Chapter 132: (132): Paddling

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The horses galloped out of the castle, passing the bridge Wilmore saw the heavy black smoke. The gust was already howling and slashing skins. The storm was close to battling this calm snow, less than two days it would make it out chaotic.

People were screaming and running away, if they wanted to protest the court then what in the whole world was the reason for burning people's assets?

They reached the zone, a man was dead, laid on the ground.

"Nicolas, take the man out."

The Knight dismounted and went to the victim.

The others moved ahead of where the patrols were fighting back and some had wounds on their arms, legs, and faces.

Wilmore dismounted, shouted, "patrols leave here!"

Those who were still up in health aided the wounded ones and went out of the quarrel. 

"Hux, do it!"

Hux nodded, drawing out his pistol and sword at the same time, he dashed into a dark lane and knelt on the cobbled floor of the street and put his weapons down, his palms sat on the cold cobbles, a surge of mist clouded out of his body. That day when the witch cursed the Bolingtone family either of the stone throne's heirs of Velator who attended for the execution received a curse. What Huxley earned was his fear, mist! That day only Huxley, Wilmore, and Natasha were out of the palace and she targeted three of them, making that selfish throne suffer from their own beast, making those demons out of their children. 

Hux was afraid of mist and his nightmare found a way to the real world. The mist streamed out of the lane and spread in the square that the extremists were ruling, then shoving down the smoke that was harming Wilmore's senses. Like two cloudy beasts mist and smoke dangled.

Now eyes barely could catch on the light.

Eliot had no difficulty scanning the place. He could smell terror, the rush of blood, and the pace of pulses of those who were shooting aimlessly and ran out of bullets, they were frightened, as the mist ran heavier.

Hux picked his weapons and flashed out, his sword sliced the mist and tore a man's back, his face was covered and his clothes were black. All of them had the same tattoo on their napes, an Ouroboros, but if their mission was truly divine why would they kill citizens of Bolingtone? The blade must be nude against the blade, not innocents.

Wilmore removed his glove and flakes of ice frizzed the mist and turned to a large piece of ice and dove into a man who was tiptoeing to stab one of his men from the back.

"Be careful," he warned him and passed by him.

Eliot flashed ahead and pushed Nicolas who was about to be beaten by a dagger. His sword smashed the dagger away and it sat into a wooden pillar.

"Keep one and kill the rest!"

Wilmore yelled as he discovered it becoming worse. These rebellions were well trained not some noobs like others, they were.

His gazed and Hux, "decrease it."

His men were annoyed by the mist and the smoke was already killed.

Swords were clanking and Wilmore noticed one of the men who was striving to open his way to him, he was stronger than others.

Eliot found a vial in the man's hand who was approaching Wilmore! Silver mercury, it was! He knew about the prince's secret and was inclined to provoke him with his weakness, to force him to show the beast within him.

Wilmore didn't want to use his power when he was sure eyes were watching them through windows.

"The demon can't sit on the throne of Velator."

The man shouted, his sword's tip directing to Wilmore.

The prince smirked, dodged an arrow and his sword sliced another one.

"What made you think that you can kill the devil?"

He mocked him, that was true, it was his real face, his sword sliced another man who bared sword on him, blood gushed out as he drew his sword along with his neck, and pushed him down on the ground.

Bloodstains spattered on his face, he was cold, couldn't feel pain, he had forgotten what pain tasted and he wasn't the only one. Natasha and Huxley were the same but at least they had some emotions.

"I will kill you and make your mother under me! She had slept with the demon and gave birth to you."

Wilmore frowned, this one was disgusting! The meaning of the tattoo on his nape was holy but his mouth was nasty.

Wilmore killed another man and bounced up, landed, his sword was fed by new blood, blood dribbled down. Some of the rebellions scared and retreated to the forest.

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"Eliot, bring me one!'

Eliot flashed to the forest. Wilmore let the others escape.

"Why don't we follow them?"

"They will eat the poison in their mouth if we follow them. I don't want them to end their life."

"Why don't we end them?"

Asked Nicolas.

"Let them make their leader angry,"

Eliot found one of the wounded rebellions that its blood was leaving a trace, enough for his nose, he never sucked blood, but this time he craved it. He couldn't fight his desire.

He jumped and landed in front of the wounded man, his fangs grew and his eyes turned red, he was attempting not to bite him.

"Stop running!"

He said.

The man halted and looked at him right into his eyes, "why are you on his side?"

Eliot glanced into the man's eyes who knelt on his knees and was hypnotized by him.

"Why do you care?"

Eliot asked.

"Because vampires are his enemy."

The man wasn't in a proper state of mind and didn't know what he was saying otherwise he wouldn't speak a word and didn't let himself bring shame by being caught.

"Take the poison out of your tooth!"

Eliot approached him, grabbed his nape, and closed his face to him.

The man obeyed and after taking out the tooth, he passed out. His mouth filled with blood that teased Eliot but he controlled his fascination, his lust.

He grabbed the man's wrist and heaved him out of the forest, his blood was sketching line on the white snow. Eliot closed his eyes and they ran dark again, his fangs smaller.

"Wow, kiddo! You are fast."

Hux complimented.

Eliot tossed the man in front of his feet.

"I took out the tooth."

He notified him, his sight was on Wilmore. 

What was wrong with him? The prince asked himself if he could read minds then things were more pleasant to him.

Rave arrived at the square and saw many slew bodies there and people were sneaking out of their buildings. Whispering, buzzing.

"What should we do with them?"

Hux remarked.

"Burn this one, and throw the rest for the wolves to feast, tonight."

Wilmore answered coldly. It was the last alert, he would find them soon.. He bent and took the vial out of the man's hand and left there.

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