“That boy is back again,” Emeriel overheard someone mutter. Then, in a louder voice, the male called out, “Come here, slaves.”
Emeriel wished he could pretend not to be the one summoned. However, with all those eyes fixed on him, he couldn’t afford such a mistake.
He walked towards the male and stood before the table. “Good day, sirs,” he greeted everyone at the table.
The Urekai male’s large hand reached for his cheek and cradled it, frowning. “For a male, you have ridiculously soft skin.”
Hands groped his buttocks, touching and squeezing as if they had every right to do so.
Emeriel swallowed his revulsion, his body tense with the effort not to react.
“Yeah, you’re right, Cypher. He’s pretty soft, and that skin… as pale and beautiful as alabaster,” one of them cheered. “Hey, slave, get down on your knees. You’re going to suck me off.”
Cypher glared at the other male. “Back off, Ralph. This one is mine.”
He turned back to Emeriel. “Get on your knees. I think the boys would be happy to see you suck cock. But if you’re going to suck cock, it sure as hell will be mine.”
“But I’m needed in the cellar. I have to go inside-“
“You don’t need to do anything except what we tell you,” Cypher threatened, his eyes filled with rage. “If you don’t want me to cut off your tongue, you’ll do as I ask. Right. Now.”
Emeriel’s knees hit the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man roughly groping Amie, another pair of hands on her breasts.
With trembling hands, Emeriel reached for Cypher’s breeches.
“Emeriel! Amie! To the cellar now!” Slave Master Boris’s voice boomed in the air.
Emeriel snatched his hands back, quickly standing up. He had never been so relieved to hear his voice before.
“We’re having fun, Boris,” Cypher growled.
“Not with my slaves, and not now. We’re short-handed. They’re needed in the cellar,” Boris firmly reinstated. “Unless you gentlemen aren’t ready to get your ales as you want them.”
Grumbling discontentedly, they released Emeriel and Amie, and the two hurried towards the cellar. Inside, Master Gaine sat mixing drinks, his brow furrowed. “You’re late.”
“They weren’t. The fellows wanted a piece of them,” Master Boris said before they could speak.
“Stupid old fools.” Master Gaine grunted, continuing to mix ale with cider. “Emeriel, get in here and help with this. Amie, go out and serve more customers.” They got to work without further delay.
“Just drop the food in and get out, Clay,” the soldier ordered outside the metal gates of the forbidden chambers.
“I simply want to get a closer look at it. Besides, it is crouched lazily behind the barricade. I have always wondered what the grand king looked like up close.” His friend inched closer, daring to press his face to the gate. “Creator, his beast is magnificent.”
“You have only worked here for months. Take advice from soldiers who have been here before you-you do not want to be standing so close to that beast.”
“Pfft. It is not as dangerous as you all make it out to be, Sage.” Clay waved him off. “Wow, his talons are much more prominent than I’ve ever seen. Perhaps he will-“
An eerie sound rang through the air.
Sage turned around to face the chamber, a chill sliding down his body at the sight before him.
The beast stood in the center of the room, licking the blood off its hand.
Clay’s lifeless body lay in one corner, while his head, torn from his neck, bled in another.
Sage stood frozen, unable to move.
The beast’s yellow eyes fixed upon him, and he found the strength to bolt.
He ran through the haunting corridors of the forbidden chambers, making his way towards Blackstone. Grand Lord Vladya had sternly instructed them to inform him of incidents like this.
Sage arrived at the ruler’s door and announced himself.
GRAND LORD VLADYA
With his soldiers trailing behind him, Lord Vladya made his way to the southern wing. “I reckon his food is already on the floor. Have the cook serve a new meal. I want it quickly delivered to the forbidden chambers.”
“As you wish, Your Highness,” the guard bowed, then hastened away.
When Vladya reached the forbidden chambers, the meal was indeed on the floor, covered in blood. The beast was back behind its barricades, staring at him with lazy eyes. An amateur might mistake it for nonchalance, but Lord Vladya knew better. It was deceiving its prey, silently hunting, waiting to pounce.
“Leave us,” he commanded.
Bowing slightly, the soldiers departed.
“Is this one of those days you refuse to eat?” Vladya asked, eyeing the beast.
“You do remember that while the blood sustains us as Urekai, we still need food, right?” And Vladya needed him to consume those herbs.
After Daemonikai turned feral, Vladya had spent a fortune on thousands of herbs.
According to the mages, some were meant to clear the mind, soothe and calm, reduce madness, and provide solace.
Some diminished the beast’s power, giving the male form greater control.
He had thought that by administering all those herbs, pills, and potions, Daemonikai’s mind would miraculously return.
Grand Lord Vladya snorted.
Of course, now he finally accepted how fruitless and futile it was. But old habits die hard.
So, even after all these centuries, he still procured supplies of those herbs and made sure the beast consumed them regardless.
A soldier arrived with the tray of food.
“Place it there,” Vladya pointed at a corner, his eyes not straying from the beast.
When they were alone again, Vladya bared his neck, gritting his teeth as he did so. His beast roared and raged inside him. “We do NOT submit to anyone!”
Within seconds, the beast emerged from its barricades and stood before Vladya. After sniffing him, the beast snorted and backed away.
Vladya brought in the large tray consisting of all kinds of steak and just a few vegetables.
Minutes passed while Vladya waited patiently, but the beast simply ignored the food. He tried everything he could, but the beast ended up spurning it.
An hour and four plates later, Vladya knew there was no escaping it. If he wanted the beast to eat, he needed to exhaust it.
Fighting ferals was never a wise course of action, but it was the only way. With a resigned deep breath, Vladya allowed his beast to surface.
Two Urekai alpha beasts now faced each other. Huge. Domineering. While one reeked of aggression, the other was placating.
They bumped heads together, and then the fight began. The feral fought to kill, while the other defended, actively engaging the feral.
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