Armand’s POV
“My Lord, we are ready.”
It has been a week since Rain left and I felt nothing but hollow. That wolf could surely arise a certain kind of feeling inside me. I had been keeping myself busy with my next invasion, I was taking him back.
He left to protect me, foolishly following that arrogant Ranulf while I was hoping to die in his hands. I was done with my life.
I couldn’t believe that I was in love with her, and have been hurting for decades since I lost her, until last week.
There was something about Rain that made me forget about her, the way our feeling mesh, the way we mend each other was my fix. And I selfishly want it back, didn’t care if I’d die trying. Maybe I was wanting it, maybe I was looking for it.
And that early evening, I was ready for it.
“Yes, gather our attacker, I will join you in a moment.”
It was time, I had been gathering my force to get him back. It was going to be a mission where I’d die trying. I had nothing to lose, I was wanting him back, badly. I didn’t care if I have to lose my legion, my pathetic small empire, my mediocre size regency, I just want him back.
I was dressing in my color and put on my war paint on my face and my chest, then I was on my way down to the court. I was greeted by my general, he bowed before me then was back in giving further instruction to my legion.
It wasn’t long until we were up in the air, and they were broken up into groups as planned. We were invading his kingdom from several directions, this was our first full-on war mode. I had never felt the need to invade and provoke a war to any kingdom in hell.
Leading in front of our pack, my wings flapped forcefully leaving a strong gust of wind. The need to get him back was stronger, my veins were pumped with the adrenaline. My general was shouting his commands louder as the wind was drowning his voice.
It wasn’t long until the kingdom was insight, we could see his guards were surprised seeing us. They quickly scattered and were shouting commands as they relay our invasion. I could hear my leaders were shouting their commands to their packs.
I was the first to land on their court and was the first to declare battle as a command to start the attacks. His warriors were waiting for us, they were shocked but were standing on guard to defend their Kingdom.
“You stupid fools! ALL of you will DIE!!” I was not giving them an option, I was there to kill, I was there to take my trophy. I was wanting him, badly. And was willing to kill them all for him, even me. In this fucking hell hole no demons, nor fallen angels were worth living, I know for sure because I was one of them.
It was just moments after my command when one of his generals hit me with his first blow. My arm was sliced with his sword, I let out an irritated groan for the wound which sheds blood seconds after my command. But the hurt was not there, I was not feeling the pain, I was fueled with adrenaline, and my anger just rose higher.
My sword was quick to tear away from his arm, he was down to his knees, blood-splattered around him when I finally end his suffering by decapitating his head. I was about to back away when a black dragon skin demon lunged at me with his powerful war hammer. It hit me in the back, staggering my stance. Again, there was no pain, but the annoyance was overwhelming.
I lunged back at him with my sword and pushed him down to his back while I straddled him and snapped his head with my bare hands. I was bloodthirsty and was seeing red. I roared from the sick pleasure of killing the demon, but then swiftly got up as I craved for more.
I saw a couple of my troops lay motionlessly, while more are still hungry for the kill. I have spent days with them, fueling them with the need to kill, the need to conquer the kingdom, the need for them to please me, and get my Rain back.
And they were all about pleasing me, they were all indebted to me, as I have taken them under my protection. All fallen angels which were rejected by King Ranulf, they had all become my loyal follower, they had all pledged themselves to my legion.
My eyes scanned for my general, he was fighting his battle with a very tall demon elf. I decided to carry on and move deeper into the courtyard and inside the palace grounds. I encountered more guards and easily decapitated them all. I was leaving a trail of bodies behind, but my one concerned was finding Rain.
Opening up more doors, I roared my frustration out as I still haven’t found him. I went further into the palace and killed more guards along the way. Halfway deeper into the kingdom, I was assuming that he had been taken away to safety.
That knowledge made me fuel with more anger, I was about to open another door when I saw him. He was sheltered behind a handsome looking elf and Ranulf on his other side.
“Well… I didn’t expect you to hide away from your battle Ranulf.”
I was mocking him for hiding out instead of fighting his war. I could see his jaw tightening, but I was furious when his hand was pulling Rain behind the elf and he whispered something to his ear.
“No, I won’t leave, Ranulf! please… Armand please just go back…” Rain finally voice his words.
“I can’t, I came here just for you. I need you, I thought you like being with me?”
“Just go Armand, he told you already!” Ranulf was pushing me with his words and I was disappointed with Rain’s words.
Fuck! Maybe I was the one who was not lovable, just the other guy, just another fuck. I looked at Rain with a determination as I asked him one more time.
“You really love him? after all that we shared, all the tears that I wiped? him?”
He didn’t say anything back, while Ranulf looked at him and then looked at me, as I smile smugly at him.
And before Rain had a chance to reply Ranulf was running towards me, and retrieved a small dagger and throw it my way. I missed just a fraction of a second when it was embedded in my chest. Then he pushed me down to my back.
I was struggling with him, while from the corner of my eyes I could see Rain was ushered away by the elf.
He hadn’t answered my question.