THE NEW KING
Damien's POV
Teaching purely on instinct, I twisted my body, the tip of his blade buzzed past my ear. I retaliated with a ferocious horizontal slash, aiming to disarm him but he parried with a clang, the force nearly knocked my weapon off my hands but I managed to hold on to it.
My father switched targets, coming at me low and fast while aiming to pierce my legs to send me crashing to the floor. I shifted my foot out of the way but he switched targets yet again as he slashed towards my neck.
Reacting on pure adrenalin, I launched myself back and the air whistled past my face as my father's blade carved a thin line through the air where my head had been a split second ago. I landed on a crouch next to my brother's headless body.
My father didn't allow me to take a breather as he was already upon me. He launched a series of attacks, each one fast and more vicious than the last. His sword became an extension of himself as he continued to strike with deadly precision.
I managed to parry each of his attacks but the strength my father used managed in each strike sent a jolt through my arm. I held my sword tightly, refusing to allow him to disarm me as I countered with strikes of my own.
We moved with a preternatural speed, blurring across the meeting room as we left trails of sparks in our wake. Just as the fight began to get intense, I managed to see an opening.
He lunged forward telegraphing a vertical strike aimed for my head. I ducked under his blade and spun around, launching a surprise attack of my own. My sword whistled through the air as the silver metal aimed for his side.
Unfortunately for me, his reflexes kicked in as he reacted just in time, twisting his body with impossible agility. The tip of my sword grazed his leather armor which sent a shower of sparks flying but the impact unbalanced which gave me one more opening.
I seized the opportunity with the desperation of a drowning man clinging to a life raft. I began to unleash a flurry of attacks aiming to overpower him. My strikes came from all angles but my father met it head on as he parried each attack with medium difficulty.
We continued to clash ferociously and my momentum built as years of pent of frustration spurred my movements. I pushed him back, step by agonizing step, my attacks growing more aggressive and precise.
He started to falter as the speed he’d maintained effortlessly at the beginning of the fight started to wane. Sweat started trickling down his forehead as he parried a blow aimed at his ribs. Finally I saw another opening.
Feigning an attack to the left. My father followed my movements to block but I quickly switched directions and then, in a lightning fast move, whipped my blade upwards, aiming for his sword hand.
The manoeuver worked. He didn't have time to fully defend, and my sword connected with the hilt of his blade. A gasp escaped his lips as his sword clattered to the floor. It was time to finish it. Pouring every ounce of strength I had to my sword arm, I slashed diagonally across my father's chest in one brutal motion. A gasp escaped the vampires and my father's eyes widened.
The wound sprayed out from the gash staining his black coat with a touch of red.
King Draken's eye's widened in shock as he crumpled to his knees with his hands clutching at the wound. The once powerful man that I could only look up at was kneeling before me looking frail and vulnerable. Victory had never felt so sweet.
I stood staring down at my father with my chest heaving from exertion. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and whipped the sweat from my brows as my mind was swirling with questions. To kill him? Or To let him live?
King Draken looked up at me and I saw something I had never thought I'd see in the eyes of my father. Fear.
“Finish it, Do it now. You've already won so see it through.” He spat out coldly while trying to appear defiant and brave.
My hand clenched at my sword's hilt as my emotions were in turmoil. He had no idea how I had dreamed of this day. I had a grudge against him for years for the way he treated my mother before her untimely death. One could say that he was a huge reason why she does in the first place, because despite the love and care she showered on him he still treated her like shit.
I raised to sword to end it all but angry snarls from the vampire elders stopped my movements.
“You would kill your own father Damien?” One of the elders snarled viciously.
“Run your tongue at your King again and I promise, I will end your life here and now.” I turned around and glared at the rowdy elder. The force of my tone made him take a step back as he shut his mouth.
“And this goes for all of you.” I turned my head to face the vampire warriors and elders. “The crown belongs to me now, and I will decide the affairs of Valthrun Dominion henceforth.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd as I sensed their hesitance to accept this abrupt shift in power. They were accustomed to obeying my father's iron fist so the question remained. Would they follow me their new king? Or would they defy me?
“Kill me, you bastard!” My father's harsh tone pulled me out of the reverie of my thoughts. I stared down at him and lowered my blade, the tip hovering a hair's breadth away from his throat. I had made my decision.
“No.” I declared with a hoarse voice. “You will not die this easily.”
“Take him to the deepest dungeon. Let him stew in his own misery, and let him be a reminder of what happens when you defy the king.” I turned and commanded the warriors.
They fidgeted and stood transfixed on this ground as their eyes darted between me and my father.
“Now!” I bellowed. With a grunt two burly vampires stepped forward and hoisted the king to his feet. They handcuffed him in silver enchanted chains mean't to restrict a vampire's power and then they dragged him away.
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