An Obsessed man-eater!!…

*My heart was fucking breaking, and the girl who held all the pieces was...gone!!...*

**Hades**
"If you act smart, I'll kill Mira!" Vlad said and grabbed Kora's waist. I saw a sly smile from him that Kora didn't. I knew he was using Kora's emotions to play with me. I felt sick as pain hit my nerves. To add to my woes, he leant further over her and whispered something I couldn't hear. She then reached out to grip onto his shoulders. I continued to torture myself as I watched the energy building started to build up under his body. My heart shattered as I watched his fingers raking back to hold her in almost an embrace. My heart crushed on seeing them so close, and my hands cracked into fists at just the thought of pleasure gained from ripping Vlad's hands from his body so that he could never touch her again.
The lightning forked the sky, the icy drops of rainwater battered down at my body, and the thunder echoed the darkest of the night. He roared, bellowing out like a wild animal. His eyes were burning blue, and his steel-grey wings erupted with such force that he took off with her like a deadly predator dominating the forever darkness of the Vampire kingdom.
I wanted to tear this place as I watched the other part of my soul being taken away from me. I fell to my knees and cursed the fates. I could feel my tears had now mixed with rain and travelled down my face in a never-ending current because of the greatest hurt one could ever imagine.
But despite all this, I knew that he wouldn't harm Kora; he wouldn't fucking dare. He would use her to control me, but soon he would pay until I had Kora back in my arms, where she fucking belonged. Nobody took what was mine. I wanted my girl back! And I would kill anyone who got in my way...Even a fucking vampire prince.
The raw pain turned into the power exuding from my core. I let Cerberus take over my body, but that didn't happen; instead, my body shivered violently as if subjected to white-hot flame. I looked at the shackles and knew instantly.
Fucking impossible!
The silver shackles were made by smelting the pure silver with wolfsbane and glass shards. Any movement from my side and those wolfbane-coated glass shards pierce through my skin. They poked continuous holes in my wrists and feet, which burned like an acid, and I needed a constant healing that depleted my body of all energy. I sucked in a deep breath, now knowing that since I was powerless, I had to play this situation wildly fucking carefully. Till then, all I could hope for was that she would realise soon that it was a mistake to trust Vlad. He dropped a bait, and she fell into the trap. He was quick enough to see through her weakness and played well to manipulate her emotions. Little did she know there was no place for emotions in the Vampire kingdom.
I was forced to move back inside the never-ending tunnels of caves by those fucking humanoid bats. The scenic beauty of the outsides was in total contrast to the dead, eerie and lifeless surroundings inside the cave. I don't know how long I sat on this old-rotten carriage, trying to ignore everything around me, like the sounds of whips lashing out and cutting through the air before hitting the flesh of those poor animals who were trying too hard to drag the carriage through the mazes of obsidian-black, lifeless roots slithered like deadly snakes.
We passed through the underground caverns of the Shadowlands of the Carpathians and reached an enormous cave. This place is famously known as the Land of Dearth, as it was devoid of any life except for those deadly Queen soul weeds. Although it is devoid of life, the shadows of the unknown still lurk on the dreaded corners as if silently watching those lost or dare to venture into this place of death. Land of Dearth is the second territory of the Vampire's kingdom. It once belonged to the "Men of God' before this part fell under the control of vampires. It once housed an astounding structure made with an impressive 115 colossal columns. But the structure's life was short-lived after pillage by the blood-sucking entities. It was never repaired and was reduced to ruins after this point. Only sixteen of the original columns survived—the walls covered with strange and macabre drawings depicting scenes of horror and death. The floor was littered with bones and skulls, some of them human.
This place is most feared by the Vampire kingdom's enemies and is associated with the dark fairytale of Succubus. Those flesh-eating seductresses took the form of beautiful prairies and lured the enemies with erotic sex. They feed them their sex fluids, which cause intense hallucinations that weaken the bones and drown the victims in a state of ecstasy. Those victims were brought here to be tortured and sucked dry of every last drop of blood.
And speaking of Succubus, this creepy Justina was constantly gawking at me with an eternal disturbing smile, which I swear I would cut from her face, preventing the sight from ever being seen again.
"Oh, what a shame she left with your brother!" She smirked, and her words tore my insides with a fucking rage. If not for the shackles, I would have torn her fucking heart and roast it in hellfire.
"The only shame is the stench of desperation you are giving off." I retorted with an attitude that her shit wasn't going to work.
"The stench that's gonna stick with you forever." She snapped, fluttering her eyes, thinking of herself as a beauty queen. But she doesn't know I can see straight beneath her superficial angelic face. She had the pure evil look of a bloodlust Succubus with blood-red eyes, black veins and reddish ash skin. Her fangs extended from her bloody lips right up to the chin. She looked like a lunatic.
"So, this was your plan all along: take Proserpina's place and be the queen of the Vampire Kingdom." I demanded with deadly intent, but her lips curved sly before she replied, "Oh no, Hades, this wasn't my complete plan; my plan also included slitting the throat of your bitch."
I lost it completely, and my muscles brimmed to grab her neck and crush her windpipe, but these fucking shackles severely damaged my wrist and burned through my bones.
"Now I know your first instinct is to kill me, but I must warn you, if you do, then your secret will be lost forever," she said this time without that irritating smirk. What the shit was she talking about, my secret. I know she is fucking tricking me for whatever selfish reasons in her favour.
"What fucking secret?" I answered flippantly, trying to control my emotions. I really don't give a shit about her words, but there was something about her expressions that I couldn't place yet. I had a dreaded feeling in my gut about the truth of her words.
"The one you're searching for years!" Her words hit my panic button.
"What fucking secret, damn it?!" I asked with a murderous intent.
"Your origin!" The moment the words spat out of her mouth, a rage so profound started to build from the darkest place within me. My skin glowed with a hellfire burning through it. Her frightened face froze in shock. I grabbed her arms eventhough the shackles were stabbing me like a hot knife tearing my skin. The rage in me wanted to pull her arms from her body. Something in my head was screaming at me that she was fucking bluffing, trying to secure a lifeline. She must have heard Belladonna talking to me. How the hell does she know anything about me?
"Sto...stop...!" She was choking on her words as I grabbed her throat with my other hand.
"Mouth shut!" I warned her before losing my hold, as there was one thing I couldn't stand right now, and that was her bullshit.
"Let's get one thing straight: you don't like me, and I certainly don't like your stupid lover, but none of that matters because you will need my help." She finished her little speech with a plastered smile.
"Do I?" I asked, uninterested.
"I believe I am the only one who can help you."
"How so?" I asked dryly.
"I will let your Kora live." She snapped.
"Do you think I'll let you anywhere near her?" I snarled with rage to tear this Succubus into two pieces!
"Absolutely, when you are locked with the Souls of Devils in the seventh underground level of Catacombs!"
Fuck! She is right. Vlad will make it impossible for me to lurk near Kora by locking me into the impenetrable catacombs. I am still clueless about the fate of my only ally and friend, Jericho. I can't involve Belladonna in this shit. I will need some help from outside to check on Kora. But that doesn't mean I can trust this two-faced Succubus.
"No way, you can go and swivel on a broom!"
"You are one arrogant prince, aren't you?" At this, she started laughing, and the sound lashed out at my nerves.
"I don't get it! Your cover is blown; everyone knows you are a Succubus, so you don't stand a chance to be a Queen. You don't give a fuck about Kora's life, and nor do you care a shit about my origins, so what's your angle here exactly? Because I gotta say, I fail to see the point of you offering help."
"Vlad just wanted one thing from me: to taste your blood and sniff out your location. Now he doesn't need me, so he will kill me. So why suffer torture alone in hell when I can take your mate with me?" She said with an infuriating laugh as if she was enjoying this conversation.
"If you want to save your ass, then you can just kill these incompetent humanoid bats and run away and try using your charms on some other fucking prince. Why do you have to go back to the Vampire kingdom and take the risk of helping me? Unless and until your motive is something else, far more sinister than what it looks like." I said for once, smirking at the murderous glare she gave me.
"Maybe you will jump straight into the bed with me after I help you!" She said, waving her ugly hair back.
"I will prefer a dead harpy on my bed over you!" I snapped, knocking down her evil grin.
"Well, I guess you find everything funny..." Her malicious voice trailed off as she was miffed.
"No, I guess I should say thanks for not trying to kill Kora," I commented sarcastically.
"Don't thank me yet; I can change my mind." She rolled her eyes and looked the other way.

We continued moving forward through a small crusty path whose edges were lined by overgrown weeds, twisted roots and deadly thorns.
Once we reached the end of the path, we faced the deadly Phlegethon. It is the part of Styx called Phlegethon once it enters the underground dark regions of the vampire kingdom. It is the river of boiling blood drained from the poor victims of the bloodsuckers. It is believed that their souls will never be freed and will continue to be tormented in this hellish river for an eternity.
We took a boat through the deadly Phlegethon. Once, we were halfway through the murderous river, and a weird noise caught my attention. It was of a beautiful maiden oblivious of our presence, bathing in the bloody water. The moment she sensed us, her face turned into something sinister, malicious and outright murderous, like a burnt skull. Her limbs turned into tentacles and snaked our boat, trying to break it and drag it into the river, deep into the darkness beneath. We were thrashed to the other side, and the bloody water splashed my face, neck and bare shoulders.
"Fuck!" Justina muttered.
"Use your claws!" I commanded Justina and the humanoid bats. They tried to cut through the tentacles, but it was all in vain. Our boat was halfway down, and I knew that if we went inside the river, then we were dead.
A giant crimson-looking tentacle snaked my body. I could feel its pulse as if a heart was beating inside it. I know this was the heart of that demonic maiden, as I remembered a distant memory of venturing through this river with my father and Vlad. To kill this maiden, I need to kill this heart. All I had in the name of a weapon was that old, funny dagger that belonged to Kora. I doubt this dagger can even chop the cucumbers, but as we say, a drowning man holds to a straw.
I bent my arms and took it out, ignoring the sharp pain struck by the shackles piercing through my skin. And with a solid move, I dug the dagger deep into its skin. To my shock, it glowed and penetrated the layers of flesh and impaled the heart, sucking the life out of it as if it was made for this purpose. The crimson tentacles turned grey as if rotting away like a wasted lump of mass. They fall back inside the water with the body of the maiden drifting on the surface like a dead float, a lifeless shell, as her demonic eyes shut down amid the boiling blood around.
At that moment, I knew that this dagger was something special as our boat turned towards the third point of the Vampire Kingdom.
The broken Bridges!!

*Fuck karma...I'll deal with the fucker myself!!...*