Heart Of Stone - Episode 43&44

 

HEART OF STONE

Heart Of Stone - Episode 43&44

 (..Sold•To•The•Pit•Of•Hell..)

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By: Naomi Cindy B.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Shayla's heart sank when she saw a white stuff leaking out of his c+vk.

She might not know what it means, but she knows it's not good. If she gets forced to take that into her mouth, she'd fall sick. 

She doesn't want to have contact with that thing even in the slightest way ever.

The sting coming from her scalp nearly ran her mad as Prince Dyke shoved her without mercy again.

His c+ck was just an inch away from entering her mouth when another presence entered.

It's the king of Eclypseria himself—Prince Dyke's father, looking as lustful as his son, if not more.

The moment he set eyes on her, he dropped the bottle of alcohol with him for a guard, and he rushed closer

"Father?" Prince Dyke suspended his c+ck, smiling at his supportive father.

"Been a while since you brought something like this." The King murmured, his craving eyes not dropping from the kneeling female.

Shayla has stopped the tears already, but she's hiccuping, and she still looks half-traumatized.

"Something like this?" Prince Dyke laughed, standing beside his father. "You mean slim and clean?"

"I mean slim, clean and innocent-looking. You know I have a kink for those three combos." The King replied, gradually smiling.

"So what? You have plans?" Prince Dyke faced him. "I heard she's the popular ruthless demigod's partner"

"You mean Ryker Morozov? The bastard who slaughtered how many people again? How were you able to get his partner out of Luminaria?" The King asked, looking impressed.

"I'm your son, father. Trust that I have my feats too. I'd love to see just how ruthless he is, maybe he'll really be able to break the thousand year old stranger-restricting barrier of this palace." Prince Dyke sighed, his eyes falling back on Shayla on the ground.

"Alright," the king cleared his throat. "Take her back inside, there'll be a strip banquet at 10, she'll be the main strip object. After that, there'll be a public orgie show too, featuring I had my son and her. I'll take her from the front, Dyke will thrust from the back. In one word, we're ruining her beyond repair. Get your eyes ready, you're about to witness a one-of-it's-kind banquet." 

"Take her into the corner room, keep the door locked tight." Prince Dyke ordered.

Guards came for Shayla, lifting her off the ground from each side. Her small struggles were tantamount to nothing, she was helpless till she was thrown into the corner room.

After the door was locked, she used the first one minute to study the room.

There's no electric lightning like the room she woke up in. The only light in this room is coming from a burning fire in the middle of the room. It looks like a holding room for sinner servants, and it stinks.

Shayla stood, and her hands went to the door, slamming as if she could break it.

She was controlling the sniffles from her nose as she threw her body at the door repeatedly, and as she did, her back flared up with sudden pains she can't explain.

Her hands fell away from the door, the corner of her eyes throbbed with the sting, stretching to her whole body but mostly concentrating on her back. It didn't stop slashing her back.

It's like wildfire is burning in the middle of her back, or like wild animals are feasting on her.

She kept the pains inside.

She really, tried to keep it, but as she watched the burning fire in the corner of the room, the pain got unbearable, breaking through her endurance.

She cried out, rubbing her back on the door till it bled, staining her pink robe with redness.

She was gnashing her teeth, pressing her fingertips on her skin as the pains settled deeper, burning her.

She cried out again, going on her shaky knees.

She brought her arm to her mouth, attaching her teeth to it.

She began biting herself to reduce the pain, and her hot tears fell on her skin.

It's better to get beaten with the broomstick.

It's better to break stones at the slaves labor camp.

It's better to go back to the dark room cage.

Everything is better than this hellish pain that's about to split her into two.

Only one face is appearing in her head even through the pains.

She could see it clearly in her skull, and she's wondering if he'll come for her again. If he'll come fast and get her from this hellhole.

She attached her teeth to her arm again, biting herself repeatedly as the fire went blur in her peripheral.

--

[Outsiders Prison]

Blaise's palm met his own skin with a smack. He got rid of the mosquito biting him, and he stirred on the straw he's laying on.

For the second time, his palm met with his skin, killing the second mosquito.

"Who are these bloodsuckers? Geez." He muttered, feeling the rough irregularities on his skin from the straw beneath him.

He touched with his fingers, and his eyes opened fast. 

He sat up to see he's really sleeping on dry straws in the Eclypseria palace prison.

Xena and Faye are both beside him, they're both awake too, both staring at him with unreadable eyes.

"What is going on? This isn't a prison, is it?" He spranged up.

"What does it look like? A suite? A manor?" Faye scoffed.

"How long have you both been awake? You guys should have tapped me awake!" He talked again, all while still facing Faye.

"If we had tapped you awake, would you have proffered a solution to this problem we're in?" Faye frankly said.

"Please, Blaise. Just sleep back, consider this a vacation."

"Vacation? In this godawful place? Yunno you have no right to act like the almighty now, right? You suggested this rubbish, and when I went against it, you called me a coward and dragged us here, now look... we're on a prison vacation! I've never been in a prison all my life! Even when I was arrested at the East Palace, I was in a pit, not a prison!" He yelled.

"And?" Faye yawned.

"And?" Blaise stepped into her space to grab her by the jacket. He locked her neck.

"Did you just say and? Are you serious? I'm Blaise Spectre, prison should be one of the places I shouldn't even step the threshold!"

Faye pushed him off, dusting away her jacket as if he's a plaque.

"I suggested to come cos I wanted to help you and your mother get on the demigod's side, so stop trying to guilt-trip me!" She shouted.

Blaise nearly grabbed her jacket again, but Xena quickly stood from the ground and got between them.

"Seriously? Is this how you both behave at the West Palace always?" She cautioned.

Faye sat back on the floor, Blaise held the prison bars, pulling at it.

"Don't try to use strength, it's useless. We can't use our powers in here." Xena said.

Blaise faced them, looking more terrified.

"What!"

"I can't summon animals, Faye can't scale out, and you..." Xena sighed. "Your hair has changed to dark."

"What!!" Blaise touched his hair in shock.

"We only have one saving option right now,that's if the demigod comes at all." Faye said from the ground.

Xena looked ahead the bars, smiling a little as she inhaled the palace aura.

"I wonder what they're currently doing to Shay" she mumbled.

--

[Luminaria, East Palace]

One slap from Azura made Lilith fall on her knees at the wide lobby. It echoed through the walls, and Lilith held her cheek.

"Your mark won't work on Shayla cos she's a demigoddess, accepted, so explain! Explain why it won't work on Pearl too! And be careful with your answer, cos it determines if I'll cancel your wedding or not!" Azura demanded.

Desperately, Lilith looked up.

"It wasn't my fault! I don't know her identity but she's surely something! Mercury casted her soul out to a pig too, but it also didn't work!"

"What did you just say?" Azura sat.

"Call Mercury Vega, she's the twins bestie, the soul shifter. Ask her and she'd explain! We were both left in shock too." Lilith replied.

Azura went mute, fingers digging into the armrest of her chair.

"I'm certain about one thing though, my death mark won't work on people who hold the god energy, people who're divine objects, or people who possess the deity energy. She's one of the three." Lilith said.

Azura looked at her confusedly.

"How could Pearl possibly be any of the three! She was born blind, cursed!"

"Sometimes, the cursed people turn out to be the luckiest." Lilith smiled, standing up.

"My wedding preparations should better remain in process till weekend, and also...you know I can't be killed too. Kill a banshee, and your sleep gets inhabited by screaming nightmares for life, so handle me with care." She said and skipped out of the lobby.

Azura still sat there, drowning in the pool of her own thoughts till Zeke entered.

"What got my wife's panty in a twist?" He asked, settling beside her.

"Pearl...she came back with good eyes and strange abilities." Azura replied flat, slowly looking up to meet his eyes.

"What!" Zeke frowned.

"Where have you been since yesterday? You didn't drop a message as to where. I poisoned the pool with the old chef's tears like you asked, and I had to heal the fool with my own energy throughout last night. Where did you hang at?" Azura queried.

"I was with Sadie at the school treatment haven." Zeke touched her ear, stroking.

"What do you mean treatment haven? What happened to my baby?"

"She got battered, and her wounds aren't healing." Zeke said.

"What?!" Azura spranged up. "And you couldn't call to tell me? You're so annoying for that! Gosh, Sadie!" 

Azura rushed out of the lobby, and Zeke placed his elbows on his laps, smiling while brushing his tongue on his mouth walk.

His smile left his face when he remembered what Azura said about Pearl.

"Things look like they're about to get a lot better. My last daughter suddenly came back powerful?" He grinned, going up the staircase.

--

[Jude's Room]

Warm gentle scent wrapped around the air suddenly as Jude meditated on the bed.

He opened his eyes, got down from the bed and expected the entry of Shayla, but it was Pearl instead.

She's wearing newly tailored black dress, flowing lightly with her black makeup and accessories. She's a goth girl just like Sadie.

"You're crazier than I thought, you actually found a perfume that smells like Shayla?" Jude said, wide mouthed.

"Your nose recognizes it, that just means I'm on point. I ordered the warehouse to make me the spray last night, and luckily, it's ready." Pearl smiled, taking her seat on his bed.

"You won't smell Shayla from afar like your perfume. Shayla's fragrance is softer, not as choky as this, so tune it down, you're not her." Jude glared.

"Of course I'm not her, I just wanted to smell like her, and I don't care if it's more choky, I achieved my aim anyways, she's the last person I'd ever wanna be like." Pearl warned.

"Who are you exactly?" Jude asked, getting closer.

"Someone who's aware that Shayla is yours in the future, and the demigod is mine." Pearl smiled, standing from the bed.

She blew out the candle beside the bedstand, swallowing the smokes that erupted after.

"What are you even saying?" Jude frowned.

"You only have to be calm and do what I tell you to do, from now on. I know you're older, but you need me and you know it. Shayla is currently trapped in another city, and we're going to wait if she's going to come back saved or not. If she does, I can tell you what follows." Pearl said.

"I still don't get you" Jude kept frowning.

"Keep calm, it takes time to understand." Pearl stopped by his toes.

"What exactly are you? How did your sight come back, and how come you're strangely powerful without the FrostOrb?" Jude asked.

Before Pearl could answer that, Zeke entered the room.

"I believe knocking is a basic measure taught to everyone when they were kids, unless your mother skipped that class." Jude said.

"You will shut up while I'm in here, Jude. You have this roof over your head only because I said so, you can keep talking if you're craving homelessness." Zeke replied.

Jude stormed out of the room, leaving father and daughter.

"Now that I suddenly got a little powerful, you're suddenly interested in talking to me?" Pearl faced the man who smiled.

"I never hated you, Pearl. But your mother has always been the alpha in this palace. She's more powerful, she controls, I just follow. She wanted to kill you immediately you were born blind and powerless, but I and her mother Jojo had to beg her to lock you up instead. I only follow her lead, I don't make the rules." 

"And you somehow want me to believe that?" Pearl smiled back.

"What do I need to do to earn your trust then, dear daughter?" Zeke went closer, pocketing his hands.

"Give me Ryker's last name. He doesn't have to attend the wedding, make it secret." Pearl replied almost immediately.

Zeke chuckled, giving her a stunned look. "You're something else."

"I don't have all the time in the world." Pearl rolled her eyes.

"I don't have Ryker's signature, I've never seen what that bastard's signature looks like, or his fingerprint." Zeke said.

"I don't need his signature or fingerprint on the marriage documents, I only need his father's presence and blessings." Pearl shrugged.

"Fine, get ready for it this weekend. I'll make plans." Zeke nodded.

Pearl smiled, darkly.

--

[West Palace]

Faye and Blaise didn't come home before bedtime last night, so Winona thought they came home after everyone went to bed.

She expected them to be in their respective rooms this morning, but as she bursted their doors open and met emptiness, her heart flew.

"Faye? Blaise?" 

"Aren't they awake yet?" Kasia asked, strolling down the hall.

"Awake? They're not even inside!" Winona alarmed.

"What??" Kasia ran forward, checking the empty rooms for herself.

"Faye and Blaise aren't back?" Astor came downstairs too, checking the room out.

"They're not here..." He muttered.

"Wait ... They didn't get in a fight and maybe Faye got angry and stung him to death, right?" Kasia said.

"Faye would never do that" Astor defended.

"Right, Faye might be impulsive, but she'd never eliminate him." Winona agreed.

Astor entered Faye's room when he noticed something on the floor. He picked up a white single scale and raised it up.

"It's Faye's scale." Winona entered too.

"Meaning?" Kasia asked.

"Serpents leave a scale behind in the morning if they have a premonition that something might go wrong with the day." Astor explained.

"Meaning they're both in danger?" Winona and Kasia gasped.

Astor led the way out of the room.

"Let's get to the school first"

--

[Vega Mansion]

Esme looks extra energetic this morning, all because of her last night's dig with Zeke.

It was an overnight thingy, and it's been a while since she experienced the tornado.

She was grinning from ear to ear as she brewed thick coffee for herself.

She lifted the glass rim to her lips to take a sip, but she lowered it back when she noticed Mercury is nowhere around.

"Mercury!" She hollered, dropping the cup and making her way to Mercury's room.

She met her there, sitting in bed and deep in thoughts. The plasters are still gummed to her forehead, and she looks so lost.

"Baby, are you ok?" Esme sat beside her, stroking her hair.

"I had my first failure last night. The soul shift didn't go the way I planned." Mercury said without energy.

"How is that possible? You've never failed." Esme frowned.

"Exactly my point, how is that possible? Her soul was supposed to go inside a pig, but it just...left me confused. That blind girl not only regained her sight but she teleported right in front of me." 

"Teleported? Wasn't Pearl supposed to be powerless?" Esme stood.

"Now you get why I'm so disturbed." Mercury replied.

Esme's phone rang at the living room, and she had to go pick it up.

Two minutes later, she came back holding her purse already.

"Someone is causing ruckus in school, I have to go control it. You should stay home and rest today, I mustn't see you in school. We'll talk about this when I return." She said.

"Yeah" Mercury sighed.

Esme gave her hair a kiss and left the room. Few minutes later, Mercury heard her car driving out of the gate.

She finally left her room, stepping into the kitchen for something to keep her buds moist.

She brewed a cup of espresso and left the kitchen with it, but surprisingly, someone is sitting in the living room when she arrived.

She's only seeing the person's back, and the bandaged head.

She rushed forward, hands going up and ready to attack, but when she saw the face, she cooled down.

"Soren?"

Soren looked up, face closed off as it always is.

"Can you heal me head? Can't heal without Sadie, and I don't want to see her right now." He said.

"You guys fought? That's new." Mercury sat beside him, their skins touching.

Soren shifted away.

"Are you helping or not?" Soren asked.

"Of course I will. Close your eyes." Mercury smiled.

Soren did that, and Mercury had a fill of his calm face, staring for several seconds before her hands moved up.

She began the healing process.

--

[School Treatment Haven]

It was the secretary who called Esme to notice, reporting that Azura is threatening to close the school down, so she had to rush down, and true to the reports, she could already hear Azura's rants even when she's still some minutes away from the haven.

"That uncultured woman, I get why Zeke would never like her." She scoffed, quickening her walks.

She barged into the haven.

Sadie is still in bed, but she's sitting up right now, a pillow behind her.

Kade is still inside too, and Liza is still with him since he's still not healing, same as Sadie.

"Why is my daughter in tatters like this? Who started it? Is royalty a joke to everyone in this city now?" Azura questioned.

"Madam Azura, I'm very sure you've been told that she was beaten by the slave, and that same slave have been taken by the distant prince of Eclypseria." Esme said easily.

Sadie and Kade's eyes went up.

"Really?"

"Believe me, but according to the Grand Supreme, he's going to leave her to warm the prince's bed for days before taking action." Esme smiled.

"Why am I just hearing about this right now?" Azura threw another question.

"Ask your husband, not me." Esme replied in obvious ridicule.

"What did you just say?" Azura's expression went acrid.

"The Grand Supreme knows everything, Grand Madame. You should ask him." Esme replied.

Azura looked on suspiciously.

Liza is behind, looking even more suspicious of the situation. 

She could feel the rivalry in the air.

The person she's suspecting Esme to be in a affair with... could it be the Grand Supreme Zeke?

--

[Human World, Glass House]

Even after stabbing the chest and wetting the ice with his heart blood, the gateway remained hidden, so Ryker has been trying is hardest to stay calm since then.

He has never been this weak since he started living. He needs to step into Luminaria to regain some strength at least, and even after stepping into Luminaria, he needs the spring pool like never before to melt some of this ice, but there'll be no time for the ice pool cos he's very sure Shayla is in wrong hands already, otherwise...he won't be feeling this restlessness.

Now it's just few minutes till sundown, and his mind is working faster than the clock in counting the damn minutes.

Eternus and his knights are ready behind him.

At one minute before sundown, he waved his arm. His suit left his body, getting replaced by a black robe.

Exactly sundown, the gateway finally appeared on it's own, and he led them inside.

They descended the ladder back to Luminaria.

The moment they entered, Ryker felt slight rejuvenation in his system, but it wasn't enough to relieve his ice.

He stayed frozen till they arrived at the ballet school.

Cheyenne led them to the mirror maze, and he didn't have to wander before seeing Shayla's golden hair pendant under one of the mirrors.

He picked it up and brought it to his nose, sniffling the aura.

He could still smell her gentle warmth, but apart from that, there's a thick scent of smoke lingering.

His lashes shifted up.

The last time his nose caught a smell of this kind was when Eternus took him to Eclypseria.

"Smells like Eclypseria." Eternus said behind him, confirming it.

"I heard the Eclypseria prince was going to be at the party to pick a bride." Cheyenne spoke up, and Ryker turned back immediately, his already frozen eyes gleaming frosty blue.

The folks from the West Palace appeared from the other side of the maze. Kasia ran forward to him.

"Some ballerinas saw Faye and Blaise leaving with your sister Xena. They must have gone on a silly rescue mission." She said.

"I trust Faye, she's the instigator." Astor added.

Winona was silent.

Ryker, too.

All that's in his head is bride.

That word—BRIDE.

Seriously? The more he thought about it, the larger the rage expands, the higher the anger, the broader the ice enclosing inside him.

"My Lord , I think you should go soak in the spring pool first. It's dangerous to go to Eclypseria like this." Sage said as tiny ice cubes fell from his body to the mirrored ground.

"The pool can wait." Ryker declared, voice grim as he turned his posture.

He vanished from the maze, together with his knights and Eternus.

--

[Eclypseria Palace, Corner Room]

The whole of Shayla's back was already red with her blood when the guards came back inside to get her.

It must be 10am already.

She has no energy left the struggle with the guards, she was dragged outside easily.

Her eyes her drowsy, lashes barely up as she was taken through the wide hall where Prince Dyke's wives are all waiting, looking at her with pity.

There are kids too, so many kids belonging to Prince Dyke himself from his numerous wives.

Some of them are even breastfeeding.

Shayla's throat feels parched. Water. She needed water, must be the pain on her back causing that.

Her pale lips looks as hurtful as the rest of her face, and she was already dreaming of death when one of the wives suddenly pushed the guards away from her.

"Run!!" That wife screamed at her.

Shayla stood to her feet, not leaving the opportunity hanging at all.

"Go south, you'll find a forest. Walk under the shadow of the leaves to avoid getting seen." Another wife said 

Shayla ran down the hall, and when the other guards tried going after her, the remaining wives stopped them.

Shayla looked back when she got to the end of the hall, seeing the struggling wives all because of her.

She resumed her run, and though her back was killing her, she dashed out of the main palace walls.

The guards at the other side of the palace came after her, and that was when she knew the thing about being unlucky was real.

She's really an unlucky one.

She went south like the wives told her, but on that south, there are stationed guards too.

She was grabbed, yet again, and this time, she wasn't let go till they arrived at the banquet arena in the open roof of the palace.

There are ministers, kingpins, palace royalties and royal bloods, the king and Prince Dyke himself.

"Thinking you can escape this heavily guarded palace wasn't so smart, my bride." Prince Dyke said beside his father where he sat planted 

Shayla was plunged down in the middle of the eagar old men, and most of them are already lowering their pants, planning to jerk off to her strip session.

"Start the show, don't waste anymore time. We're all busy people." the King ordered, picking a flute of alcohol to pour down his lust filled throat.

Shayla looked up at the pool of desperados, her fingers trembled again on the ground where she placed them.

Can't Rumi just take pity on her and release that mark just this once?

She values her nakedness too much, it's the only thing she has left.

Her pride.

She has only let her princess part show in the presence of one man whose face isn't among this bitter crowd at all.

She'd never do this, she can't. They can just kill her instead.

So she kept sitting there, and the pain from her back slashed through her again, causing her to scrap the ground with her nails.

"Ahh!!" She groaned, propping on her knees and palms, sweating.

"Start the session!" Prince Dyke ordered strictly, hitting the chair with his thick callused hands.

"Your Grace! There's a problem!" A guard came inside with a run.

He whispered into the king's ear, and it sounded like something calamitous cos the king spranged up from his chair.

"He broke the palace barrier?" 

"What's going on?" Prince Dyke stood too, and the crowd of oldies started standing one by one when they sensed the shift.

"He's close, barrier broken. City in ruins." The King said.

"He really did?" Prince Dyke gritted his dentition.

He went to the arena and dragged Shayla up with her hair again.

The old men dispersed immediately, everyone began finding their ways out of the palace.

The King followed the prince out through a portal.

--

[City Of Eclypseria]

The people who're still alive right now are definitely lower than twenty, and those twenty are still owing death their lives.

This massacre is more than the one at Mount Zhitomir. This is crueller.

Bodies lay on top of each other, all innocent and unaware of why they even died, but Ryker wouldn't care about anything at the moment.

Buildings are freezing up, crashing and falling at his cold feet.

People are losing their runs, spitting blood and falling to their demise.

Heads flew away from necks, bodies flew away from necks.

He didn't even have to touch them, each step he took, bodies dropped, the blood flowed.

His steps are quiet, unheard as he walked through the ruins of the city, the sounds of falling buildings a playing loop behind him and around him. He was insatiably craving.

His robe nearly dragged the ground, but the tips are touching the ground, and the fabric is drinking blood.

His face is freezing already, getting worse by his chest stab and wrist wounds, but that won't be enough to put a stop to his bloodthirst.

Cheyenne, Sage and Eternus are on the bridge which slashed by the city. 

From there, they're watching the extinction, unable to do a thing to stop him.

"Their prince should have known his place." Cheyenne muttered, nails scraping the bridge rails.

"Their stupid palace barrier should have opened by now." Sage said.

"It opened the moment we entered this city. Who are they kidding with that crap?" Cheyenne scoffed.

Eternus chose to stay silent, just staring at Ryker's present state.

The last body dropped beside Ryker in the bloody streets, and his blue eyes casted down the female corpse.

He couldn't smirk even if he wanted to, the ice held his already bloody face in place. He reeks of blood.

The knights jumped down the bridge, and Eternus joined them.

They landed in the palace, meeting the old men who escaped the arena by the gate.

They're the first people to taste death in that palace.

Ryker didn't even touch or try to kill them. He walked past.

Cheyenne and Sage took care of them. Even Eternus summoned his sword, joining the slaying.

Bodies began falling again.

Getting inside the palace, the wives and children are already converged at a corner, quivering in fear.

Their heads are all down, on the ground. They're too scared to look up

Ryker's bloodthirsty condition didn't give space for mercy.

It has never did.

He nearly stabbed them with spikes, but he heard whimpers of Shayla, and his head snapped to the left.

He super sped there, entering the portal he came across since he could smell her scent inside.

Right inside the portal, Shayla sat, looking drained, tortured and in deep-rooted pains.

Bloody back, pale lips, her face had few cuts.

"Shayla." His deep voice dropped.

Two steps run, he was with her. 

He went on a knee, cradling her small teary chin in the middle of his palm, staring deep at the details of her face.

He boiled inside despite the ice.

Shayla smiled dryly, raising her hand to press his own hand harder to her red face, focusing only on his eyes.

"It hurts, like hell." She whispered, sniffling and hiccuping.

"Tell me, everything." He replied, his whisper deeper but calm.

"He wanted me to have his thing in my mouth, but I narrowly escaped..." She hiccupped. "I was nearly made to give them a strip session too." 

The blue in Ryker's eyes switched. Redness swallowed the irises.

"No!!" Her voice screamed suddenly.

A flat sword entered Ryker's body from behind, coming out on his chest.

He bled from the mouth, his blood spluttered on Shayla's face.

"My...My Lord." She stuttered, blood curling. "Moy Vladika!!"

Ryker fell on the dusty ground, his blood colouring his lips.

Prince Dyke and his father are behind. Prince Dyke is the one holding the sword, wet with Ryker's blood.

"I expected more from the demigod. Samurai sword was enough to take him down?" He laughed.

"You pulled the words right out of my mouth." The King joined the laughter.

"No..." Shayla dragged herself to her knees. "No!!"

She was already crawling to Ryker's body when Prince Dyke stalked to her.

"You'll never be free from us, my bride. Now you're ours. You belong to me and my father! Ours to f+ck! I'd like to feel the satisfaction of fuckin a demigoddess." He boomed.

Talking was one part, but getting to her was the craziest part.

The moment he stretched his hand to her hair to drag her up, that hand was pulled, and the hand fell out of his body, flatly to the ground.

"Ohhgghhhh!!!!!" Prince Dyke howled like a wounded wolf.

Tears poured out of his eyes as his blood flowed.

The King stepped back, horror registering deep on his face.

Shayla looked forward to see Ryker's body isn't on the ground anymore.

She looked ahead, and her breaths clogged madly when she saw Ryker is already with Prince Dyke.

He's the one who did the arm pull, and right now, his five fingers are allover Prince Dyke's face.

Eyes redder.

Aura darker.

Energy punishing.

"Even at my weakest," he growled. "No one...I repeat...no one can take my life unless I willingly let it go."

"Ahhhgh!!!" Prince Dyke cried louder than his vocal chords.

Shayla stood, sniffling and unable to move.

"You shouldn't have touched her, not even a hair strand on her head!" Ryker spat fiercely.

And with that said, his fingers dug deeper into Prince Dyke's face.

He tore the skin on his face away.

TBC.

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