Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 38: The Vampire Prince

(Volsra; The Vampire Kingdom in the West Continent)

In a distant village on the corner of Volsra, the silence of death prevailed. Vultures circled the grey skies above ready to swoop in and tear the flesh from the multiple giant X’s. The flayed human corpses were nailed on them, their horrible stench saturated the cold air. The blood still dripped from their corpses, soiling the soil in its vermilion hue.

Their hearts had been removed and some even had their blood drained out.

The handful of the human population, which mainly consisted of scared children, wailing women, and crippled old men, had been gathered in the centre of the village’s meeting ground. freewёbnoνel.com

Silent cries jerked the hearts of the weak but the young vampire standing near one of the erected X’s had no mercy in his heart. His silky raven hair with a single red streak had a flare as they flowed right down to his shoulders.

Those vermilion eyes which roamed the corpses and then the people he had spared held nothing but malice and wickedness. The smile playing on his sharp lips was nothing short of cruel, almost predatory.

His skin was richly white like the fresh snow, and similar to that snow, it lacked any warmth that might exist. The coldness extended to his unbeating heart.

The long crimson coat he adorned with gold buttons and chains screamed royalty as it kissed his lower legs. Even his undertunic was of rich silk and his boots had no spec of dust.

There was this ghastly unearthly attraction about him due to his extremely sharp features. They appeared to have been carved to an unnerving perfection.

The way he carried himself made others take a step back. No one dared to stare in his sharp eyes, it was unsettling.

Extending his slender index fingers he poked one of the corpses. The blood drops clung to his skin. Extracting it he plopped it into his mouth and tasted it before speaking in a low baritone of a dangerous voice. It caused terror in the hearts of the hearer.

"I hope the lesson has been learnt." His cunning eyes darted to the group of people huddled together. He held a disinterest, even for the young maidens he had left alive.

"We have, please forgive us," one of the elderly men begged with his wrinkled hands pressed together. His wisdom-adorned eyes shimmered with unshed tears. One of the flayed men on X’s was his son.

Every abled male in the village was drained of blood, slaughtered and flayed right in front of their families. They had dared to rise against the Vampire Monarch and asked for freedom. Collaborating with some rogue mages they had tried an uprising to free their village from the hold under the monarch.

Every village, city and town in the kingdom of Volsra was required to offer human blood slaves for the capital. Failing to do so resulted in severe punishments and total annihilation.

"Next time you think of an uprising and freedom, remember I will even bury your souls." Rich darkness, which made their bones rattle, was deeply ingrained in his voice. A few whimpers were let out but no one dared raise his or her voice.

"We won’t, Prince Kanyon," the old man sniffled.

Prince Kanyon Asligh flipped his fingers and the men of his royal army gathered. Their heavy footsteps banged against the ground as he ordered in his raspy voice.

"Time to head out."

They quickly brought his steed, mounting it, the vampire threw one final hypnotising look at the people he was leaving behind and then galloped away, his hair bouncing behind him.

His father and brother will be returning from Speldaria soon, and hopefully, there will be news of Kamyn’s marriage.

Unlike his elder brother, Kanyon had no interest in women and marriage. It was the power that made his head swim. Being born of a vampire father and a witch mother, vampiric powers and an insurmountable amount of magic flowed through his veins.

***

The Vampire King, Drudius Asligh, sat fuming in his massive throne room. He had returned a day ago from the Kingdom of Speldaria, where he had lost his eldest son, Prince Kamyn, to that abomination of a shifter.

The scene was so fresh in his crimson eyes that he wished to scream in rage. His bony hand studded with rings tapped the mahogany-shaded globe-like structure at the end of his throne’s arm.

His armed guards and commanders lined both sides of the grand throne room. The burnt remains of his son had been placed in a redwood coffin and lay in the centre as everyone mournfully stared at it.

Drudius was waiting for his second son. He had been away on a mission to restore peace in territories which were threatening to rise against the kingdom.

The horn sounded outside announcing the arrival of Prince Kanyon. The clattering of footsteps outside alerted Drudius and his grief-stricken eyes wavered to the grand doors.

They were thrown open and his gallant son majestically entered. The triumphant smile on his handsome face instantly dropped sensing the bereft atmosphere of the room.

The questions brimmed in his eyes as he dragged them to his father and then dropped them towards the red coffin with their family crest on it. His throat instantly dried up from the implications it held.

Taking large strides he reached the coffin and flipped it open. A silent gasp escaped him as his eyes found the charred remains of his brother. The royal red costume he had been donned in revealed his identity to Kanyon.

The magic inside of him roared like an angry serpent; it pulsed at the edges and threatened to spill out, wrecking to destroy everything in its path, seeing the burnt corpse of his brother.

"Who? Who did this?" His voice rumbled at the dangerous octaves, the glass panes of the large red-hued windows shook from them, a few cracked like spider webs appearing on them. His magic was on the cusp of letting loose and burst out in full force. His eyes blazed with unfathomable fury.

"Alpha Of Dusartine! Apparently, he can shapeshift into a dragon. Your brother lost to him in the arena and he burnt him in front of everyone."

Kanyon straightened his spine as if a stick had been stuck in it and stood erect. Turning to face his father, he shoved the uncontrollable magic down into the deepest darkest pits of his stomach. It purred inside of him wishing to get out and scorch something.

"This means war and I am going to burn and destroy everything he loves and holds dear."

The sharpness of his voice was like the blade of a sword which peeled the skin and seeped into the bones of others, making them shudder.

Drudius leaned back into his chair, his face ashen as he answered his younger son.

"I expect nothing less from you Kanyon. It’s on your shoulders to avenge your brother now."

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