Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 138: BloodBath

Cain was barely able to get a few minutes of sleep before he simply settled for lying awake as he stumbled out of bed, settling instead into the chair by the window as he stared out of it. It had only been about a month, yet he had completely forgotten just how strong the pain he had endured was as he realized how weak he was to it. His bones ached like they had been soaked and submerged into molten lava, and they were slowly melting.

Once or twice, he caught his eyes flashing red and couldn’t help but wonder if it was the effects of not taking the red potion or the side effects of having taken it for so long. He had long realized that although the red potion helped him turn back to human instead of suffering from the lack of sleep every night, it also made him feel very irrational during the day.

To think my uncle would ever do anything that doesn’t serve him! Convinced that the potion’s only purpose was definitely not only to help him, considering it hadn’t been that long since he attacked his uncle hard enough to make him bleed. If I wanted him dead, he would have already been dead.

Even as he sat on the chair with the sun on his face and the pain thrumming through his every pore, Cain was reminded of just why he had desperately wanted to let loose and burn the mansion to the ground. The constant pain had been enough to make him want to give up and take everyone and everything to hell with him. Sitting there, the thoughts returned with twice the tenacity, and Cain couldn’t help but wonder why he was struggling so much to keep his demons caged up.

Revenge? The one he truly wanted revenge against was the witch; if not, his uncle would have already been rotting six feet in a hole after he had made him chew on his own eyeballs.

Living wasn’t anything enjoyable, and he had never seen the need for it since he would rather prefer to meet his family on the other side.

Love? he asked himself, even as he chuckled in mockery to himself as he raised his head to the sky and stared at it. Could a monster like him ever feel love? The reason he wasn’t going around tearing the districts up looking for her was because, deep within him, he was convinced that Violet probably found a way to escape! novelbuddy.cσ๓

It wasn’t like he had given her much of a choice when he had ordered that she stay with him if she wanted her family to live... worse, he almost killed her. What kind of person would go as far as to stay with someone that was seconds away from snapping their neck?

I guess even the goddess got things mixed up when she decided to assign someone like me a mate! he thought to himself with a wry smile as he stretched out his hand to grab the bottle he had placed in front of him and poured it into the glass cup in front of him, not surprised to find out that the bottle was almost completely empty even as he filled his cup up and placed the bottle back on the stool beside him.

"Everyone leaves..." he mumbled under his breath to himself with a crude grin on his face.

Slowly, he raised the cup to his lips. Cain downed and swallowed the entire thing in one gulp, even as a cruel and mad look slowly crept onto his face. He chuckled to himself, his gaze on the bright afternoon sun, staring straight at it without flinching as he toyed with the cup in his hand, his fingers rolling around the rim of it, still slicked with wine.

The next second, he flung it, watching it crash against the transparent pane of glass in front of him, leaving a dent as he slowly got on his feet. Right after, he changed out of the robes he wore into more formal clothes, which he wore when he was going out of his way to put on a tie—which he almost never did, even when dressing up—humming a tune under his breath as he did so until he was fully dressed, going as far as to put on leather shoes before directing his gaze to the door.

"One should dress properly when going to lunch!" he mumbled under his breath as he adjusted his tucked-in shirt and his sleeves before striding steadily towards the door with a soft smile on his face and a lost expression, like his mind was somewhere else even as he walked forward. He stepped out of the room, closing the door gently behind him, almost like he was trying not to hurt the door, before making his way downstairs.

His steps steady as he went, but he hadn’t even gotten to the bottom of the stairs when his golden-brown eyes immediately turned red in both eyes as his body shifted, clothes tearing into utter bits, bones breaking loudly as he morphed into his wolf form, whose size and aura looked more like a monstrous beast than any animal alive.

His four huge limbs had just settled on the ground when he shot forward like a bullet, snatching up the servant closest to him with his jaws, like a human would pick up an ant, crushing him into half with ease as blood smeared the sides of his mouth and crunching sounds filled the air.

Yet, it still took a couple of seconds before others around noticed what had just happened, but by then, it was already too late as he spat the body in his jaws out like paper and picked up another with the same ease. The humans among them were the ones who died first, as werewolves immediately noticed and shifted, dashing away as fast as they could... still, it didn’t matter.

Cain was hunting, and a hunter didn’t always have to kill their prey; disabling it was enough, and that was what he did, crushing legs before dashing towards the next target and the next... the moment he was sure that they couldn’t run or startle the others. His goal was clear—they would all die, and to them, he would bring nothing but death.

Why? Cain had asked himself, and the only answer he found was good enough. Their presence annoys me! Cain had decided even as he dashed, with the blink of an eye, from one corner to another, killing everyone he found until his dark fur was coated red.

Dashing into the servant quarters had been troublesome, considering their numbers, but still, he had left nothing but bodies and blood in his wake, killing anything that so much as breathed until it became hard to find anyone.

His mind was in a haze, but not enough that he wasn’t aware of what he was doing, considering the fact that he had been the one to willingly hand over the reins to his beast. Kill them! Kill them all! he had ordered, still looking around when his mind instantly went to Ravon, who should have been number one on his list, and Fiona, considering she was Eldric’s daughter. Eldric wouldn’t care about her, but he would be annoyed at her death, and that was enough for Cain, who instantly darted back through the route he took with the intention of heading straight to Ravon’s office first.

But he had just changed direction when he spotted someone, someone he recognized, to be Frank—the head of his elite guards who had served him for decades since he was a child... yet the voice of his beast only became much louder.

Kill him! Kill everyone!