"She is my soulmate."He said, his menacing gaze fixated on her pitiful face. He was enjoying seeing her condition but what annoyed him was her blank face and void green eyes. There was no resentment in them. Will she still not hate him after knowing he was the one who bonded her with himself through black magic? Will she still give him the same look?Why is there no hate in them?What does she hide within?Why does she not react?He just humiliated her.Exposed her to her lover.Yet...there is no resentment in those green pools.His hand under her chin, traveled to her cheek, his thumb stroking her cheek, green orbs staring right into the black ocean, not scared to see those hideous creatures inside it."Why don't...you cry?" He whispered but loud enough for her to hear. "Always trying to act strong, just give in and cry me a river already." He said, his thumb continuously caressing her cheek. She looked like she wanted to say something but her mouth was tied up.The more he stared a
"And that's why you deserve this."With her head low and eyes closed, she recalled his words which were replenished with so much resentment. She can't believe where she is now. The heart which once treasured her so much is now filled with so much hatred for her.In the end, it's the outcome of her doing.Only if she could go back...only if she could show him what was in her heart...but didn't she also betray herself? Struck her feelings away and embraced something which destroyed her, dragging him along.Which killed her dear master and his mother.She doesn't have any words to defend herself, there is no way to get out of the hole. Past cannot be recalled but wounds can bleed again.Not realizing when she dozed off, she found herself standing in a very familiar room. There was a small table in between with a buffer on its other side. Megara's eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, they were still chained and she was in the same dirty attire. She looked around and slowly start
With a long smoking pipe in his hand, Evandros stared at the man standing before him. The man was wearing a long black cloak with his face covered, only his eyes could be noticed. It was the exact man who was in the inn of the cross-sect squad. "I told you not to show up here," Evandros said, his gaze narrowed and for some reason, he was extremely agitated. "Not to show up? Why are you dragging this out so much? You need to let her escape otherwise your plan will go down the hill, dragging me along." The man said, his voice tense, holding a little harshness in his tone as well."Don't tell me what to do," Evandros said and sat up on the throne, throwing the smoke pipe away in irritation. His brows scrunched in frustration as he stood up from the throne walking towards the man who had the same height as him.He stopped in front of him."The plan will be carried out the way it was planned," Evandros said, staring into his eyes. "But I don't see the plan getting accomplished any sooner,
"I was getting bored...but then I remembered I have a thing to play with."Megara dare not look at him. She has gotten used to his harsh statements but that doesn't mean she doesn't get hurt. She might appear stoic in the face but deep down even she refutes her weeping heart.Afraid to bend down yet forced to kneel because of the guilt that rushes in her veins. In the end, she blames herself for everything. In the end, she failed to protect him instead of protecting him...she was the one who threw him into the dark ocean. But...would anyone understand what truly goes in that heart of hers? Would anyone ever listen to her? Believe her? The one who believes her is already suffering. Can anyone just believe her once? Can he listen to her again? Listen to what occurred. What she did back then...she knew it was her destruction as well as his but she was certain she would be able to protect him from the harsh world even if they didn't end up together in the end, not only she failed in h
"W...What are you doing?" She faltered in shock. Her lips parted in shock when the cold tip of the brush caressed her stomach, leaving a wet sensation of the paint behind. She looked down still in shock, he was using brown color on her skin. She looked up at him and shook her head.She was utterly confused.Why was he doing this?A gasp left her lips and she continued to shake her head. Too vulnerable to even struggle. She can't accept how weak she was at the moment. She bit her lower lip and turned her head to the left side, facing the pool, letting him paint whatever he wanted. Her eyes grazed the surface of the pool, steam was rising from it and roses were floating on the pool everywhere, so that's why his scent is mixed with the scent of roses, she thought and kept staring at the pool. She almost arched her back when she felt another cold line of brush caressing her skin, going in different directions and making her flinch, the move felt almost sensual. It was making her feel t
"That scoundrel." Zale hissed. His brows scrunched in anger as he sat on his throne. Caressing his beard with his fingertips he stared at the huge door of the hall. The masters of the Sect sat on either side of him, in their respective positions."News was sent by them through the spirit eagle." Master Shin said, gripping a small piece of paper in his hand. "They will take action tonight." Shin continued and looked at Zale. A furious scowl plastered on his wrinkled yet handsome face."That's good. They must save their master." Zale said and restlessly stood up from the throne. "And if they fail, will there be a war?" Shin asked and Zale halted. The battle was a big thing. It will not only disadvantage the martial arts world but will also deplete lots of innocent lives who have nothing to do with this world."No...No war." Shin, who was eyeing his partner with a sharp gaze and tense stance, relaxed as soon as he heard Zale's words. His shoulders relaxed and his hazel eyes softened. "
The strong scent of liquor filled the room. With a deadpan face sat Evandros on his throne. His hand resting on the edge of the armrest, his nails gripping the lion's face carved on it. "Why didn't you inform me about her disciples coming to her rescue as well?" He asked, the man standing in front of him arched a brow at Evan. "I'm certain, I informed you about it. Perhaps, you weren't attentive." The man said and Evan scowled at him through his lashes."Anyways, you said they will evade together so they will evade. They are still here, they haven't vacated the clan. They are waiting for the right moment to take Megara with them. Do you want us to resist their activities or let it be?" The man raised a question and Evandros gnawed on his lower lips before finally deciding."Resist but make sure they escape with her. Tighten the patrol in the dungeon, that Evenor is a clever one. He might sense us not taking action." Evan declared and the man nodded. He summoned his talking spiritual
"Mission after mission...they won't even let us rest..." Evan said with a slight pout but his pout soon changed into a handsome smile when his gaze darted toward the girl beside him. "But at least it's you with me." He let out, his smile widening as he completely turned his face towards Megara. Megara kept her face straight, not sparing him a glance as she continued to walk with her sword in her hand.The moon was up and the breeze was frigid in the grove. They can even hear wolves bellowing from afar. The town near the forest has been suffering from different phenomena for over a month now. Their people are dying without any exact reason, with no wounds and no other medical issues. Not only that, they have seen creatures lurking in the town at night. So many people perished and then some weird things lurked in the town. This certainly is a work of a demon who resides in this grove. "Stay focused," Megara said in a stern tone. If she goes slightly soft with him, he will start flirt