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{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Ten ~ ]I didn’t kill myself.For some reason, I hadn’t felt like doing it anymore after Anika’s narration but it didn’t mean I didn’t feel wretched. It didn’t mean I wasn’t still emotionally broken. And as for Anika, I had sent her away— After I had heard her narration, I had still sent her away. She had wanted me to forgive her but I just couldn’t. I was still very angry at her. I still felt like I hated her. Story or no story, she had landed me in this predicament, and even though it wasn’t her intention, I was still very mad at her. I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive her.“I’ll go and tell Prince Landon the truth.” She had said before she left and even though it had sounded like a relief, I didn’t feel relieved.I didn’t feel relieved because I knew she wasn’t going to achieve anything with that plan of hers. Ivanka was the one involved in this cascade of torture so I knew Anika’s attempt would be a vain one. But then I didn’t stop her. I didn’t care i
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]Morning came and met me in my foul mood.I hadn’t slept.I hadn’t slept because I couldn’t do so with all the hate I was now carrying in my heart.I still wondered if the Hencher Mistress was okay but then I wasn’t sad about it anymore. Every sadness I felt was being translated into anger and resentment… and I didn’t mind. I was seated on the floor now and glaring in the direction the vile bunch would come from. I wanted them to come and get today’s torture over with so I was somewhat anticipating them, but then I didn’t see them for several moments. Soon my attention was diverted from waiting for them to looking at my body.— Some of my wounds were healing and I had scars forming now. I could see scars of random I’s, R’s, and S’s.. which stood for Ivanka, Ruika, and Sam— Dolores’ children.She had scourged me with these marks and wounds the other day as her own form of punishment and now, the wounds were healing and turning into a reminder that th
{Ciril’s POV}[ ~ Day Thirteen ~ ]“I need you to eat because you’re going to need your strength for tomorrow…”What do you mean?What is happening tomorrow?These were the questions I had asked Princess Anne following her weird statement… and these were the questions she had ignored. She had left me without attempting to answer any of them but then had also left me with a confusing line as usual. “You will either lose your life or someone else’s...” She had said as she left and I had stared at her until she was out of sight.I didn’t bother to ask her what she meant by that sentence because it didn’t matter to me. I was going to die tomorrow and be free of this world and its tortures so I didn’t have anything to do with her and her fatefully confusing words anymore.I was only grateful for the food— I was really grateful. The food had been the best thing that had happened to me since all these torture episodes started and I was thankful that Princess Anne’s crazy mind had led her to
Ciril’s POV}The Hencher Mistress has cleaned my wounds and helped me clean the vast floor of the Hall just like she had said she would.She had to run away into hiding a couple of times to evade the guards who had come to check up on me but then she had helped me, not leaving until what was left was a small portion to clean.I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand why she cared so much about me. I had asked her why but then her reason hadn’t done justice to how she acted towards me.I’m lovable?Lovable my foot! I’m miserable. I’m miserable to the max and yet she still cares so much about me. I really didn’t understand how or why. She was gone now and I was wrapping up— cleaning the remaining portion of the ground. She had told me that Anika had been seen being seized and taken away by some warriors earlier and so I was thinking about that now.Anika had said she would try to reveal the truth about everything that had happened in the Dinner hall that day and I had mentally doubted
{Ciril’s POV}“Come with me.”Prince Landon had appeared from nowhere and had told me to come with him so now I was trailing behind him and Dylan without any clue as to where they were taking me. General Dylan looked specifically elated while Prince Landon looked aggrieved, and these were the only clues I had to work with.I wanted to ask Prince Landon where he was taking me but then I didn’t even want to speak to him so I kept my curiosity to myself. I was that hateful of him. We left the Palace grounds to the common grounds where my curiosity was inclined to the max. General Dylan turned back at one instance to smirk at me and this made me even more confused.What were we doing in the Common Grounds?We were trailing through the ground villages and I looked left and right, wondering what could possibly make them bring me here. The local people were both happy and angry to see our group.Elucidation: Happy to see Prince Landon.And angry to see me.They looked like they wanted to t
{Ciril’s POV}It was noontime.And I was surrounded by darkness.— sweating and clothed in poop.I was back at the Dungeons and I stinked. I stinked badly and had a foul look on my face, but then the stench of the dung wasn’t the reason for my foul mood. My foul look was brought about by the realization that today had brought upon me.What Prince Landon had done to me had broken me in so many ways. What he had done to me had killed whatever sell-worth I had left in me and for this I loathed him. He was on the list now and in truth and at this moment, I wanted to kill him more than I wanted to kill anyone else on that list. I wanted to yell curse words at him while I stabbed him so many times in his face and chest with a knife.— I wouldn’t hesitate by even the slightest bit if I was given the chance to do this.Yeah. That’s how much I hate him now. I had found the ring. After almost an hour, I had found the damn thing but not until poop had almost diffused through my skin.People
{Ciril’s POV}I was outside the Revel Hall like they said I would be.And I was tied there to the post as they said I would be.But then as an added compliment, I was stripped naked. Every worker or servant who passed by now seemed to have fun with their eyes and talk about my body and appearance before leaving.It was still the early hours of the day so the Reignile people hadn’t started coming yet. From what I had heard, the Guirgon full moon visits a few hours before midnight which meant that the people of the Reigns who had been invited would begin coming in during the evening.And so I was left out there in the open for the sun to dry and make harder the fecal matter that was on my body and for the wind to blow specks of dust into my eyes.I saw some of the maids and slaves I used to work with back then when I wasn’t tagged as the Kingslayer yet. I saw some of them pass by and gaze at me with clear disdain and irritation on their faces.Normally, this would break me but now, I di
{Ciril’s POV}“Just hang in there for a little more time.”The Hencher Mistress had said and left me with those words. But then she had stopped at a short distance away and chipped in a line.“I’ll be back.” She had added and now, she was gone.She was gone… and I needed her. I needed her to be here because I had grown scared.— scared of dying. Yeah…The people’s ridiculing words had broken through my defenses and made me gloomy and vulnerable. And now that I was thinking of how close I was to the hour of my death, I was scared. And it was made worse by the fact that Taka had told me how everyone would be competing to be the one to take off my head after the Guigon moon’s arrival. Hence, I needed the only friend I had left, the Hencher mistress, here with me but then because of how she had been acting and the statement she had made, I hadn’t been able to tell her.“Just hang in there for a little more time.” I repeated the words now and then tears glossed up my eyes as realizatio
{Ciril’s POV} I stared at Ivanka as she growled furiously at me.Once upon a time, her growling or the sound of her voice used to be intimidating and scary to me, but now, if I’m being honest, it was funny.Oh, and she looked stupid.I remember the time she used to smack me in the face for the little inconsequential things I would do… so I decided to start with that now.The Alpha Queen was still watching us stare at each other, and after a moment, Ivanka lunged at me. She meant business. The force with which she stormed at me revealed her determination, but that word meant nothing out here. It meant nothing on me.I timely shifted out of the way just as her claws came for my face, and then I slapped her on the back of her head so that she staggered forward.I shifted back a little while she turned to growl at me now. “You Wretch!” She bawled in anger as she rushed at me again. She swung two swift blows at my face, and I decided to stop playing around, so I blocked both blows with
{Ciril’s POV} With the Alpha Queen’s voice, My mother shot up to her feet but then she staggered and threatened to fall so that I timely held her.I helped her balance herself and stared at her to see if she was okay but then she wasn’t looking back at me. She had her gaze directed down the path before us, the path where we had chained the Alpha Queen and Ivanka— and kept Balif. I didn’t bother chaining Balif because he was l maimed to the extent that he couldn’t escape. My mother had her gaze in that direction and she looked alarmed and frightened. I started to stroke her back gently.“Mum.” I said. “You’re okay. There’s nothing to worry about. They are restrained and under control.” I told her comfortingly but my words didn’t seem to calm her down. “You.. you captured them?” She muttered now. “Yes. I did. You are properly safe, mum— It’s them that should be panicking.” I said now but she kept staring in that tense manner.“You captured h-her— it’s really her…” she muttered and I
{Ciril’s POV} The air was calm. I was holding my mother in my arms..I was staring into her eyes..And then we were both shedding tears, making this the best feeling or moment in the entire world.I felt this heavy sense of relief upon me that she was finally here with me, that she wasn’t dead— that I hadn’t been too late in my attempt to save her. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself had it been otherwise.She had her hand on the sides of my face and it felt like the most warming gesture ever… and the way she stared at me?I felt like I was made of gold because she was staring very lovingly so that I could see compassion in her every gesture. Seeing her shed more tears broke me so I attempted to make her stop. “Mum. It’s enough… you can stop crying now.” I said, trying to wipe her tears from beneath her eyes even though it was an overwhelming attempt as her tears were more than my hand swipes could handle. But now, she shook her head in refusal to stop crying and then sh
{Ciril’s POV} “Mother.” I shot up to my feet and the word left my mouth even before I could even think of saying it. I immediately shifted close to her and with my sudden motion, the others gathered around.I was breathing heavily now.I was sure I saw something— or at least I hoped I truly did.I stared at her eyelids for a moment and that time continued to stretch as I kept staring and waiting for something to happen. — waiting to get a confirmation of what I thought I had seen. Kiba and Kora were still licking her fingers and face respectively and I watched intensely, not trying to stop them or interfere.After a moment, tears glossed my eyes as I was beginning to realize that the fluttering I had seen was just something my mind created out of my intense hope, but then… just as I was about to claim disappointment and intense melancholy, I heard Clord’s voice.“Her eyelids twitched.” He voiced and I shook my head in rejection. “They didn’t…” I muttered in my despair. “No, Ciri
{Ciril’s POV} People had been dying around me, but then I had no other choice than to escape. I had to save the people I cared about— the people that mattered to me.Plus I had been holding my mother in my arms, someone who was barely breathing so there had been nothing else that was more important to me than her life.We had raced towards the north gates of the Palace and I had gone into Celestial State after handing my mother to Feryt for her to carry. I had done this so that I could break down the gates that were never open.I ended up breaking through the thick Palace walls as brick was easier to punch through than metal. So I successfully created a path and we all escaped, but not before I had killed a fair number of Ferals that had sniffed us out. Afterwards, I had sent the group running and had stayed back to make sure no Feral would follow us. Fortunately for me, the Ferals around that axis weren’t that many so I was done dismantling them in little time, but then I remembe
{Landon’s POV} I couldn’t rip my attention away from the fact that I had just seen her. That I had been standing so close to her.She was gone now and we were currently surrounded by doom in the form of fierce and breathing dead bodies. They were storming the Palace and tearing it down and still my mind was ruminating over Ciril. She had been so fearless— so majestic and I just couldn’t stop thinking about her and the things she had done here today. I sound crazy. She had killed a lot of my warriors today. Heck, she took my mother away but then I wasn’t angered by that. I was only hurt.— hurt because I couldn’t have done anything to make a difference— hurt because I truly deserved all that had happened. I had tried to apologize to her but then she had made it strictly clear that she didn’t want to hear any of that. She had made it clear that she wanted to kill me instead— and I had seen it on her face that she had meant it.That she had truly wanted to kill me. It was hurtful
{Ciril’s POV} I was the first one to see them because I had gone into the Celestial State and my sense of vision had been heightened. But about some seconds later, I didn’t need the sense of the Celestial State to see them— Everyone could see them now and realize that a huge wave of Ferals was the cause of the earth's trembling.But even with the realization and the dread that claimed us, we were all frozen. Our feet were glued to the ground and we remained staring like that because we were stunned.The Ferals weren’t coming from just one direction.They were coming from every direction— racing towards the Palace in wildness and brutality, giving no room for the slightest hint of sanity.I could already hear screams of the inhabitants around filling the air and Landon’s men were equally befuddled as they were all panicking and contemplating their next move. No one was on their knees again. My heart was beating fast and I was struck with the highest measure of confusion and shock.
{Ciril’s POV} My guise switched at once.If I wasn’t furious before, I was furious now. Landon was walking towards me with an army behind him and all I could think of was ‘kill’‘Scourge’‘Rip apart.’I had no other longing. My growling grew louder as he got closer and Feryt and the others joined me in readiness since they knew I was preparing to attack. Landon should be crawling on the ground before me— shedding blood and tears after all he has done to me.My countenance became more fierce now and I was heaving furious in my pending attempt, but just as I was about to storm at him, he raised his hands slowly in the air and halted.“Ciril.” He said my name.He said my name and I was momentarily distracted by the sound of it as his voice and intonation sounded like how he used to regard me calmly once upon a time. And so, my scowling disappeared for a moment but then when it returned, it came with an aggressive pump of energy.I trudged up to Landon with ready claws in order to wip
{Ciril’s POV} [TRIGGER WARNING: This Chapter might be a bit too violent and Gory… maybe.]The night was here and the crescent moon lit up the skies— along with the fairly numerous Palace lights.The wind was in the air and there were random cries of agony being heard. And I felt good.I had three hands with me instead of two and it felt amazing. Dolores's hand was in my grip and I stared at her now as she cried in pain. It felt so satisfying knowing that I was with the body part she once-upon-a-time used to smack me, pull my hair, punch me in the face, and so on.Just this body part— her hand, had caused me so much pain and tears at nights when I would go to bed bleeding, and now I looked at it with such amusement seeing that it had been this fragile all along.“You’ll.. you’ll suffer for this!” Ivanka yelled at my face now as she poured out heavy pants before me. I took my gaze off Dolores’s hand and looked at her.“You’ll pay if you hurt her or me!” Her voice came out even louder a