Chapter 46 The monster
Chapter 47: The monster
Minutes later
Somewhere deep in the forest… minutes later
An unnatural clearing was made, just like a giant palm.o the gods that slammed in the middle of the forest, creating a different landmark from the dense canopy of trees that surrounded the clearing. But that was not the only unnatural phenomenon in the clearing.
There was a boy who stood unmoving in the middle of the destruction all around him. Trees were uprooted from its roots, and tall giant trees were all broken from their stump. It was like a bulldozer had ravaged the surroundings, but there was no sign of any bulldozers.
Nor any sound of fighting whatsoever.
The rogues who had surrounded the boy were now scattered all over the place, unmoving. And dead as rock.
Limbs twisted at unnatural angles. Some had their neck snapped, while one particular one was hanged on a tree with nothing but an arrow protruding from its mouth. Blood soaked the soil in a mile radius.
And at the center of all the carnage and destruction that would make the devil sigh in amazement, stood Milo.
Or what resembled milo.
He stood barefoot. With a vacant look in his eyes, head bowed. His once soft features were gone, replaced by a cold look and a lifeless stare.
His white hair seemed to have gotten even whiter, with flecks of gold in it. It kept floating slightly, as if it was being lifted by an invisible force. His body continued to glow with golden pulses of light that rippled through his once tender skin like molten lava. Veins curled like spiderwebbed up his arms and neck.
He looked so pure and mythical, like the angel of death.
At that moment, the sound of metal boots crunching on the leaves echoed through the quiet surroundings.
Milo's ears twitched, a low, deep warning inhuman growl rattled from his chest.
Damon came out first, flanked by four of his warriors. He had taken with him to look for Milo, but what he was not expecting was to come to see this.
All of them froze like they had seen a ghost. The hair at their back stood in attention as their eyes behold the surroundings.
One of the warriors unconsciously reached for his blade, while another began shifting halfway, his fangs and claws ready for any emergency attack.
“What in god's name happened here?” one of them shivered.
“Milo?” Damon called gently.
The boy didn’t answer.
His head lifted slowly, and his glowing yellow emotionless eyes met theirs.
The guards staggered back. They felt like they had looked into the eyes of the deepest part of hell.
One of them hissed, “He’s possessed! That’s not normal, my king, we should…”
“MILO!” Damon barked, louder this time.
Milo's head finally snapped in his direction. And immediately, the air that had gone cold suddenly heated up.
And a low growl tore from Milo’s throat. His fingers clenched, claws extending, and his lips pulled back in a snarl.
Damon's body stiffened. Right now, he knows that Milo was going through a lot now, and it was all his fault.
He held up his hands at his warriors.
“STAND DOWN!” Damon roared, eyes flashing with raw command.
The four warriors froze their actions,
“Don’t touch him,” Damon said, stepping forward slowly and cautiously. Lifting up his hands in surrender, like he was approaching a wounded animal… or a landmine.
Milo bared his teeth in warning.
Milo's feet scraped against the blood-soaked soil. He was ready and poised to attack anytime from now. He continued to growl louder, a sound that no ordinary werewolf could ever make.
it vibrated in the air, carrying with it excessive power and authority that made them shiver in fear..
“Milo,” Damon said again, softer now. “It’s me.”
He kept moving, hands out, ignoring the way the guards watched him with sharp and hawk eyes. Any slightest threat, they won't hesitate to act. “It’s Damon, You are safe.”
But Milo didn’t seem to recognize him.
His arms twitched beside him. His eyes became even brighter and more intense. A gust of wind flared around him as a foreign pressure descended around him. It was sharp and began to bite his undergarments.
Damon’s heart, but he didn’t stop.
Five feet.
Three.
Two.
Then…
Suddenly, his body convulsed violently, like something that was past spent.
The glow vanished. The wind stilled, and his lights drained like a switch that was switched off.
The world tilted around him as his legs finally gave out under him. His eyes rolled backwards…but he didn’t touch the ground.
Damon lunged at the last moment, catching the boy in his arms just in time before he hit the ground.
“I have got you. I have got you,” Damon continued to whisper in his ears, cradling him softly.
Damon looked at the boy, then at his surroundings that were filled with dismembered rogues. His stomach clenched tightly. No matter how he tried to connect it in his head, he just couldn't understand that it was the pretty boy that was in his arms, like a kitten was responsible for this…
“Milo…”
The voice was low, torn, and filled with fear. His hands brushed gently against the hot body of the boy that was hitting up, as if the boy would disappear from his arms anytime he blinked hard.
“What did you do?” he whispered slowly, looking at Milo before his mind remembered that he had an audience.
Damon looked over his shoulder, jaw clenched. “Don’t breathe a word about what happened here. It's a command.”
The guards nodded silently, their hands pledged in their hearts region.
“Good…” Damon nodded,
Milo stirred faintly, catching Damon's attention, but his eyes widened next at what he saw. Something was glowing at the heart region of Milo. A mark… no symbol continued to burn like it was branded with hot iron on his skin. The mark continued to glow for a while before it disappeared. Vanishing left no mark like it was never there in the first place.
But Damon saw everything. His eyes twitched with mysterious lights as his blood suddenly ran cold.
“...No,” Damon whispered. “This can’t be…”
Milo's pale eyes fluttered weakly.d weakly. “M-master… I… I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh. Talk no more, Milo” Damon hushed him, cradling him closer. “You’re safe now.”
But the look in his eyes said a different thing altogether.
He wasn’t sure who needed protection the most.
The boy in his arms… or the world that didn’t know what it had birthed.