❤️ Second Prince Of Hell (Mammon’s Visit)❤️
Pushing Prince Aragorn away she tried to control her breath.
“What’s wrong?” Prince Aragorn asked in concern. She has been enjoying it, hell, she has even moaned so what could be the problem? He wondered as he waited for her reply. If she was regretting what they did, he has 50 ways of convincing her.
“Nothing, I just remembered my mother.” Raziah lied. How can she tell him that she was day dreaming of Dark while he kissed her.
“Oh, it’s okay. I understand,” Prince Aragorn said, closing the distance between them once again and pulling her to him for a hug, and he was smiling when Raziah didn’t push him again. Her sweet scent filled his nose and he was tempted to take a bite. “I will make sure that Dark pays for what he has done. He won’t go unpunished.” he promised Raziah and himself. The pain his blood Singer had gone through, he doesn’t want her to go through that again. He would do anything to protect her from Dark.
“Thank you.” Raziah said, returning the hug. They stayed like that, breathing in each other’s scent until Raziah disentangled herself from him. “I need to start getting prepared for the war and also to tell the villagers to hide until it’s all over. I don’t want them to come across him, you know he will kill them, his demons would and I don’t want that to happen.” she added.
“That’s fine, I will go home and inform my father about Dark’s threat. I will be back at nightfall.” the Vampire Prince told her and kissed her forehead then looked from her head to her toes and his eyebrows were twitching a bit.
Raziah saw the look and looked down at her body to find what had made his eyebrows twitching and his upper lip going upwards. “What is it?”
“Your dressing, I don’t like it, the dress glues to your skin. You’re exposing too much of your body. It’s nice but your body should be seen by only me.” Prince Aragorn said, trying not to get angry. She shouldn’t be wearing these transparent clothes around where other men are. Her choice of clothes hasn’t bother him before but now that their future are entwined, he doesn’t want her dress in them at all.
“Aragorn,” Raziah said his name as nicely as she could, “This is how I have been wearing my clothes since the day I took over my father’s throne. Just because we had one fu¢k last night doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to wear. Don’t you ever tell me that.” she warned and stopped herself in time from growling at him. Dark hasn’t for one day complained about the way she dressed. And aside from that, she loves dressing this way, no one could dare to touch her, well except Dark, who had touched her forcefully.
“I am sorry Raziah. I don’t like other eyes, male eyes, to be on you. I am sorry, okay?” When he got no response from her, he kissed her quickly on her lips and with the parting words of ‘See you later my love.’ and with Vampire speed, he ran out of the room and kingdom towards his own kingdom.
Raziah sighs loudly once she was alone. How dare he tell her what to do? She went to her throne room, though not in the mood to sit down, she sent for her kingdom messengers who came as fast as they can
Greetings and bowing before her. They were three of them.
“Go round to the village and tell the whole villagers to leave their houses, war is coming. I cannot be protecting myself from Dark, and be concerned about some powerless wolf people. So tell them to leave to the two nearest kingdoms around, Gnome and Hobgoblin kingdoms, starting from today. Dark is coming to fight me with his armies the day after tomorrow. The villages should be empty by tomorrow.” She pointed at two of the messengers who bowed to her once again and left to carry out her orders.
Turning her gaze to the dark brown- haired messengers left.
“You, your job is to inform the Gnome and Hobgoblin kingdom that my people are coming. And if a single hair on their head is hurt, well, I will beg Dark to give me an hour before he kills me to wipe the kingdom away. So in other words, my people shouldn’t be hurt or starved in any way. They should be treated kindly. Do you understand me?” she raised an eyebrow at him.
The handsome young wolf man nodded his head.
“Good, now you will repeat the same words, word for word, to them and you will stay there and watch how they treat the ones that will come to them tonight then come and inform me tomorrow morning, do I make myself clear?”
The messenger nodded his head again and bowed before her then left to carry out her order.
Raziah held her head in her hands as she felt a strong headache coming and she groaned a little in pain.
“I am sorry for coming here without notice. My presence in this world causes that most of the time.”
A familiar deep scary voice said to her which was coming right in front of her. Taking a peek to look at who it was, at who could come in without announcing their presence and her eyes widened when she saw who it was.
Mammon.
Her eyes couldn’t believe it but no matter how many times she blinked he was still where he was, staring at her. His whole body was covered in fire and her eyes widened more when she saw him move, closing the space between them.
She opened her mouth to speak or scream or do both things but no sound came out from her mouth when Mammon claw touched her forehead. She thought she would feel the heat or burn from the fire coming out from his claws but felt nothing, it was like cool water was touching her. Then she noticed something, her headache that could have been terrible was gone.
Removing his claw from her forehead she shifted back, putting space between them once again.
“How did you do that?” Raziah asked once she regained her voice, referring to her headache.
“I told you my presence often causes that so I decided to take it away.” Mammon answered.
“Why are you here? Did Dark send you to me?” The question was out before she could stop them from leaving her lips.
Mammon laughed and laughed, the ground beneath them started shaking and Raziah was held onto her throne chair. She wondered why none of her guards are rushing in here to find out what is causing the earthquake, a bunch of useless wolf’s.
“Oh, they can’t feel it or hear me laugh. You’re the only one Raziah who can see me.” Mammon said knowing her thoughts as he stopped laughing and became serious. “I haven’t seen Dark ever since he brought you to me,” he added.
“That is good because I could have told you to ‘go to hell’ but you’re already in hell.”
“I know.”
“Dark isn’t here, he did something bad to me and then we fought and now he is coming to fight me, he is bringing war to my Kingdom and I won’t fold my hands and let him win, so if that’s why you are here I am afraid my answer is no.” Raziah told him.
Shaking his head. “Believe me I didn’t come here for Dark. I came here to see you to advise you.”
“Advise me? How?”
“Things aren’t what they seem, Raziah. Trend with caution, I can’t say much.”
“What are you sayin-”
But Mammon Interrupted her gently.
“Anyone can be our enemy Raziah. We will win some and we will lose some, but the way you handle your victory or defeat shows your true worth. Goodbye Raziah.” Mammon began to fade slowly.
“Wait!” Raziah screamed hoping that will stop the man from fading away but it didn’t. “I don’t understand what you just said now, what win and lose are you talking about?” She asked the almost faded Mammon.
“You think I will answer my own riddle for you? In your dreams. I just gave you the simplest way in solving the problem at hand so it is left for you to figure it out with that pretty head of yours.”
Is that a smirk she is seeing on his hideous face? Raziah thought as anger rushed through her body but before she could open her mouth or do something she would regret like fighting one of the Princes of hell which isn’t a great idea.
“I will kill you.” she said to the empty room even when she did mean it. Feeling tired, she left the throne room and went straight to her room; she couldn’t go back to the room she shared with Aragorn. Going back there would remind her of what she did with the Vampire Prince last night.
Taking a deep breath she entered her room once again and instead of going to her bed to sleep as she was tired, she sat down on the floor, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and took a very deep breath and concentrated on the garden her mother used to bring her. She doesn’t know why she was trying to meditate on that but something in her was pushing her to do it. But nothing came up. She tried again and again but nothing. It was as if she was met with a wall. Then she was back to the place where she had dream of her wolf wanting to attack her mother
‘Raziah.’
The voice of her wolf could be heard fadly in her mind which made her lips tug to the side a little. Raziah could sense her wolf around but couldn’t see her.
‘Violet.’ she said back through her mind.
Violet is back.
Yes! Her wolf is back and speaking to her. If not that she was meditating, she would have done a happy dance right away.
‘Raziah, I know who I am and…’ Her wolf stopped talking.
‘And what?’ Raziah asked immediately but got no response from Violet.
‘Violet.’ She called out but got no answer which was beginning to frustrate and anger her.
‘Violet!’ she yelled out and it prompted her to open her eyes to look around her surroundings.
“What were you trying to say, Violet?” Raziah said and made one of her hands turn into her wolf fur, she smiled as she saw it. “You remember who you are but why can’t I?”