~Devil May Care-2~

King Nicholas.

Cont'd.

We arrived at my study room, filling the space with laughter and chit-chatting. The door creaks as Lucas opened it and bowed. "Sire."

I laugh. "Ha-ha. Wanker." In a split second, I head towards the bar and prepare us another Tainted drink. 

Pouring him a drink, passing him the cup, I grin. "You must be exhausted."

.

"And you must be inevitably curious to know how I killed all those Harlows." Spills Lucas as he takes a long gulp. 

"Ah, you caught me." I laugh and Lucas joined in. 

As our laughter dwindle, he states. "Like any of those vermin bitches, they resorted to stealth. They ambushed the ship, wanting to sink us but you know the extent of my powers, brother. It'll take thousands of them to weaken a fraction of my dark soul." 

His words sow seeds of delight into every fiber of my being. "Alluring. Your monster or bivatar?"

"We both know I love to use my bending skills more, so yes I fought more with Bivatar. My clean, blood-stained free shirt assures that. I'm not like you, brother, who loves to be uncultured. My monster was rather kept at bay." He's right. In such a case, I would have gone rampage on them but Lucas is known for his watchful and precise personality. He will not become a raging monster except need be. 

I go to sit on the leather chair. "I've contacted every royals, especially the other Lords. In that case, I want you to help Felix out with his task." Lucas huffs. "What? You seem genuinely interested in this year's slave's auctioning."

"I am simply not."

"Plus, we know Felix wouldn't pay attention to the increasing number of Harlows across the continents. Someone needs to remind him to be ready." My words collide with his.

His fingers are dancing around the edge of the cup as he questions me. "And what will you be doing?"

"Preparing to set a meeting with all my Lords, you and Felix included. Oh, talk about Lords, Lorenzo plans to come to the Referendarius here. Says he'd like to pick his pet from here."

"All the way from Asia? Oh, I'm flattered." Mentions Lucas in an amusing tone. 

I cackle softly in response and he sighs right before he glances towards the exit. "Well then, I'll leave our young dragon to you then." 

"What?" I pause, my brain instantly realising what he means. The girl he brought earlier... is she the young dragon? "The human?" I ask and he nods sharply. "Wait, is she the gift?" 

Oh, humour me!

"What do you think, brother?" Someone tell me it's the end of the world like the humans do believe?

Lucas leaves me with a wink before he disappears behind the door and I had infiltrated his mind. I needed to read his head, to know what exactly interests him in that poor little girl.

My train of thoughts hasn't wheeled off to far when one of my Lieutenants knocked at my mind. "Yes, Griffin."

"Rex meus, it's Lilith. We've tried all tactics on her but she wouldn't bulge, speak, or fight back. She's like a living dead." 

Oh, speak about that spine-chilling snake. She was captured over two decades ago, found fighting outside the gate with my men. For some reason, I believed she wanted my attention. She never fought back when I defeated her and never tried to escape when locked in her cage. 

Her silence is mysterious. Everything about her is mysterious. And it's insane how I could control her, as though she submitted herself to me, however, I have a feeling she's very powerful. She is neither a human nor a Viatore. She is something more. 

"She remains weak and pretending, right?"

"Correct, sire. She utters no word." Answers Griffin. An idea pops in my head all of a sudden. 

"Yes, marvelous. A cage which will hold a prey and a predator. The situation tickles my cock." Whispers my monster internally. And truly, I could feel my pants getting tight. 

Something about that human girl leaves me peculiar as well as something about my Lilith. Playing a game that involves them both wouldn't be so bad truly.

"Go to Lucas' chambers, Griffin. There's a human girl there. Throw her in the cage and set a camera that's connected to my screen here in my study room." As Griffin goes to execute my order, ending the mind link, I snicker so hard that my shoulders adds to the effect. After all, she is mine. My gift.

Oh, what a time to be perilous.

A day ago.

King Damon Adrian.

"Oh, fuck off!" Astonished, I shout. 

A scenic of my Lilith on top of Griffin, struggling to take his head off, and the human girl watching the scene horrifically. Her heartbeat are hammering so hard that I can hear them from here. 

The game proves exhilarating. Like I had read in Lucas's mine, the hotheaded human girl has a knack for getting supernatural beings angry, and she did it yet again.

Any other day, I would be grinning hard at a terrified human but instead, my spine turns cold when my Lilith runs after her. The event of watching her fretful image offends and scares my monster. 

Not a second longer, the air around me swooshes, howling with dust behind me as I speed inhumanely. My heart is beating for the first time in centuries, and it's from fear. I remember the sensation—unmistakenly familiar. The fear from which rancor arises. And all that, for a fucking little human pet. For my Emit.

A pause. A shock. Frozen to the foundation of my existence. I collide into her, taking a sharp sniff of her dark blonde hair. And when she turned to face me, my monster, bivatar, and myself felt the intoxicating tingles. Vigorous and radiant. 

"Rosalyn, get away from him." That was my Lilith's final draw. 

My head was kept in a haze throughout my fight with my Lilith and when I had her on her knees, I invade her mind, barging into that little mental room of hers. 

"I have no idea how you knew her name or what you have come here for, but I am now far more interested." I speak without actually speaking. 

We are communicating mentally.

"King Nicholas, you have no idea what's to come."

"And you have no idea who I am, my Lilith. Whatever it is you know about my Emit, I'll get it out of you." I haven't finished speaking when she chimed in with a chuckle. 

"The wheel has already been set in motion. Even as powerful as you are, you cannot control the journal of fate—"

"Motherfucker." I mutter as I twist her neck, crushing the bones with heavy air enough to put her in a deep slumber. 

Of course, my Emit is beyond shocked so I commanded her to sleep. "Naive but special." Before she could fall, I ran her to my chambers. 

Today, she did a perfect job for me and for that, I'll be keeping her. On the contrary, deep in my mind, I know there's more to this new intention of wanting to keep Lucas' gift. 

The strange creature I had locked for two decades knows her, Lucas is quite interested in her for unknown reasons, and my barbaric part of me is attracted to her presence. 

"This feeling...my heart." My lips move weakly as my hand grasps my left chest. 

Soon, I'm lost within my thoughts again and that alarms me of one thing: I need to leave this room instantly. A fucking human pet is doing this to me. How ironic. 

Utilising the air, I exit my room only to appear in the wilderness behind the Kingdom. "What?" I look around with widened eyes.

Realisation dawn on me and I drop my head, my eyes fixated to the dried leaves on the ground. My monster wanted me here, where lies a private building of mine. It holds my darkest memories—the hate that made me succumb to the curse, earning its powers. 

I raise my head in the direction of the building and begin to walk near it. Well, I guess it's another time to visit my past and feel the motherfucking pain all over again.