❤️ Disgraced (Part 2) ❤️
“That’s not possible. She is my blood Singer, her blood calls out to me which signify that we are mates.” Prince Aragorn said with narrow eyes at Dark.
“Yes, her blood tastes good.” Dark supported, closing his eyes and smiling when he remembered how sweet Raziah blood was in his mouth. He can’t wait to taste it again.
Aragorn was surprised when Dark agreed with him. “What do you mean her ‘blood tastes good’. Where is she? I came to see her and not you.” He said to Dark without fear.
“Like I said before, she now belongs to me so you can’t see her,” Dark said to him. “Leave while you still can, don’t spoil my mood.” he added and started walking towards the palace building.
Prince Aragorn clenched his fist as he glared at the back of Dark.
“Glaring at me won’t make me change my words. Go home child.” Dark told him without turning around.
“Please listen to him and go home. You don’t want to mess around with him.” Barwolf begged him.
That seems to anger Aragorn, he took a deep breath and concentrated on finding Raziah. He could smell her blood and without much thought, ran very fast, triple fast towards the source of the sweet blood.
Passing Dark, one of the demon eyes started twitching and immediately the black mist covered him. The black mist appeared in Raziah room just in time for Prince Aragorn to locate Raziah room.
Raziah was still sleeping and hasn’t woken up yet. Her body was still covered in her dry blood.
Prince Aragorn couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. Ignoring the total existence of Dark in the room, he moved closer to the bed to be sure it was Raziah on it. He lifted up one of his hands to touch her but Dark prevented it and pushed him back.
“No one touches her except me.” Dark said in a possessive tone.
“What did you do to her?” Prince Aragorn asks as his eyes trail over the chains binding Raziah to her bed and her nakedness.
It annoys him that the red-haired Vampire was staring at his property, he wouldn’t deny that his slave has a body that would make a sane man go insane with lust so he made his black mist covered Raziah, from her toes to head, including the bed. He smiled in smugness when Prince Aragorn finally looked at him. Yes, look at me and not at her.
“I fu¢k€d the living daylight out of her, she is resting from it.” Dark replied with a shrug.
“How dare you touch my MATE!” Prince Aragorn yelled out the last part.
“It irritates me when you call my slave that.” Dark said.
“She is not your slave.”
“Oh, she actually is. We made a deal yesterday and we fought which I won of course so she is now my slave, my property and I will do with her in whatever way I want to.”
“I won’t allow that to happen,” Prince Aragorn said, his red eyes slowly changing into black. “Not on my watch.”
“What are you going to do?” Dark asked with a lopsided smile as he folded his arms across his chest. “Beat me?” he didn’t get to complete his words when Prince Aragorn close the distance between them in his Vampire speed and punch him hard on his face and gave him five more punches on his chest, then carried him higher and fling him outside Raziah room as hard as he could.
Dark landed on his feet in the Palace compound and touched his jaw which had shifted and moved the mandible back into place. He growled loudly and his two horns spurt out from his forehead.
Prince Aragorn with his Vampire speed ran to meet him and only stop few feet away from Dark. By now everyone attention were on them.
“You shouldn’t have done that and now, I’m really mad.” Dark told him.
Prince Aragorn was fast and brought out one of his legs to kick Dark but Dark caught it and before he could do something to the leg he was holding, Aragorn released arrows made of black smoke on Dark.
Releasing Aragorn’s leg as he moved backwards away from the Prince. He ignores the arrows penetrating his body and looks at Aragorn in curiosity.
Prince Aragorn created more of it and aimed all of it at Dark. “I will destroy you. Your end is near.” he muttered to the hearings of Dark.
Dark smiled at him. “How do you get this power?” he asked.
“I was born with it.” Prince Aragorn replied with a smirk.
“Let’s get serious, shall we?”
Prince Aragorn sent the arrows at Dark.
“Your dark power doesn’t hurt me one bit, I am bigger than it.” Dark told the Vampire Prince and ran around him, in a very much speed, his black mist circling Aragorn as it started moving rapidly round the Vampire Prince, taking the shape funnel, becoming a strong whirlwind. Some of it entered the young Prince body, through his nose and ears.
Prince Aragorn fell down to his knees and began shouting, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was in pain. The dark that entered inside him began breaking his skin and coming out. It was a painful torture. Aragorn continued screaming like a mad man. The strong wind coming from the whirlwind lifted him up.
Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince.
“Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won’t kill you,” Dark said. “But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me.” he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist.
The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.
“Barwolf,” Dark called out and the man hurried up to meet him. “Tell the servants to get warm water, soap and sponge and bring it immediately to Raziah’s room.” Dark told Barwolf. His horns went inside his forehead.
“I can help you clean her up if you don’t mind. She is my daughter after all.” Barwolf said.
“As a matter of fact Barwolf, I do mind. My hands are not broken.” Dark stated. “I haven’t forgotten about you. Your punishment is coming, just get ready because when I am done with your daughter, you are the next.” he said
“I’m sorry my King,” Barwolf said. “Forgive me for saying it in the first place.” he pleaded.
Dismissing him, Dark went back to Raziah room, one look at Raziah on her bed, the black mist covering her was gone. He grinned when he saw her glare.
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The whirlwind fling the Vampire Prince somewhere close to his kingdom before it dissipates.
Groaning out in pain, the Prince grabbed hold of his hair and was pulling it, he was rolling on the floor. For five minutes he rolled around in the ground in pain until it wore off.
He let go of his hair and saw some of his hair on his hands, breathing hard and fast, he knelt down, his hands on the ground.
He hadn’t expected this outcome. He didn’t expect to be disgraced in such a way. He has no idea who he was up against. He could have been prepared.
The thought of killing Dark filled his head and he began punching the ground in anger.
He had thought he had the fark power to anyone down to his or her knees but what just happened shows that his dark Power was no match for the man holding Raziah. He was angry at himself for letting Dark defeat him.
“Anger. I like that. But you are channeling it at the wrong thing.” A voice spoke and it was coming in front of him.
Lifting up his head to look at the source, he was surprised to see a black mist, much darker than anything, in his front. At first he thought it was Dark who had come to finish off where the whirlwind had stopped. Then he remembered the voice that spoke, it wasn’t Dark.
Slowly getting to his feet. “Who are you?” he asked, staying alert. It must be someone trick, someone who had perhaps seen what Dark has done to him.
“I am someone who is stronger than Dark. I can make you as strong as him.” the voice from the black mist said. It was the same voice that spoke to the unknown woman that turned into a statue. “I can make you defeat him. He will beg you for mercy.”
“Why are you helping me? Who are you?” Prince Aragorn demanded, repeating his previous question.
“Dark is my enemy and he has something of mine. He is not that invincible you know. Join me and I will make you power like he is.” The unknown male voice answered.
“Are you pulling my legs?” Prince Aragorn asked moving backwards, away from the black mist.
“I am not pulling your legs.”
“Who are you?” He asked his question again. “Where are you from and what’s your name?” He heard a sigh and the black mist was gone. Standing in its place was a seven foot man, his black hair was shoulder length, on his forehead was two short horns. His face was twisted in a way as if he poured hot water on his face. His eyes were red. He was bare chest as he was only putting on a trouser. The only thing on his neck was a necklace holding a horn, not that big, half of the horn was inside his body, and it seems he wasn’t hurt by it. His two hands were made of bronze. Prince Aragorn gasped out in shock as he took in the man’s appearance.
“To your first question, I told you Prince Aragorn that I am someone who can help defeat Dark.” the man began. “To your second question you won’t believe me if I tell you where I’m from and for the last question. I am known as Chaos.”