Semua Bab Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Erzelus’s POV“Ok, bat boy, let us try it that way then,” I sighed before I allowed my nails to morph into claws. I cut each palm of my hand with my talons, and my ichor started to trickle from my hands. I am not sure how long will I bleed, though, given that Lycans have fast-healing ability, not to mention the speed with which we celestials heal. Kandreah turned away, and I saw that he was looking at his warriors, probably compelling them to resist my blood. I pressed the bloodied palm of my left hand on the handprint engraving on the left side of the iron-wrought doors. As my ichor dripped into the handprint, a heartbeat could be heard, ringing from the doors, mixed with swooshing and sizzling sounds, followed by the dust of black smoke. As it filled the engraving, I felt my energy receding, and agonising pain wracked through every pore of my body. The same thing happened when I pressed my right hand on the handprint engraving on the right-hand side and at the moment when my blood

Thersar’s POV When we reached the Macabantrah castle, no one could deny that it looked like a vast complex. Still, when Erzelus managed to open the gate of Macabantrah Castle with his blood, the magnitude of its interior appalled me. As soon as Erzelus vanished, a surge of troops of respawn demons flooded out of the castle, obscuring me from seeing more of the insides of the fortress. Kandreah was just about to unsheathe his Morningstar chthonic mace and lead the attack with vampiric Faes when tendrils of black magic mixed with zaps of amethyst electric currents rippled, nested and wrapped around him, tugging him into the castle, scattering all the warriors ahead of its way. He roared as he tried to resist and thrashed against the force which was suffocating and dragging him in, but he was soon pulled in by a mighty yank, which ended this tug-war. He was sucked in with full speed and strength to the insides of the castle. He was still fighting, roaring and resisting the pull when he

Hades POV -few weeks after the Macabantran battle-Mirra and Lana, Noosha’s ladies-in-waiting, were helping us with the bloody regalia crap to be set up. We are preparing for an urgent strategic meeting with the Council of Wengarthrian Elders to discuss the next steps regarding the war. I know that Noosha probably hates wearing a uniform more than I do. I have to wear this fugly tunic uniform of a chief commander of the Wengarthrian army. It is in the stupid signature obsidian and amethyst tones of Wengarthria. I’m one second away from pouting like a bratty child. I hate the bloody formal wear and formalities in general. I am the fucking ruler of this circus, and I should at least have some sodding say in what I am to wear while carrying out official duties. My shitty mood is skyrocketing because, in our dressing room, we are surrounded by mirrors, so wherever I look, I see myself in this ridiculous, godawful toga, being decorated with bloody regalia, looking like a sparkling giant c

“Oh, how is our precious prisoner today.” I heard the bitches voice somewhere, in the distance, outside. I just rolled my eyes and scoffed. I ignored her, the devilsbane and corpse flower injection mixture they gave me just seconds ago and continued to eat. Given that they have deprived me of my demon by suppressing his powers and abilities with injections and spells cast within the cell, I am unable to heal. I heal as a human would do, as they have disabled Ezel. They would only try to invoke him in the safety of the examination lab. And in those moments, I would be able to pick up dribs and drabs of Ezel’s energy to heal my human. This was the only reason why my human is still alive. Barely alive, but alive at least. The daily beatings I am receiving have affected my ability to hold the spoon, as most of the knuckles on my fingers are broken. So, I am holding the bowl and slurping this gloppy, unappetising mess with my broken wrists. And the pain that shoots through my broken wrists

Marcellus POVDamn, I am the fucking main lead of this circus. Shouldn’t I have some kind of plot armour or some crap like that? Each time when I opened my eyes, it was close to impossible to stay focused on the mirror of reality. And that was the goal because regardless of how shitty I look at the moment, the images projected from the mirror of reality are the most bearable ones. Ok, I see that my human is getting old with the speed of the lightning and is about to die, becoming ashes and dust very soon, but hey, the mirror of reality is still showing the least bothersome things. I should have been dead and forgotten aeons ago anyway if I wasn’t immortal. So, ageing and dying are something that doesn’t touch me at all. I have lived so long that I think it would actually give me some relief, happiness and peace. The only thing that makes dying undesirable at the moment is unresolved issues that I would leave behind me. And this is what tortures in Wengarthria are all about. Once the s