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"Master? Where are we going?" The little vampire clung to Raziel's arm with a giddy look, excited by the thought of exploring the academy with the coven lord. As this is the first time he spent some time alone with Raziel outside the sleeping chambers.
"I just need a little help with something." Raziel chuckled as he pulls Rhydian closer, snaking his arm around the vampire's waist.
In a blink, Rhydian's surroundings turned dark. The sudden change made him wary, as he got a sniff of rusted metal and dry blood in the air. He glances at Raziel with questioning eyes, his senses heightened.
Just a second ago, the two of them were walking along the hallways. Ever since their encounter they are almost inseparable. Raziel would always call for Rhydian whenever he has time to spare. Whilst his most trusted orphans run the coven, Raziel Leor Nox has all the time in the world to spend with the little vampire. Little did Rhydian know, all those time spent with him is a part of the fallen prince's grand scheme.
"Curious?" Raziel tapped the little vampire's nose before making a gesture with his hand. Orbs of light floated revealing metal bars in front. The caged creatures hiss as they cover their eyes from the sudden brightness.
Rhydian gasps, burying himself further into his master's side. "H. . .how?" The raven haired boy glance at the familiar faces. "Hah?! You dare change kin?" Rhydian Night's body tremble as 10 vampires try to break through the metal bar while baring their fangs.
Ever since Raziel made the little vampire form a blood pact with him, Levant has been livid. As if obsessed with retrieving the raven haired teen, the King of Noxgimenos kept sending his people. Each day pass, a new vampire attempts to enter Raziel's protective dome. All their efforts are wasted as they all end up in the dungeon.
"Hush now." Raziel commanded while he forms a knuckle with his hand, making them shut their mouth by force. "Kneel." He added, bringing his knuckle down. A loud 'thump' resounded throughout the dark halls as they are forcibly brought to their knees.
The little vampire shuddered at the sight of 10 vampires looking at him with such hate. It's hard for him to see his former kin feel so much animosity towards him.
"Is this the one he wants?" Raziel asked with a cold voice making the child glance at him.
"You, speak." After a finger pointed towards the vampire with jet blue hair, he managed to let out a stifled 'yes'. "Why?" Raziel asked in a compelling voice. As if in a trance, he continued despite his struggles, "his majesty wants him back as soon as possible."
After hearing such an absurd demand Raziel let out a cruel stomach retching laugh, echoing within the confines of the dungeon.
Raziel Leor Nox glared at the kneeling vampires. 'Brother Levant you're forever self centered.' As a child, the youngest of the triplets always wanted what's best for his older brothers. So naïve, sweet, and kind. But now? Experience almost rotting in a coffin for 500 of years. See what kind of twisted monster you'll become. No one ever truly saw the darkness inside Raziel. He always succeeded in maintaining his façade.
At the moment, a glimpse has been exposed making everyone in the room shudder. In that split second, the row of vampire wished for this just to end. The intense aura felt like a thousand daggers to them.
Especially to the little raven haired teen beside the coven lord. The thick blood lust coming from Raziel felt suffocating. It's as if any minute now he'll drown in a deep abyss.
"Isn't this situation funny my dear? After ignoring you for decades? He has the audacity to demand you back? Aren't you just a little charmer?" Rhydian quietly observed his master with wide eyes. 'How could such a beautiful person carry such a cruel expression?' He thought as he hesitates to comfort the person in front of him.
Raziel's anger faltered as listen to the thoughts running through his kin's mind. "My dear Rhydian, do Levant value his people?" Despite knowing the answer to this, Raziel asked as he glances to his captives. Each shows a difficult expression as they struggle to break free from his binding spell.
"From what I experienced. . . yes, he does." Raziel raised a brow from this unexpected answer.
"Very well then. Due to my dear Rhydian, I'll send you guys back. . ." Raziel picked up Rhydian's wrist as he brings out a vial. "Drip some of your blood here. Let's give that brother of mine some."
Rhydian opened his mouth, trying to form a coherent sentence. The little vampire is at a loss. For their kind, allowing another to taste one's blood is a symbol of intimacy. "But. ." He managed to let out. Raziel frowned at his hesitation.
"You don't want? I just want him to realize you're not his anymore. A vampire's blood pact will not only change your kin, it will also affect the scent of your blood. Just like how these pesky vampires reek of Levant, you too, carry my scent." Turning the vial's top, Raziel let Rhydian hold the body.
"Y. . your scent?" Rhydian blushed as he clasp the crystal glass. "Just a drop will do my dear." Raziel finally let out a smile still glancing to the guys' expressions.
"Kalhil." Raziel called out making Kalhil appear in a span of seconds. After centuries of training, his orphans could detect his voice calling out to their name, immediately apparating to his exact location.
"Yes Ra. . ." Kalhil stopped as he glance around clearing out his throat, "My lord." He bowed. "I keep forgetting our storage's location. We need a box or a chest."
Kalhil nods as he brings out a box, making sure to also take out an arm chair for his master. As often as Kalhil manage to make things appear out of thin air. For witches, everything should have a source. Kalhil managed to make an incantation where he can pull out things he store from a certain place.
As soon as Raziel came out of his slumber, Kalhil showed his master his many achievements. This includes the 'storage' filled with his prized collections and antiques accumulated over the years. Using his incantation, he achieved an ability where he could pull out things he need in the storage no matter where he is. This of course pleased the ever doting Raziel.
"Such a sweet lad." The coven lord complimented as he takes a sit pulling Rhydian to his lap. The little vampire handed the vial with a drop of his blood to his master shyly.
"Now, let's prepare for your departure. You, with the dark blue hair. Your name?"
"K. . kassius," he gritted his teeth trying to stop himself from talking. Raziel tossed the vial towards the box Kalhil was holding, then gesturing for it to appear inside the cell.
"Blood from his former kin, and . . . a message brought by his current. Let's see, nine snakes would be enough to symbolize his betrayal. Hmm?" He laughed as he lightly slices his palm using his sharpened index nail to draw out blood.
Clenching his blood stained palm he stared at the row of vampires as he slowly change their form. A deafening shrill echoed from the chosen nine as the sound of their shifting bone filled the dungeon.
Rhydian, not wanting to see the gruesome transformation place his face on Raziel's chest. ' . . No, I'm sworn to master now. Those people abandoned me. It's too late.' He thought as he stops himself from crying.
After the full transformation Raziel placed the snakes inside the box, glancing at the sobbing mess. "Kassius, deliver that to him." With a flick of a hand the dark haired boy disappeared along with the box of snake.
"What's your plan Raziel?" Kalhil asked as he reaches for the bloody palm, carefully tending to the wound.
"Nothing's change. That was just child's play. I never provoked them before, this is the first ti-" Suddenly the box returned with a 'thump' as if it's thrown back into the dome causing it to spill its contents.
Rhydian gasped, glancing to Raziel and Kalhil. "T. . . that's. It's not. . ." He tried to reason as he grabbed the hem of Raziel's robe.
"In the end, he never cares for everyone but himself." Raziel clenched his teeth as he watches the blood spill out of the box. Remnants of the kin turned snake rolled out causing a mess inside the cell.
"A child throwing a tantrum." He sighed as he hold his temple, helplessly staring at the gruesome aftermath.
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