Free Web NovelChapter 2: Chapter 2: A Voice That Broke the Court
Everyone was waiting and anticipating for the King’s Weapon to come out to carry out the decree.
"Oh, I feel so nervous," Angelina mumbled.
"Why do you feel that way?" Celestia asked.
"Well, you know the King descends from a pure-blooded vampire. The King’s Weapon, he is also pure-blooded so I have heard, but has corrupted blood...
...And he has a particular way of killing people—choking them, then bringing out their heart from their chest. Maybe he’s just jealous as he doesn’t have a heart," Angelina said.
"He doesn’t have a heart?" Celestia asked, surprised. "Why?"
That I do not know, my lady.
"Alright."
Everybody waited for the King’s Weapon to arrive, and then he came out.
A very handsome man, with heterochromia eyes as Angelina had said, and his hair—silver, shining so bright. He wore a royal costume and it made him look so elegant.
"Oh my, this man is so fineee," Celestia felt her heart thumping. She’s always had a thing for guys who look good.
"I was expecting him to look ragged and all like a servant."
"Oh, my lady, do not underestimate this man just because he is the King’s Weapon. He holds a lot of power, so I have heard."
"Hmmm."
Drazeil came out and went to sit near the King, crossed his legs, and then put his hand over his chin, watching the butler struggle from the ropes that tied him in. He was a prey in his eyes.
"What are you doing, Drazeil? I need you to fulfill your duties."
"Your Majesty, is that a command? I thought I made it clear how much I hate commands," he said, looking at the King while they were talking through mind telepathy.
The King didn’t have time to deal with Drazeil now and didn’t want to anger him, because he knew getting on Drazeil’s bad side was not exactly pleasant.
"Fine, do whatever pleases you."
Drazeil’s eyes scanned the crowd. He was not sure what he was looking for exactly, but he felt a force pulling him. He searched until his eyes finally fell on a very flashy young lady, all her garments and adornment were red and she had a fan covering her face. Only her eyes were visible, her irises were even red.
When they made eye contact, he was expecting her to look away or shiver in fear as everyone always did, but what she did shocked him.
She waved her fan over her face, showcasing her pretty face for some seconds and smiled at him, then winked at him.
"Did I just call her pretty?" Drazeil thought in his mind. And also, was she flirting with him?
Well, that was no surprise. Most girls usually flirted with him because of his pretty face and body, they all swooned over him and he hated it but there was something different about this girl. She did it boldly.
"Maybe she has never seen me doing my monster deeds. That should be why. Let’s see if that bold flirty attitude of hers would still remain after she sees how I brutally kill this man."
She also smelled nice, like strawberries. This was so wrong. How come out of everyone in this whole crowd, her scent was the one that clouded his nostrils?
"This is absurd." freewёbnoνel.com
"I shall get to the bottom of this, but for now, let me settle what is at hand—killing this man."
He was the King’s Weapon not in a way where the King could control him around, but he did the King’s dirty work for him. And why?
Because there was not any more suitable place to get information than dirty places, and he didn’t mind getting his hands dirty. After all, who would have the guts to stop him?
He had been looking for something for centuries and he still couldn’t find it. He needed it to unlock his full powers. He wanted to find it before any one of those damn celestial beings laid their hands on it, and then whoever got it would then be his master. That would be so messed up for him but he always had a Plan B in case someone else got their hands on it.
Drazeil stood up and walked towards the palace where the man was kept.
As he was walking towards the man, the man kept chanting: please don’t kill me, I have done nothing wrong, It was not me that did all those, I am being framed, I deserve justice, I beg of you, Have Mercy.
Mercy! Drazeil scoffed. That was certainly not in his dictionary, not after a Celestial being brutally removed his heart right in front of him and celebrated as though his heart was a trophy but then on a second note his heart was truly a trophy that was taken from him so he was void of all emotions.
He held the man’s neck and lifted him up. The man held Drazeil’s hand trying to break free himself from his grip but Drazeil was just too strong for him. The man’s eyes turned to look at a woman in the crowd. Drazeil looked at the woman and he could see tears forming in her eyes and he could hear her heart beating heavily and her body shivering. Belle couldn’t take it anymore and was about to stand up to go away from the sight that was breaking her heart into a million pieces but her mother held her down and used her magic to make her stay still. She couldn’t afford people thinking the rumours were real. freёweɓnovel.com
"Even in death’s hands, you still have the ability to get one more glance at her, even though her family put you in such a situation," Drazeil said.
"I-i l-love h-her," the man said, barely audible.
"Well, that’s too bad. Time to die."
Drazeil’s hands started to have more veins and his nails became sharper, his fangs came out. His green eyes switched to red-green, red-green, as he was about to remove the man’s heart.
A very sweet feminine lady-like voice echoed:
"STOP!"
