Erzelus POVI have seen a shitload of stupidities done by my human counterpart, the cold-blooded and unjustified murder of our mate was just one among many moronic blood-freezing moves he made, to say at least. Well, it is one of many, but it is probably the one that causes me the most of the pain. The bastard would always manage to take over the control of our body when he wanted to do something moronic and reckless. There were even times when motherfucker would summon my form but would smother my thoughts and take control of all the actions undertaken by our body. And I would have no say in those moments. I would be just a mute witness to his mania and idiocy.He would make me unable to overthrow his willpower, unable to control the actions of our body, although he was in Lycan form. One good example was when he mercilessly killed our mate, Larrisa, without an ounce of remorse. I had to watch it helplessly as if I was a pawn…as if I was a mute and disabled person brought to the cin
Rowena’s POV“All right, little witch. You and your little gang of witches are allowed to fight side by side with us.” He said with a chortle as if he had heard the funniest joke ever. The next second, he straightened up his face and came closer to me while stomping over my still unconscious mate. Omar groaned and whimpered under the weight of Malleteagan’s body and the force of his impact. While still standing on the torso of my unconscious mate with one boot and hovering over his neck with the other, he faced me with fury etched on every feature of his face and tugged a handful of my braids. “..but, be sure, one wrong move, little witch…” he growled, inches away from my face, forcing me to look at his vile eyes.“… and I will snap the neck of your dear mate like a toothpick. And you know what? I will make you watch it. And that will be just the beginning of your torment…shall you or your witches dare to betray us, that is, of course. But none of you are that stupid, of course! Righ
Kandreah’s POV I need my solitude. I am not a sociable man.The commotion and melee of alliance warriors who sprawled across and prowled around Konneyard became overwhelming. The hustle and bustle irked and itched the demon within me to stir, wake up and kill them all. We made the temporary camps for warriors to heal and rest before we go ahead with the attack on Macabantrah. We won the battle. I should be gloating. A stench… never-ending sulphuric stench of this shithole mixed with the reeking foul odour of cadavers of fallen demons who started the rotting process. It consumes all the senses, lingering its putrid odour deeply into our skin. The mixture of ashes, mud, debris and black dust rose thick in the air, creating foggy clouds, almost like a cloud curtain that stuck its ugliness in our eyes, provoking eye-watering and gagging reflexes. Inhaling this necrotic air irritates the nose, provokes tears and clogs our lungs. The battleground was covered with ashes and smoke, and m
Kandreah’s POV“…I know the feeling…” I said while watching in the distance. “What do you mean?” Erzelus looked at me with a puzzled expression. He looked funny with dust smeared on his face. He looked like the guy who was maintaining Victorian chimneys. I am doing my best to keep my face straight. “I have killed my destined mate twice, Erzelus. The first time, I didn’t fight for her and allowed her to be offered to Hades because of the political ambitions of her parents. The second time, I killed her when I didn’t protect her and her son the way I should have. You see…Noosha’s dogs raped, tortured and slaughtered her before the eyes of her son. And I was weak, a coward, unable to stop it.” I said while swigging more of that godawful golden liquid from the bottle and allowing stray tears to roll down my eyes. “You had a mate? Who was she?” Erzelus asked. “Her name was Minthe. She was the nymph of Oribus, daughter of Denexus and Sentaya. You know, the Sentaya with screechy voice an
Chaister POV “Oi, Lartellan, can you get your pretty boys off the doors, please? I came to see your old ass. I think you want me to mansplain myself.” I chirped with a tone which I knew would tick my little cousin off. Gosh, if you’d ask this guy if ten times ten is tenty ten, he would say yes. But what I always liked about Lartellan, our favourite god of war, is that his anger and temperament are equally big as his stupidity. So, it was always such fun to rile him up. Not to mention that it was child’s play to get him annoyed. So, I never missed a chance to do so. It’s fun! And it also always served a good purpose. Whenever I wanted to start a war, I just needed to piss off the big, old, grumpy brute.“What do you want Chaister? Fuck off!” He yelled from the insides of his palace. “Well, bro, first of all, this is not a way to welcome the God of Chaos, not to mention your distant relative. Did you skip the lessons when they taught hospitality in school? Can you tell your fuckfac
Kandreah POVI was quite unsettled, to say at least, after our close encounter with Nahevra’s shadows. I had a foreboding feeling that sent shivers down my undead spine. And I find myself as a being who had seen it and felt it all—the death of my mate, the death of my twin. And still, Nahevra instilled some foreign sense of fright within me with her words. I lifted tipsy Erzelus from the shattered ground of Konneyard. He still swayed while walking with me towards the encampment. He was plastered. I held the stupid Lycan king to prevent him from stumbling and falling. “Hey, leech, Malleteagan is wrong. You ain’t that bad if I don’t think of the sucking blood part, that’s just yuck. Oh fuck, I ain’t feeling too good…” Erzelus said and vomited all over my fucking shoes…again. I am seconds away from tossing the stupid wolf on the ground and beating the shit out of him. The dickhead is as heavy as a dead whale. I was just thinking of dropping off or beating the shit out of the stupid wol
Omar’s POV The scent of disinfectant lingers heavily in the air, sticking to my nostrils, feeling the same as if someone stubbed a towel soaked with bleach over my face. Its suffocating scent irritates, triggering gag reflex, tears and the urge to sneeze, all at once. It is mixed with the faded smell of rotting and soil, although this other scent seems to waft from somewhere in the distance. I feel paralysed, incompetent and helpless. Useless. That’s what I am. I am a poor excuse for a mate. I couldn’t even protect my soul mate. The last thing before my very eyes were hers. Beautiful ambers encrusted with a thousand tears that shone around her eyes, making them look like a jewel with a halo effect. And those tears were not spilt because of her pain and fear. No, she cried for fear of the future that is to be bestowed on her sisters, on her coven and…I felt it. She cried because she was afraid for me, too. She was mortified when Alpha beat me up. I? I wasn’t afraid for myself. It wo
Erzelus POV A few moments earlier- I feel like shit! So dazed and…hungover? The taste in my mouth is as if something had died in it. My eyes are sticky. I can’t open them. The buzzing sounds in my head are as if fucking ambulance sirens are blaring. My body feels like the train wrecked over it. Oh, fuck. I remember it now. I drank some shit dwarves gave me. What was that fucking drink I snatched from them? Oh fuck, I hope that Malleteagan didn’t take over the control of my body while I was out. I tug on my bond with stupid Malleteagan just to figure out that bastard is shoved down and wrapped up tight and nicely in the depths of our consciousness. Good! I hope he stayed there while I drank that dwarfish gasoline shite until I obliterated myself. The only problem is the events after drinking that shit from dwarves are pretty blurry. That was fucking reckless. To drink to oblivion in the underworld in the midst of the fucking war. Well done, Erzelus, well done. I don’t know should I
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