Chapter 259: (259): Alovena (1)

~ Jorsa, the capital of Alovena...

"How ominous this night is!" King Rozen stated, standing on his balcony. The rain finally ceased and two days had passed since he buried his wife. Air streamed out of his mouth.

A chill air filled the room and rushed into his skin, crawling through his body, erupting into his head. She was here, eventually came to respond the satisfaction.

He turned back, the inhuman and magically beautiful vampire lady was there. Her straight long white strands lay on either side. His voice miffed in his throat.

"Were you waiting for me?" Her voice was as cold and soft as the first breeze in winter.

"I... I saw you in my dreams. Is this real?"

She smiled, a stark spark of light flashed in her red eyes. He was handsome but couldn't keep his tummy flat. Anyway, she did not care.

"I did," she waited for him to approach. 

He reached his hand out and touched her pale cold skin. His eyebrows creased.

"You are alone."

The King blurted.

"I am, would you join me? I just want to see the land I was born in to be strong and accept my kind."

The King gently blinked, he was mesmerized by her beauty. A missing emotion jolted in him.

"Count me in," his fingers landed on the thin lace on her shoulder, his lips landed on hers. Her taste was delicious as if he was drinking a cold wine that was scented by snow.

The woman kissed him deeply, her hands caressed his cheeks then traveled under his robe. The King knew what she was about to do, her touch already slaved him to the apex of an unknown hell, he craved more, his finger smoothly untied the strip behind her and shoved the lace down.

Rolling on the bed, skin touched skin, heat kissed cold, they entered each other, hunger drowned them on the sheets, and the king was lost in lust, aroused by her magic, her fangs grew and dove into his neckline.

The King felt a sharp pleasant pain, it even aroused him more when she sucked his blood. Tons of memories of ancient eras flooded into his head, things that his soul had experienced in his past life, the white beautiful Griffin faerie who landed near his cottage, flames, blood, war, and death. All of those memories were provoked during the blood-sucking process.

"Lillian," he called her name. 

Her eyes widened and she drove back, two lines appeared on her forehead, looking at the man down there, spread on the bed, she paced her pushing up and down, feeling his hand squeezing her back.

"How do you know me?" She moaned.

The King gripped her arm tightly and pushed her to his arms.

"How could you forget me, my Lily?"

Lillian didn't move, licked the blood on her lips, the scent of blood was unfamiliar, what was happening, it couldn't be her beloved. The prophecies said that his reincarnation would be in Jodian, three hundred years ago! She couldn't believe this, no one knew her name, no one had this clue.

His warm breath kissed her neck, she needed to check again. Flashing back, her fangs dove to his neck again and she screamed inwardly. The man didn't stop her, unlike it, he embraced the woman and let her intake his blood to reach those memories that were hidden in his abyss.

She saw it, tears after thousands of years formed in her eyes and her heart began to pound. She drew back, shivering, heaving for her dress like a silhouette, wearing the thin lace.

"It is not possible, you can't be him." She was terrified, almost shouted.

The King didn't move and just leaned back on his bed, wearing a smile.

"I used to think that my dreams are just a bunch of illusions to drive me mad. But they were actually reviving the past life I spent with this woman."

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Lillian just stared at him while the blood was still on her lips, drying. She was frozen, couldn't even blink as the words were resonating in her head.

"What had happened to my long-lost love? It seems that I had begged a lot to the gods to let me be with you but see! You made a vow with the devil."

She was speechless, "I..." She couldn't say that she fell for the devil and became his mistress.

"You know that soon I will be a vampire, like you, don't you?"

She stepped backward, what did she just do? She gave him the memories of the ancient era and Lucifer never mentioned this. She used to think that the king of Jodian was Kameron, her love. The man she loved when she was still a faerie.

The King let out a slight sigh, touching his neck, the bulky man got out of his bed.

"What are you up to do Lillian? Those magicians who work for me are your valets now, aren't they?"

She had nothing to say, he knew it.

He picked his robe and approached her, "Do you know that I am thirty-five years old, now and I have a runaway son? I had a wife? While in my previous life I was just a simple farmer and died before having all of these, exactly in the same age! Time repeats itself."

She swallowed, when his mouth neared her, "you will have a child from me, after bedding many men to have it, finally, destiny brought us together."

She jolted, he had seen many things in his dreams, it wasn't from Lucifer so there was only one person who aided him with the goods, muse Luna.

"What do you feel now?" It was all she asked.

"We couldn't be loyal to our love, but I want you to become my Queen!"

"You know that I can't."

"Then I will make you mine. Xavier, the king of Jodian, and his son Tristan! I will kill them all."

"You have a son already."

"He abandoned me and the throne I was going to offer him."

She gazed at him blankly, "why didn't you stop me, when you knew everything?"

"I've missed you, it took me thousands of years to return."

She was certain that dark magicians had done something so he could find out that his dreams were his past life. But why couldn't she discover it while she bit him beforehand, these damn magicians were playful, they had fulfilled his wish, and they were always playing with her. That was why he snapped at her, saying that they were her valets.

"Let me think." She clenched her fist, he let her bite him deliberately. He gamed her with that sacrifice that summoned her.

The King grabbed her arm, putting a squeeze on it, "You are mine, now that I have power, even the devil can't take you away. Lillian, make your mind and join me or I will kill all those vampires you made through time, if love did this to you, then I will make certain love ruins all of it." He murmured near her head, his breath was hot yet, stroked her skin.

She closed her eyes, she was still dazed and couldn't think well, seeped in astonishment. This was not like the prophecy. Her eyes desperately drifted on him, "I'm still shocked." She was panting, couldn't find air to breathe.

"Lillian, if I realize that you had bedded another man to reach power, from now on, you assume yourself being burned with me in the hell."

King Rozen menaced.

"Leave now!" He dismissed her in a mellow tone, tugged with a light smile.

Lillian found that his soul had suffered too extensively that made his hunger to be perceived.

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