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Eyes of the son of the devil
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Did he call for a nun?
Nethanaiah’s POVI remembered the last time I saw him, some centuries ago, his eyes were of eerie steel grey colour. And now, when his eyes opened widely in a sudden and sharp spasm, his irises combusted in neon lava, no traces of his usual steel grey colour that I remembered. He was gasping for air while bouts of what looked like an ichor blood exploded from his mouth. This ichor-like blood started to trickle down his nose while he managed to breathe through whatever internal shock he went through and to grit and scream “nun” over and over again. This lasted for several hours. Three of us barely managed to contain him on the bed when his body began to spasm and shudder violently, and then he was crushed by some unknown force as if he were hit by something or someone. After a few hours of fighting with the demon prince of Wengarthria, he fell into a deep coma-like sleep, and we all fell on the floor, exhausted. He looked like he had died. The only signs of life were his shallow but s
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Kandreah’s POV We haven’t yet passed the Mortherra, the bridge between Morsburg and Waltherra. No, more precisely, we haven’t moved an inch from where we were after Morsanctu was defeated. We are seriously struggling to advance as Azabrahs are wreaking havoc amongst our soldiers without even laying a finger on our fighting forces. Thersar, Malleteagan and I merged our powers to make a protective cloak around us, Nexelex and ranked warriors of our allied forces. If it were any different situation than this, I would say that our cloak was spectacular, merging Thersar’s dark magic and mine, together with Malletegan moonlight haze tendrils of power in one magnificent armour. However, there was no time for gloating and admiring the armour. Our low-ranked warriors were taking the greatest brunt of Azabrah’s silent and motionless attack. The four of us stood there in what would seem as a stoic and static observation of Azabrah's clash with our warriors. But we were actually assessing and st
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Kandreah’s POV What a fuck is going on here? Why can’t I smash the bloody Azabrahs with necromancy as the worthless worms that they are? Time manipulation obviously affects them, but necromancy seems not to affect them at all. They will rip me apart with my fears and drive me to madness before they take my soul, the same as they did to warriors before. Think, Kandreah, think, for fuck sake. I can’t keep time frozen for much longer. And then it came to me. Fuck! Why didn’t I think of this before? I just wanted to slap myself.Rumour has it that Azabrahs were Marcellus’ project and creation. He made them the first line of protection and guardians of entry to Waltherra. Marcellus is the strongest warrior and most powerful telepath in the underworld, well, probably in the Soovaree realm, too. Still, he is also a necromancer—the future king of the underworld, the world of death, demons and punishment. Gosh, I am so damn stupid. I cannot kill the creatures made by necromancers with necrom
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Malleteagan‘s POV We are all knackered. I am as well, although I didn’t want to show it to my warriors as I need their focus and thirst for fighting and winning in check. It seems that we are slaughtering this fucking reptiles for eternity. And the more we kill them, the more of them seem to come in bouts surrounding and suffocating us. After hours of clashing with pterofidies, we finally managed to enter the Waltherra city and encampment. And then, out of nowhere, hordes of diverse ghouls, beasts and demons seethed through the length and breadth of Waltherra. We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces. “Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency. “Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and com
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Kandreah’s POV After our well-deserved rest, we continued to Sanguinabyss as planned. The border between Waltherra and Sanguineabyss was shielded with protective armour cast by Ramaalen, one of the daughters of Hades. Ramaalen is also known as Melinoa in Earthling’s mythology. Earthlings like to draw parallels between their deities and ours. How did they get the information about Ramaalen and many other Soovaree deities, which they included in their lores and mythology? I have no clue. Anyway, Ramaalen is a torchbearer of Wengarthria’s passages, who brings night terrors and madness. Malleteagan, Thersar and I merged our powers and broke her shield quickly. It was so easy to break it that I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. “Hey guys, don’t you find it strange that we haven’t encountered the ruler of Walthera during our battle there?” I asked Malleteagan, Thersar and Nexelex. They stopped in their tracks turned their heads to me almost in unison, but remained s
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Noosha’s POV I am looking at Conrad in downright disbelief. If the bell-end weren’t as sexy as he is, I would kill him on sight. He let Marcellus, that little dickhead run away. He slipped out of my claws again. “Conrad, tell me, why should I spare your life? I have left you for just a few seconds with trull’s spawn, and he escaped from you! You are a fucking joke!” I gritted through my teeth as I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out to calm my nerves. I cannot afford to lose my cool now. Because of the agenda, Yordanreen and all the other things I invested into this bigger-than-a-life plan. Too many things are at stake here, and I need as much of a loyal fight force as possible to get rid of the dirty old bastard who sits on the throne of Wengarthria. So, Conrad is as sharp as a marble, but hey…he is a good fighter and a great shag. So, although I can imagine myself shredding him into pieces with my magic for letting Marcellus run away, I need to find as much self-c
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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
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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
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You die anyway
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Not their Alpha
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Their Alpha
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Where is Thersar?
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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
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King On our way from dungeons to castle
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
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The bundle of bones in my arms
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
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You are safe now
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
