Death

Chapter 2: Death

Third Person’s POV

At the central part of the blessed land, in an open square surrounded by the burning buildings of the Blood Wolves clan, a group of men and women in luxurious attires stood in front a couple of heavily wounded individuals with indifference and greed blatantly showing in their noble and haughty faces.

The king of the Artermia Kingdom, King Regor Ark stood at the helm of the group while looking down empathetically at the fallen warriors and Priestess of the Blood Wolves Clan.

The feeling of exhilaration flowing in King Regor’s body could not be any more intoxicating as he smiled benevolently at the jade-like beauty of the Priestess in front of him.

King Regor lifted his hand to pinch the Priestess’ chin as he used his other hand to caress her soft and silky black hair. It is as if he is caressing a treasure that he could not bear to part with.

“Priestess Eva’s beauty could even rival that light of the moon. Killing such a beauty is against my conscience, so why does Priestess Eva reject this king’s offer to work together for the brand new future that our Royal Ark Clan envisions?”

The King really felt it was a pity.

The King’s voice is as gentle as the trembling morning dew, but the chilling light in his brown pupils could not hide the rotten heart hiding his ambitious thoughts.

Priestess Eva did not evade the disgusting touch of the ruler that their clan once trusted. She just looked on coldly at his actions as if looking at a jester foolishly succumbing to madness.

As the current Priestess of the Blood Wolves Clan, Eva Blood knows of every single history of their clan and the Royal Ark clan since the first generation of werewolves after the creation of Selestine.

The trust between the two clans could not be explained by mere words, but Priestess Eva could only lament of the diluted resolve of the current regime of Artemia to fall for the whispers of the devils.

Slaughtering the servants of the Moon goddess without rhyme or reason, just what do they want to do?

Priestess Eva’s eyes flashed for a second as a thought struck her. She remembered the feeling of uneasiness at the last full moon while celebrating it with the royal family of the Royal Ark clan.

At that time, the king, the crown prince and the first princess seems to be too engrossed about the stories relating to the Moon goddess and the drop of golden blood that she had given to the Blood Wolves clan.

It was the usual recollection of the past and nothing was suspicious at that time, but Priestess Eva could only deduce that their Blood Wolves Clan’s current plight might be related to those seemingly harmless inquiries.

What did they want to do with that knowledge? Priestess Eva could not guess the thoughts of the Royal Ark Clan, and the feeling of helplessness from being unable to save her clan from the killings turned her already crimson pupils into an overwhelmingly dark red color as if being doused in the blood flowing from the bodies of her clansmen.

“Why are you doing this? Do you not fear the rage of the goddess?”

Priestess Eva’s slightly quivering voice echoed amidst the crackling of the fire and the ongoing screams of the innocent Blood Wolves clansmen that are being hunted by the callous soldiers of the Royal Ark Clan.

King Regor did not answer Priestess Eva as he looked behind her to the heavily wounded main family warriors of the Blood Wolves clan. The uneasy feeling of fear and weakness while looking at the terrifying strength of the warriors of the Blood Wolves clan that could one day spell disaster to his and his family’s reign finally vanished.

King Regor could not stop the cheerful feeling of finally taking care of an itch that has been bugging him for so long.

The distrustful personality of a monarch is only a passing reason for the destruction of the Blood Wolves Clan.

King Regor’s brown eyes radiated greed and ambition as he thought of the ancient record that his son excavated from the ruins of Selestine’s first moon temple that has been buried in the passage of time.

“I am doing this for the betterment of Artemia and the rest of Selestine.” King Regor left a terrifying bruise on Priestess Eva’s chin before flinging away his hand as he turned to the wounded warriors of the Blood Wolves clan that are looking at him with eyes filled with murderous intent.

“The Blood Wolves clan has been controlling Artemia from the dark since time immemorial, and the ancestors of my Royal Ark clan might have been fooled by all of your high-sounding purpose, but I will not be chained by evil veiled as servants of the Moon goddess.”

King Regor’s serious and heroic words could not be any more ridiculous with the unstoppable smile at the corner of his lips. After this day, he will stop living in fear of being swallowed by the Blood Wolves clan, and he can also look forward to the day he could possess the treasure described in the ancient record that is connected to the mystery of the servants of the Moon goddess.

Looking forward to that day, King Regor impatiently waved his hand to his soldiers to imprison the twelve heavily wounded warrior of the Blood Wolves clan in the underground dungeon of Artemia.

King Regor did not want to waste the warriors of the Blood Wolves clan by killing them off. He will find a way to control them as puppets to be obedient protectors of his kingdom.

The soldiers followed their King’s command, and the only ones left in the bloodied and ruined square of the Blood Wolves clan is the King, Crown Prince, First Princess of the Royal Ark Clan and Priestess Eva.

King Regor exchanged glances with his son before nodding in determination.

Crown Prince Rogeus Ark did not dare to tarry as he took out a coldly shining dagger made up of black steel before walking in front of the slumped Priestess Eva.

“Take out her heart without damaging it.” King Regor commented on the side as he watched the bursting hate on Priestess Eva’s pupils with indifference.

Crown Prince Rogeus nodded as he took out the ice jade box that was especially made for this very moment. It is especially crafted to contain the heart of the Priestess which will be one of the key to unlock the treasure of the ancient record.

First Princess Regina Ark smirked in derision while looking at the otherworldly face of the Priestess of the Blood Wolves Clan. As the hailed number one beauty of the Artemia Kingdom and pursued by known leaders of many of the werewolf clans living in the kingdom, Regina have always hated the feeling of jealousy while facing the impeccable faces of Priestess Eva and Asha.

One is the current Priestess and the other is the heir. Princess Regina could only grit her teeth in hate, but she did not think a day like this would come. Knowing that the source of her jealousy would cease to exist after this day, Princess Regina felt an unprecedented rush of pleasure.

Princess Regina was about to help his older brother to gouge out the Priestess’ heart when a soldier arrived to whisper something in her ears that made her malicious eyes brighten. She did not hesitate to follow the soldier with a nod of his royal father.

And it did not take her long to arrive in a grassy slope wherein five of their soldiers are surrounding the slender and trembling figure of Asha Blood, one of the thorns in her heart.

A deranged laugh spilled out of the beautiful face of Princess Regina as she jumped down the slope with a push of her soles. As a royal blood of the Ark Clan, Princess Regina is a werewolf that could fight without losing against her own powerful royal guards.

Pinching the slender neck of a still green heir of the Priestess like Asha Blood would not even let her break a sweat.

In the current era of Selestine, its inhabitants are governing their own clans and kingdoms with the rule of the strong.

The only one who could stand as leaders and ruler of their own territories are those with unbeatable strength that could compel their subordinates to follow them with undying loyalty.

But, the Blood Wolves clan is not the same. The chosen Priestess holds the golden drop of blood of a god, the goddess of the moon, and it contains unimaginable power that changes in accordance with the uniqueness of the Priestess.

Priestess Eva Blood is a priestess of great intelligence and the gift of power given to her by the golden drop of blood is to see blurry bits and pieces of the future that could affect the balance of Selestine.

But she failed to foresee the very own destruction of her beloved clan.

A cry of anguish broke through the chaotic noises of the ruined blessed land as Crown Prince Rogeus’ dagger stabbed and cut open the chest of the remorseful Priestess.