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Raz coyly bit his lower lip as he tugs the strap of his hood, inwardly groaning as he saw the lust in Levant's eyes. His hand stops lowering his hood along with his upper clothing, revealing a slight peek of his shoulder blade.

"M. . . master?" He shyly meets the dirty gaze, daring to close the distance between them. "May I?" He asked, hovering over Levant's lips earning an approving scoff from the king. Raz softly place a finger on each side of the king's temple while whispering 'relax'. As the king did so, the coven lord successfully traps his majesty's consciousness in a mind bending spell.

Currently, 'Raz' and Levant is having the time of their immortal lives. The king, trapped in his own sexual fantasy, shuddered in delight. Raziel widens his eye, repulsed by this, jumping off in a speed of light. As his butt lands on the end side of the bed, he glares at the lusty state his brother is in, not even wanting to know what kind of sexual escapade he is having.

"Who's the fool now?" He asked, disgusted by the 'king'. Raziel distanced himself as he uncomfortably glances at that bothersome sight. 'It' stands tall as if mocking him. Sighing, he grabbed a pillow throwing it to that spot.

Levant moaned loudly as the pillow cover him, desperately grinding against it. Raziel's eyes twitch wanting to escape this scene. 'No, be patient Raziel. You can do this.' He urged himself placing his palm over Levant's blank eyes. His face contorted in disgust as if he is touching trash.

"Now, let's unveil some dirty laundry."

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"What of the subjects' reaction?" Levant asked in a lazy tone as he stares at his gold embellished nails.

"Answering your question, second prince, our rumor successfully reached the whole country. They all overheard prince Raziel portrayed as a ruthless royal blood who beats and sleeps with his aides no matter the gender." Levant's line of sight landed at the kneeling figure, his head lowered.

Levant scoffed, "lift your head Heinle-"

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Raziel pulled back his hand, snapping out of the memory.

"Heinley?!" His entire being shook by that piece of information. Not only did his brother ruin his reputation, but he also covets his lover?

'Here I thought Heinley joined your side after my demise. To think he already serves you even back then. It's all a lie?' Raziel trembled as he place his palm back over Levant's eye.

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Levant scoffed, "Lift your head, Heinley. What of your personal mission. Nothing worked?" Heinley shakes his head no.

"If I may my prince, the demi-god blood must've nulled my advances. A mere mortal couldn't completely pierce through his skin, none of my lethal incantations worked. It all results to a simple scratch or little bleeding. Not completely lethal."

"Using his curses? Witches have their own weakness, even vampires and werewolves."

"None worked, my prince."

"What if we. . . . how about you mix them together?"

"Does my ears deceive me. Levant Adaire Nox! Y. . you!" Levant gasped quickly turning to see an old man wearing a crown, his hand clutching his scepter.

"Heinley!" Levant stood up with a fright gesturing for Heinley to do something. The king opened his mouth as if to yell at his second son, but Heinly flicked an unknown sachet aiming it at the small opening. Zephyrus Nox chocked clutching his neck.

"What did you. . . Father!" Levant dashed to catch the king into his hold. "Is it working?" Heinley asked in a calm manner.

"You fool! What did you toss. . ." "The concoction I made for the youngest prince."

"Why are you so composed?! Hahhhhhh. T. . this," Levant began laughing hysterically as he watch his father clutch his neck gasping for air.

"I always wanted your affection, father." He caressed the wrinkled skin in his hold. "You've done so much, but to think the king has fallen because of a mere aide's concoction."

"This is the poison I made with a witch's weakness: dust from a fallen star."

"It seems to be working well." Levant remarked nonchalantly as he studies his father's face. "Looks like he's almost. Oh, he stopped breathing. Hah, mortal life." Levant snapped his finger ordering Heinley to transport the king back to his chambers with them.

"Hah. Now how do we clean your mess." Levant glanced around the room as he cross his arms, leaving the king's cold body sprawled on the floor.

"Let's just blame that fool." Levant chuckled, "Where do you usually mix your poisons?"

"My prince, I usually lace the flower petals I pick up for his refreshment."

"Hah. That foolish glutton. I see, go back to his side and urge him to send some for father. I'll pretend father and I are having some discussions."

**"Brother!" Levant's frantic screams jolt Anhwar awake from his afternoon nap. "How  many times do I have to tell you no-" "Father's dead!"

"What?!"

"He ate some flower petals Raziel gave and he. . ." The eldest sprung up to his feet, running at full speed towards the majesty's chambers, Levant closely following his speed.

"Father?!" Anhwar kneeled. "Levant how? Father, he . . . ."

"Raziel must badly want to sit on that throne." Levant mumbled as if in passing, however, he actually aware of his brother's heightened sense of hearing, taking advantage of this. He smirked as he saw Anhwar's growing hostility.

"We shall avenge you father." Anhwar sobbed, completely believing his brother's claims.

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Raziel hyperventilates drawing back his hand as if scalded by hot fire, glaring at the moaning Levant, his finger nails extends into a sharp weapon. He slowly lowered his finger aiming at the neck.

"Let's just end this. You don't deserve to live. You guys killed father and blame it on ME?" With all his might Raziel slashed the flesh, expecting the blood to splutter. To his dismay his slash glow in bright light, not even a scratch marked on the skin.

"Is this why you needed Heinley? Have you ever attempted to kill me back then? What have I ever done to you brother?" He clasped the neck with both his hand, trying with all his might.

"Why do you hate me so?" Raziel sobbed uncontrollably as he strangles the neck of the person below him. Eyes blurred by the stream of tears, he nonetheless caught that bright light shielding the flesh from his abuse.

The light burned hot as he refuse to let go. He clenched his teeth as he shouts in frustration.

"Why brother?"