Chapter 167: I will find her
~ Raphael's POV ~
I turned to face Alasia, my eyes scanning her from head to toe as if she were nothing more than a bothersome insect.
The years hadn't been kind to her, or perhaps her evil had finally begun to show on the outside as well as within. Not that she has a body.
"Still as obsessive and evil as ever, I see," I said, raising a brow with calculated indifference. She hated when I don't give her attention.
I have every intention to keep her focus on me so I could think of something to free Drogon. He looks so broken.
Alasia took a step back, clearly not expecting my dismissive tone. For a moment, something flashes across her face, uncertainty, perhaps even fear.
"Who made me like this?" she replied, but her voice had lost some of its earlier confidence and mockery.
"Who do you think?" I asked, letting my hatred for her seep into every word like poison.
"You did, Raphael. Don't try to change that now," she replied coldly, but I caught the defensive edge in her voice.
"Alasia, of all the evil you've did that overlooked, making me wipe out an entire race because of a prophecy was pure madness." My voice grew louder, the memory of that night still burning in my chest. She had made a fool of me. Her and her clan. "If you hadn't given me that potion that night, the Mesodomica people would still be alive today!"
One thing that truly made me realize that Alasia was completely changed was that faithful day after my eyes cleared immediately after the battle. Alasia had been laughing as people burned.
Even as I went in search of survivors. She had tried to stop me even going as far binding me with a spell, but she didn't know was that I had practiced dark crafts as well. So, I had been able to easily break free from her spell.
"Yes... you're right, and I don't regret what I did," she said breaking me from my thoughts, her maniacal laughter echoes through out the chamber. "The only regret I have is saving that little newborn baby and taking her to the first realm. If I hadn't done that, she would have died with the rest, and there would be no Mesodomica people left at all."
"Yes, and it was the reason you died," I said coldly, my anger now fully visible on my face. "The only regret I have is not using the soul extinguisher bind to destroy your soul completely. If I had done that, you wouldn't be a menace now."
She starts laughing again, after getting me riled up like she wanted. "You're right, Raphael. I should be thanking you for saving me." Her smile returned, twisted and cruel. "Admit it, Raphael, you still love me. If you didn't..." She points at me as if trying to make a point.
I scoffed, the sound harsh and bitter. "Ever since the day you made me take the lives of innocent people, any love I had for you died."
Alasia's face hardened, any form of playfulness gone. "That's why you will die here. But I'll tell you a little story before you do."
She began pacing again, her voice taking on that storytelling tone that had once charmed me and now made my skin crawl. "You see, in order to succeed, I needed to remove both you and Nordic from the picture. Two of my greatest enemies. So I fed false information to your kingdom to lure you out. And look how perfectly it worked."
She gestured grandly around the chamber. "Here you both are, trapped before me. Well, one of you is dead, but you get the idea."
Her mocking laughter filled the space. "So weak. So foolish. Both of you fell into my traps so easily."
I felt Drogon's presence brush against my mind, and our eyes met in perfect understanding. I turned my attention to Marcus, who had been watching this exchange with cold amusement.
"It's a shame you're becoming exactly what your father feared," I told him. There was no pity in my voice, just pure anger.
Nordic, had hated marrying Isla. Isla was a half breed vampire. Her family had money, and Nordic at that time, needed money and power which the clan, Isla was from had.
However, with all these good features, Isla clan was known for cruelty, bloodshed and cunningness. Nordic been aware of all these married the precious daughter of Minister Ferdinando.
Nordic had tried his possible best not have a child with Isla but Isla had planned ahead after finding out about his plan. As such, Marcus came into reality.
And of course, Nordic worse nightmare of his children being as cruel as House Ferdinand has come to pass. His own killed him for his throne, also wants his mother dead. Quite funny seeing the player getting played.
"I have no time for dead people," Marcus replied with a sneer, that brought me out of my thoughts. A child whom always be a child. If there is anyone that will be dying today, is not going to be me. Funny, how he thinks, Isla would let him go.
"Now!"Drogon screamed in my mind.
I brought forth flames that I had been preparing with one hand while using my wind powers with the other, carefully working to remove the chains knots stabbed into Drogon's skin that held him down.
I'd been doing this slowly, quietly, since earlier while Alasia had been focused on her rant, Only the pitchfork remained binding him. Regardless, I know that won't be holding him down.
The entire chamber exploded in flames. Drogon starts chanting spells, and a watery tunnel lit up like clear crystal, creating a portal of escape.
"Run!" I screamed to Caleb and Gemma, continuing to send streams of fire at Alasia, not giving her a single moment to regain her composure or access her powers.
Surprise was written all over Alasia's expression, clearly, she hadn't expected this turn of events. When I noticed that everyone had fled through the portal, I began running toward it myself.
The portal tunnel was already beginning to seal, indicating it wouldn't last much longer.
That's when I saw Isla on the ground, sobbing and broken. For a split second, I considered leaving her there.
She had betrayed us, after all. But then I thought of Drogon and his injuries. I concluded he might need her blood to heal properly. Nordic's wife or not, ally or enemy, she might be useful.
I grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet. "Move!" I shouted, pulling her toward the rapidly fading portal.
We ran together toward the tunnel of light, and just as we dove through, I heard two sounds that would haunt me for awhile Alasia's vow of finding Ava and ending her, and Isla's anguished cry of
"My son!" as we disappeared into the portal, leaving Marcus behind in that chamber of horrors.
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