The weather was colder than yesterday.The wind was slapping extra harshly against the thousands of armor.The heavy clouds protected the sun so the ground dimmed in the darkness surrounding them.Before them stood humans, looking ever so petite against vampires. They were huge in quantity but Sasha already knew who was triumphing, everyone among them did and that was why she just couldn't stop staring at the opponent with pity.Her hair danced in the air but her face remained concealed. Ragnar stood far from her sight, right in the middle of the front line beside him was his left hand but his Right hand remained out of sight.He must be purging in the kingdom that was gifted to him for toying.With a heavy heart, her eyes bounced between her brother and her husband before they traveled towards the witch. Unfortunately, she survived the choking session yesterday but this time either she was going to hell today or that witch.She tried to swallow the lump that was clogging her throat f
"R-Ragnar" Her throat closed upon seeing the sight in front of her. Never did she think she would have to witness such a sight where Ragnar was the one at the end of the blade. Her feet stayed frozen on the spot, her head felt heavier than ever and she just couldn't comprehend the scenery before her.She struggled to breathe.That poison one slash had an immortal vampire on the ground yet this one was piercing his chest like the most painful embrace.Every other vampire paused upon witnessing the most unpredictable situation ever. They tried to walk up to them but their way was blocked by Scorpions and Walton's guard and then another war began.The newly fresh blood once again kissed the ground, many mortals and a few immortals embraced the darkness and fell into nothingness.Sasha forced her feet to move just like Ragnar forced the blade out of his chest as he stumbled back while holding onto his chest. His expressions remained neutral, almost blank...too blank. Her lips trembled wh
"Sasha..." Everything had stilled around him, the voices had turned hazy and everything was blurry except her. He stared at his fierce blade with which he took many lives piercing his Sasha, foisting unbearable pain on her. He shook his head and fell on his knees right in front of her."You...w-weren't supposed to be here. This wasn't m-meant for you." Sasha who was on the verge of falling into nothingness slowly blinked at Ragnar. A small smile kissed her blooded lips, barely reaching her hollow eyes.His eyes turned bloody red as he shook his head, looking down at his sword that was still inside her. "No, No...Fuck." His trembling hands landed on her stomach where his sword was piercing her.This was not Ragnar.This was a vulnerable lover.The lover who never had his happy ending."My love..." He whispered under his shaky breath, the sword that was inside her was inflicting great pain on her but he feared that if he took it out of her, it would kill her more, make her scream in yet
The black flames oozing out of him were enough to tell the tale of chaos within him.He was dying, burning in the flames of distress.He needed his Sasha and there was no way back.He slowly raised his head, his stare fixated right on Rayla. She visibly flinched and began to take steps backward, getting ready for a run to save her life. "Get ready to pay." He growled like a wounded beast. Gently making his Sasha lay on the ground he slowly raised to his full height. She wasted no second to turn around and run as a spell left her lips in a barely whole word. Her lips shivered and her feet felt like they were on the verge of giving up.She knew if he got her, she would perish.Everything went according to the plan but the outcome was not what she expected it to be. She expected him to blame his good-for-nothing lover like he did back then but this time he saw right through her games.Indeed Makaria was right. He was not what he used to be.No one would be the same after all those deca
(SASHA POV) It was painful.Unbearably painful.All I could feel was pain and all I could hear was him until that also vanished and I felt myself completely drowned in a black water, where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't see yet the pain in the form of suffocation embraced me ever so tightly.So this was the end.I always wanted this.I always wanted to meet death whenever I was near him.Being in his vicinity made me obsessed with the thought of my own end.But...upon finally meeting my end, I realized that I didn't want this.I wanted to live.I wanted to see him destroy me more.Yes, I had finally gone insane and even the thought of it did not trigger the long-due fear in me.The chances of meeting him always terrified me but there was something else along with it. Excitement...looking forward to how low he could fall just so he could destroy me more in his own sick mind of an insane lover.But that was it.This was the end.End for the betterment.And just like th
SASHA POV.Everyone I ever met had played the crucial villain role in my story. And my existence was the beginning of it all.Just once I thought I had a grasp of my past only to find out I was nowhere near it.Staring at the woman in utter shock, I took a step away from her unconsciously. "You...w-who are you?" I asked, my gaze fixated between Grace and the woman beside me. "I am her mother and my name is Makaria, the goddess of death." She declared and yet another bulldozer of shocking news fell on me, leaving me a mess within. "Makaria? If you're Makaria then who is that?" I asked, pointing at the Makaria I knew."Her name is Leona.""Does that mean she is not the real Makaria?" I asked, my eyes were hurting at this point because the way they were widening from time to time seemed like I was on a mission to have them out of my sockets."The woman in the current world is Makaria. Makaria is not only a name. It belongs to the queen of witches. When I died she took my position, gain
Grace ruined their love.These words...I never thought I would hear them.No wonder why Rayla hated me so much.I took someone extremely dear to her.Words wouldn't spill out of my parted lips, my wide eyes wouldn't spare him as he walked towards me. My mind was numb yet those thoughts wouldn't stop creating chaos.What mayhem have I created?"W-Why?" I could barely let the word out. It felt like my breath was stuck within. "Because of me," Makaria said and quickly grabbed my shoulder once she noticed my face going pale. "Breath lady. You have just started this journey. There is worse to come." Makaria massaged my back and I wheezed. I was trying but I couldn't breathe. Upon seeing me struggling Makaria pressed her two fingers on my back and the breath flowed in my lungs like a puke that leaves the mouth of a drunk."You need to get a grip on yourself." She said with concern. I nodded at her and looked up at Ragnar as he walked past me. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the comforti
THE KING'S DARK OBSESSION What is it like when a bored yet malicious soul finds something new to feed on?Catastrophic.A powerful one could have the vision of conquering something.It could either be a kingdom to rule on.A thing to add to their possessions.Or a person to prey on.A single blow against them either had them rattling down on the floor or prowling for their enemies with intensity and madness that was never seen in them before.Is it the pride that was hurt?Or just revenge?Nonetheless, once the enemies are under the claws, life becomes pretty boring and one becomes aimless.A beast dying to hunt comes across a wounded butterfly, one blow from him and it'd be nothing. Yet it flutters away with those broken wings and is so hard to hold onto. A new adventure for him.A disaster for her...Raking a hand through his long dark silver hair, he gazed at her with his orbs that resembled the moon yet they weren't gentle or generous enough to shine upon you. Eyes of a predator