The Demon's Soul

Luke’s POV:

Taking a seat, I crossed my legs lazily. I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear it from his very mouth.

"Working for someone," he replied shortly making me grin wide. Victor raised an eyebrow in question to my change of mood.

"And who might that be, kind Sir?" I asked him and saw him gulp not opening his mouth to answer, "Speak up, I don’t have all day to entertain you. I’m a busy man," I said glancing at the wall clock.

"I was told by the lady who goes by the name Savannah who belongs to the Dragon kingd-"

"Wasn’t she the one linked to Canrart?" Charlie asked cocking his head to a side.

"Well, that explains most of it," I said getting up.

Savannah was a high sorceress who once dated Canrart but it lasted less than two months. Like most of the conning people she came off as a sweet, attractive woman who cared for the people around her but she couldn’t hold on to the image she had posed to be.

Her intentions were quite obvious. She wanted the crown and I couldn’t have that. I played the game she had started and kicked her out of the kingdom like a useless pawn.

"Whose Savannah?" Victor questioned looking at Charlie.

"Unwanted pests," I muttered glancing at my watch. Wonder if Lillian has regained consciousness, I thought to myself. I couldn’t wait to go back home with her, I grinned thinking about it.

"What are we going to do with them?" Charlie asked no one in particular.

"Execution is a good idea," I said rubbing my chin playfully and saw the physician’s eyes widen in panic.

"You gave your word to lower my punishment," the man said frantically.

"That’s too much of work," Victor replied ignoring the man’s words with a frown.

"I guess," I said thoughtfully. Gathering women and men for the execution to take place is going to take time. Turning towards the man I spoke, "Should have thought it through before trying to piss me off by lying."

As I walked out of the door I heard the man spasm, his breathing was getting shallower with every passing tick of the time. In no time he would internally start bleeding, so much that even a vampire would take time to catch up with the damage caused to one’s body.

Coming to a halt, I looked at the man reflecting from the glass case that was on the wall. Dark eyes peering back at me.

"It has been long since I last you," I said placing my right hand next to the glass case.

A strange voice of gibberish words was uttered which were heard and understood only by me. It had become part of me, the dark entity that had stuck along with me for years. An entity that would go with the influence of my mind.

Killing a fellow dragon-like Ace wasn’t easy as dragons were strong creatures. People thought it to be a gift or witchcraft at times when I could kill without touching anyone. No one knew about its existence and I preferred to keep it that way.

"Good to know your still there," I muttered hearing someone’s footsteps behind, my eyes began turning back to the original dark green color of my eye.

"That’s gross, Luke. A little heads up to the scene would be appreciated next time," I heard Charlie say behind me.

I grinned widely as we made our way through the deserted corridors. David, the other one that was tied up in the room would be dealt by Victor however he pleased. I was done here. The woman who tried to pull strings behind the curtain was unaware of her useless puppets and was of no concern of mine for now.

"What did you do with the girl’s body?" I wasn’t sure if we were going to bury her here or back in the Presaxil kingdom were her family was.

Charlie had found Emma’s body lying dead behind the horse shed covered in hay. The physician had already done his deed of transmitting the venom of crossbreeds in her veins but it must have gone wrong else we would be having Emma trying to rip our throats out.

"I’ve put her in your car trunk. By the way, I’ll be hitching a ride with you guys," he said and I raised my brow in question. Charlie wasn’t someone who was fond of the witch-kingdom, "I’m supposed to personally deliver a package to the council," and I nodded not prying my thoughts on it.

By the time of noon, Lillian had gained conscious. She hadn’t separated from Marc since then, probably at the thought of keeping him in sight so that I didn’t kill him when she wasn’t around by calling it an accident. I smiled at the thought. I hadn’t forgotten about her friend turning into a half crossbreed but something was different when compared to the others I had come across.

Marc seemed to be in control when he had transformed, such a waste that the physician had to die that way. I would have offered him a good job back in the kingdom.

We stood next to the car as we bid goodbye to Victor and few of the Syrian people who Lillian had befriended in the kingdom when I saw someone from the corner of my eyes.

Jamien pulled a trolley of suitcase behind him as he marched towards the car. Victor’s eyes narrowed when he turned to see what I was looking. No matter how cunning the elder brother was he had a brother complex when it came to Jamien.

"I’m coming too," Jamien said placing his suitcase next to the open door of the car.

Not a few seconds later a bark was heard from the castle indicating he was coming along too while Victor had a look that said he wasn’t going to let his little brother go just like that.