The Thrones' Abyss
Chapter 185: (185): Your Detested Desires
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The sky was dark, the young night was calm, and had a strong source of lights. The stars were glowing, twinkling at the settlers.
Wilmore made sure all of the men she brought with her ran unconscious and tossed them all before the cave's entrance door.
Livia was shivering, she slipped on the ground, Oliver grabbed her arm.
"Milady!"
The shadow of that disastrous werewolf stretched on them who could not breathe adequately, both ran pale.
Wilmore neared them, brushing his rage down to the deeps, his figure formed to the handsome but fierce figure. His black hair locks landed on his forehead. His sharp visions were twinkling winning the light servers overhead in the sky.
He clenched his fists, hung ice blades shaped above her now unconscious men. He exposed his fangs and his figure blocked the moon view for them.
"Sister! I see that you didn't take my warning seriously!"
His eyes drifted on that disgusting butler.
"Bryant, I leave this one to you."
"How dare you?" She shrieked, shaking, sweating.
"I was telling myself the same when you seized her life, then targeted me."
Oliver crawled back but hit a rock, his heart was about to hop out through his mouth, he was frightened.
Bryant looked as if a murky demon, his sword was naked, blinking light out, like a beast licking its lips. He wanted to take that tongue out of his mouth but unfortunately, he was allowed to peel only one piece.
"Your highness, what are you doing?"
His hands ran wide, relying on the rock to get up, the snow under his right hand sprinkled and pressed his left hand against the sharp point.
The swords dashed above and sliced the sharp point of the rock, small pieces sprinkled down, a hand was clung to it and a screech resounded in the mountain.
"Be glad that I did not get up on the wrong side of the bed," Bryant told him.
"Oliver, no!" Livia could do nothing, her numb shaky legs didn't allow her to move.
Blood was pouring out of Oliver's hand, painting the snow.
"Disgusting! Why everything about you is disgusting? Stop shouting!"
Wilmore yell out the last command, reaching his hand out of his body, he froze the man's wrist, to stop the bloodshed.
Oliver wiggled for his hand and picked it, yet moaning faintly like a wounded animal.
Livia shrieked once more, her face now was red, hot steam was blowing out of her head.
"Bryant, I will kill you!"
"Should I care?"
Bryant replied while approaching Wilmore, standing by his side. Livia glanced at the dribbling fresh blood on his sword.
"My allies would revenge my death!"
Wilmore burst out laughing, kneeling on one knee! He looked down, his hand moved ahead, to the flinching Livia, grabbing her chin, she thought he would now frizz her head.
"Livia, this is the place where I tamed the beast after five years of harsh attempts. I used to chain myself here like an animal."
Wilmore directed to Bryant's face, the deep scar that ruined his handsomeness.
"See, you asked many times that who had left that wound on this gorgeous face of Bryant!"
He paused, gritting his jaw! Directly looking into those greedy eyes of Livia.
She was trying to scream, but her voice was already frizzed in her dry throat. She should not have trusted this bastard, Bryant. He had a deep oath with Wilmore, he loved him madly. Wilmore was his true love and he had seen his suffering, handled tough days to keep him alive.
"Answer!" Wilmore yelled out.
A winter owl flew up a branch and escaped from that place. Shaking branches spattered snow down.
Her head rolled down but Wilmore grabbed her nape, forced her to watch, closing his left fist the blades dove to the men who escorted her. Blood leaked out underneath, washing the snow.
She closed her eyes, held her breath.
Wilmore let go of her and went to Bryant who shoved his sword to the sheath.
"Livia, control your detested desires because I might not be able to spare your life."
He jumped on his horse and with Bryant, they left the place. It was the only term of speech that she could understand because as it came clear the previous ethical treats never worked out as they should.
"Oliver, Can you move?"
He sneaked beside her and showed his frizzed hand and the other one that now was fastened between his coat.
"Bury that one, it can't be replaced."
The man was waiting for his hand to grow alive but it wasn't possible and went to obey his lady. Livia squeezed her palms on the ground and slid on her feet, watching her men that were slew in a blink of an eye. Wilmore bothered too much to hit them down, then kill them.
"He pleasured it, killing is a pleasure to him."
She scrambled to the cave, desperately with too much effort, entering that cold place that moonlit was supporting. The cave was vast but not too long.
She saw the nail marks and the thick chains that were locked to the walls. They were just young boys that made it out in here, even the best and cunning masters couldn't do it. She could've imagined him in this place, could hear his voice, his howls, she closed her eyes.
"He would kill Ryan to make me suffer."
She murmured to herself.
"What should we do?"
She found her shivering butler beside her.
"Nothing, we would do nothing for now. Let us see if he can come back from the south, alive."
"What about vampires?"
"They can wait."
Oliver scanned the place, he tasted the curse of this place to the bone. He was dying out of pain.
"Milady, let's leave."
He directed to his hand.
She opened her eyes and walked out and the butler after a short glance followed her.
They mounted up the horses that were standing down the trees.
After returning from the cave, Wilmore turned to Bryant, "when I am far, take care of Lady Luna. Kill all those who tend to harm her. Now go to my mother. Tell her what I have done to her loving daughter. Tell her this, 'I will do this to all those who tend to kill Luna or make her lose a strand of her hair. She is mine and I am tending to claim her. That foolish council better not to start a fight with me.' "
He galloped for the tower, now no one could dare to protest him for possessing Luna. After all of this, he didn't want to let anyone limit his power, he would teach them that how dangerous a killing machine could be. But he would also show them the power that no one should have taken advantage of.
Bryant watched him leave, he smirked, "Welcome back to reality, Wilmore Bolingtone."
He hit the flanks of the animal and rode to the palace.
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The sky was dark, the young night was calm, and had a strong source of lights. The stars were glowing, twinkling at the settlers.
Wilmore made sure all of the men she brought with her ran unconscious and tossed them all before the cave's entrance door.
Livia was shivering, she slipped on the ground, Oliver grabbed her arm.
"Milady!"
The shadow of that disastrous werewolf stretched on them who could not breathe adequately, both ran pale.
Wilmore neared them, brushing his rage down to the deeps, his figure formed to the handsome but fierce figure. His black hair locks landed on his forehead. His sharp visions were twinkling winning the light servers overhead in the sky.
He clenched his fists, hung ice blades shaped above her now unconscious men. He exposed his fangs and his figure blocked the moon view for them.
"Sister! I see that you didn't take my warning seriously!"
His eyes drifted on that disgusting butler.
"Bryant, I leave this one to you."
"How dare you?" She shrieked, shaking, sweating.
"I was telling myself the same when you seized her life, then targeted me."
Oliver crawled back but hit a rock, his heart was about to hop out through his mouth, he was frightened.
Bryant looked as if a murky demon, his sword was naked, blinking light out, like a beast licking its lips. He wanted to take that tongue out of his mouth but unfortunately, he was allowed to peel only one piece.
"Your highness, what are you doing?"
His hands ran wide, relying on the rock to get up, the snow under his right hand sprinkled and pressed his left hand against the sharp point.
The swords dashed above and sliced the sharp point of the rock, small pieces sprinkled down, a hand was clung to it and a screech resounded in the mountain.
"Be glad that I did not get up on the wrong side of the bed," Bryant told him.
"Oliver, no!" Livia could do nothing, her numb shaky legs didn't allow her to move.
Blood was pouring out of Oliver's hand, painting the snow.
"Disgusting! Why everything about you is disgusting? Stop shouting!"
Wilmore yell out the last command, reaching his hand out of his body, he froze the man's wrist, to stop the bloodshed.
Oliver wiggled for his hand and picked it, yet moaning faintly like a wounded animal.
Livia shrieked once more, her face now was red, hot steam was blowing out of her head.
"Bryant, I will kill you!"
"Should I care?"
Bryant replied while approaching Wilmore, standing by his side. Livia glanced at the dribbling fresh blood on his sword.
"My allies would revenge my death!"
Wilmore burst out laughing, kneeling on one knee! He looked down, his hand moved ahead, to the flinching Livia, grabbing her chin, she thought he would now frizz her head.
"Livia, this is the place where I tamed the beast after five years of harsh attempts. I used to chain myself here like an animal."
Wilmore directed to Bryant's face, the deep scar that ruined his handsomeness.
"See, you asked many times that who had left that wound on this gorgeous face of Bryant!"
He paused, gritting his jaw! Directly looking into those greedy eyes of Livia.
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"I was about to kill my brother. Why made you suppose that I will spare your life if you hurt my people?"She was trying to scream, but her voice was already frizzed in her dry throat. She should not have trusted this bastard, Bryant. He had a deep oath with Wilmore, he loved him madly. Wilmore was his true love and he had seen his suffering, handled tough days to keep him alive.
"Answer!" Wilmore yelled out.
A winter owl flew up a branch and escaped from that place. Shaking branches spattered snow down.
Her head rolled down but Wilmore grabbed her nape, forced her to watch, closing his left fist the blades dove to the men who escorted her. Blood leaked out underneath, washing the snow.
She closed her eyes, held her breath.
Wilmore let go of her and went to Bryant who shoved his sword to the sheath.
"Livia, control your detested desires because I might not be able to spare your life."
He jumped on his horse and with Bryant, they left the place. It was the only term of speech that she could understand because as it came clear the previous ethical treats never worked out as they should.
"Oliver, Can you move?"
He sneaked beside her and showed his frizzed hand and the other one that now was fastened between his coat.
"Bury that one, it can't be replaced."
The man was waiting for his hand to grow alive but it wasn't possible and went to obey his lady. Livia squeezed her palms on the ground and slid on her feet, watching her men that were slew in a blink of an eye. Wilmore bothered too much to hit them down, then kill them.
"He pleasured it, killing is a pleasure to him."
She scrambled to the cave, desperately with too much effort, entering that cold place that moonlit was supporting. The cave was vast but not too long.
She saw the nail marks and the thick chains that were locked to the walls. They were just young boys that made it out in here, even the best and cunning masters couldn't do it. She could've imagined him in this place, could hear his voice, his howls, she closed her eyes.
"He would kill Ryan to make me suffer."
She murmured to herself.
"What should we do?"
She found her shivering butler beside her.
"Nothing, we would do nothing for now. Let us see if he can come back from the south, alive."
"What about vampires?"
"They can wait."
Oliver scanned the place, he tasted the curse of this place to the bone. He was dying out of pain.
"Milady, let's leave."
He directed to his hand.
She opened her eyes and walked out and the butler after a short glance followed her.
They mounted up the horses that were standing down the trees.
After returning from the cave, Wilmore turned to Bryant, "when I am far, take care of Lady Luna. Kill all those who tend to harm her. Now go to my mother. Tell her what I have done to her loving daughter. Tell her this, 'I will do this to all those who tend to kill Luna or make her lose a strand of her hair. She is mine and I am tending to claim her. That foolish council better not to start a fight with me.' "
He galloped for the tower, now no one could dare to protest him for possessing Luna. After all of this, he didn't want to let anyone limit his power, he would teach them that how dangerous a killing machine could be. But he would also show them the power that no one should have taken advantage of.
Bryant watched him leave, he smirked, "Welcome back to reality, Wilmore Bolingtone."
He hit the flanks of the animal and rode to the palace.
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