this is because I know the shortcut from dungeons to the main Macabantran castle? The shortcut where the vampiric little gnat will not cross the paths with Macabantran soldiers from the main castle.” Norgarth said, seemingly talking to me but actually responding to Kandreah without sparing a look at him. These two will need to find a way to work together. “You don’t want to fight them until we join the forces with your army, as far as I understand. Or maybe you, oh, the great king of Vampiric Fae, had a change of heart, and now you think that handful of us fighting against the flurry of Macabantran demons from the main castle is a good idea? That much about your great skills in war tactics,” Norgarth spat as he roll
Erzelus’s POV “Now you listen to me, you feisty little demon fucker. You are the warrior, and I am a king; you will not talk like that with me If you wish to live. If you had at least one functioning brain cell in that Sasquatch head of yours, you would see that a handful of us here are not standing a chance against the Lacrimavlian army. So you will not free the son of Hades even if we go there now without back up of the remainder of the alliance army. And you know why? Because we will all die. You and your king included. They will outnumber us, you demonic moron. To go there, we first need to go back and overtake the main Macabantran castle to merge with our army, gather, plan and regroup before we attack Lacrimavliah. I will not risk my life and the life of my soldiers for a battle which is lost before it began only because you are dumb as fuck, stubborn as a mule and have no idea about war tactics or strategies. I will not allow your stupidity to expose me and my army to