Chapter 35: Past Disclosed
Elias
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I smirked when I saw Maria Adriana freeze and disintegrate all the rogues with just a flick of her fingers. The spaewife specter looked at me with blazing eyes. I eventually laughed when more rogues came but the Vampire Queen took care of them effortlessly.
“You were saying?” I asked, mocking.
Her enraged expression suddenly changed, softening. And before I knew it, she was already right in front of me, inside the glass cage. I could feel the chill emitting from her spectral body and even more so when her hand touched my cheek. Her smile was sinister, enough to make me feel that iciness run down my spine, but I remained unflinching.
“If I can’t get to stay in Sangye’s body or possess the Vampire Queen’s or Avabella’s, there’s only one thing I can do for us to be together, Elias,” she said in a whisper, smiling. Her eyes probed into mine. With it, I saw images play in my head like in a movie.
***
“Priestess Mairi? What’s this? What are you doing?” Vampire King Ozymandias’ voice was hard but controlled while his dark eyes were condemning as he glared at the beautiful Scottish woman.
They were in a huge bedchamber. It was dark in human standards, with only a couple of red candles lit to make the room brighter. The candles stood on a divan at the foot of the four-poster bed, where a naked man with pale skin and stoic face lay.
She smiled animatedly at the Vampire King. “I’m proving to you that I’m more powerful than High Priestess Szonja, Your Majesty.” She gestured at the man who slowly got up to sit in the middle of the bed, looking at the Vampire King who was standing next to her. “We can rule the world with—”
“Puppets? Are you out of your mind, Priestess Mairi?” He glowered at her as he yelled.
She blinked, confused. “But isn’t it what you want, Your Majesty?”
Ozymandias caught her chin in a tight grip, looking into her eyes. His were burning red while hers were of mixed contempt and discomfiture.
“There are consequences if we use dead people, Priestess Mairi. I did not tell you to make puppets out of them! Yes, I want to rule the world. But you know what’s my ultimate goal, so stick with it!” His voice was menacing.
“I’ve told you of a girl living in an archipelago. She can do that for you, Your Majesty. If she gives herself to you willingly, you’ll achieve that immortality you seek, and she’s about to discover her powers anytime soon. You have to be there in time. But this…” She gestured at the reanimated man before she spoke again. “We can build an army!”
“Judging by how he stinks, he won’t last! I don’t want any of it reeking my castle!” The Vampire King pushed her away, sending her bottom to fall hard to the hard and cold floor. He approached the reanimated puppet. Before she could say something, he cut the neck of the undead by his elongated nails that were as sharp as a sword. The body fell lifelessly to the bed, while the head rolled down the floor.
“No!” she screamed, sobbing. “Your Majesty!”
The Vampire King turned his head to look at her. “Remember I’m your maker, Priestess Mairi. Disobey me again and you’ll meet the same demise!” he warned firmly, nostrils flaring, fangs baring and eyes glowing red.
Priestess Mairi crawled fast and embraced his leg when he was about to leave the room. “Y-Your Majesty, I’ll do better. I’ll do better!” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I-I can cover their foul smell with an enchantment next time. A-and they will be stronger and faster than anyone! Your Majesty, just—”
Ozymandias kicked her, sending her flying across the room. In his vampire super speed, he was on her, with his foot pressed against her neck. His eyes were blazing red, and fangs seemed to grow larger and longer.
“What part of do not do it again do you not understand, Priestess Mairi? There are consequences if you rouse the dead! You should know that better than I do!”
“Y-you’re just t-telling me that b-because you don’t w-want me to s-surpass H-High Priestess Szonja! You care f-for her more than anyone o-of us here! I d-don’t care any of t-the c-consequences, Y-Your M-Majesty!” she stammered and gagged. Her eyes spilled more tears and became red as her throat was assaulted.
Ozymandias ground her neck with his booted foot. Hard and rough. She groaned in pain, choking. More tears came out from her shining red eyes.
“Y-you wanted me, Your Majesty, that’s why y-you turned m-me, remember?”
He smirked and snorted. “You’re not wrong about that, Priestess Mairi.” He picked her up from the floor without effort and threw her to the huge bed. He kicked the dead body out of the way and to the floor it dropped with a loud thud. Then he stripped her of her clothing before moving on top of her without his clothing, too. Without ceremony or foreplay, he separated her legs apart and plunged deep into her in one rough stroke. Both of them moaned as he impaled her. “And you know I want your powers, too. So don’t be a nasty bitch, Priestess Mairi!” he added, grunting as he pumped her body mercilessly.
“Ohh, Your Majesty!” she squeaked with pleasure. Her hands were pinned atop her head as he continued to rock her body hard and rough. The bed creaked with his every punishing thrust, which became like music to their ears as it accompanied their heavy panting and loud moaning.
“Ya shar-moo-ta!” Ozymandias groaned, calling her a bitch in Arabic. The rough prodding of his huge shaft into her was more forceful, making her scream in both pleasure and agony. “You’re not to disobey me again! Understood?” He gritted his teeth, punctuating every word with his brutal ramming inside her delicate core.
“Y-Your Majesty!” she bellowed. “Punish me more!” she urged, which he did.
“Ya shar-moo-ta!” he said again with a growl.
She let out a long series of moans until she came hard and felt fantastic! Her entire body shook as her juices flooded to wash his stiff rod inside her.
“Ayreh feek, Priestess Mairi!” he squawked, telling her ‘fuck you’ as he came inside her, hard. But as soon as he was done with her, he was gone out of the bedchamber, leaving her satisfied and happy.
She caressed her sore sex that was wet with their hot juices. Her palm spread and gathered the wetness before she brought it to her mouth and licked it, smiling wickedly.
***
“Now you know where I came from, Elias. Yes, Ozymandias hated me then, but I can make anyone forget it with my body,” the spaewife witch and bodach said with a diabolic smile. “You see…” She paused to caress my tight and muscled chest. “I loved it when he did it rough and hard. So hard!” She scrunched up her nose and laughed like a madwoman.
I laughed with her without mirth, making her look at me with curiosity. My laugh faded and I looked at her sternly. “I’m not your former Vampire King, witch. You can’t even make me hard even though you showed me that disgusting memory of yours,” I taunted her.
She screamed at me, but I didn’t even flinch. Her hair stood on end, showing her vampire face. There was like air that made her hair stand like that, but I wasn’t afraid of her or her powers or what she could do to me. For sure, she did not want me dead, after what she showed and said to me.
Her bright red eyes probed into mine once again, showing me another scene of her past.
***
“Get ready, Priestess Mairi. His Majesty will send you to Zurich to serve an ally,” High Priestess Szonja said, eyeing the Scottish vampire priestess with disdain. The Hungarian woman’s dark colored eyes maundered up and down the other priestess, who had an average height.
Mairi was clad in a thin yellow gown, with flowy fabric that revealed her every curve. On the other hand, the High Priestess wore a more elegant and decent but sexy purple gown, which barely covered her alluring creamy cleavage. Both the hems of their gowns grazed the marble floor. Their feet were clad with soft-looking footwear that was thicker than socks, which were made of white wool.
Mairi’s thin brows were knitted in confusion. “What? Switzerland is the wolves’ territory, High Priestess Szonja,” she quipped.
“An ally is there, and His Majesty clearly told me to send you there. Obviously, our ally needs our help because of the enemies surrounding him. You’re powerful enough to get him out of there.”
“Who is there?” she asked, suspicious.
“Lord Kellam.”
Mairi snorted. “Priestess Hedda should be there. Lord Kellam is dear to her.”
“Is he?” The High Priestess smiled mockingly. “But yes, she will come with you, together with Priestess Manon.”
Mairi looked satisfied. The two mentioned priestesses were a force to reckon with, so there was nothing to worry about the enemies if she failed the mission.
“When are we going to leave?” she asked the taller woman who turned her back to her, to leave her bedchamber.
High Priestess Szonja stopped without facing her. “Tonight.”
The specter of a man was next to the High Priestess. Szonja glared at it, telling Mairi that the High Priestess had no trouble seeing the ghost. She wondered just how powerful the Hungarian High Priestess was. The latter pivoted to look at her.
“Ghosts are prohibited in the castle, Priestess Mairi. Why do you keep on crossing the Vampire King?” Her eyebrows were tilted up. With a graceful wave of her hand, the specter was frozen and disappeared into nothingness. “You always practice dark magic without our knowledge, rouse dead people who are supposed to be resting in their graves, seek the ruler’s attention, make His Majesty come into your bedchamber to fuck you hard and piss me off… what do you gain from all this, Priestess Mairi?” She waved another hand to freeze another specter of a man across the room and reduced it to nada.
Mairi cackled. “You think I know nothing? It’s you who influences the Vampire King, High Priestess Szonja.” She slowly closed the gap between them, staring at the Hungarian vampire’s beautiful face. “You adore him as much as we all do but you are the most favored, hence your title and power over us. What if I surpassed your magical powers? I guess the Vampire King will be mine, won’t he?”
Szonja’s eyes wavered but smiled. “I don’t care if you surpassed my powers or not, Priestess Mairi. I’m still the High Priestess and I can do anything.”
“I love him as much as you do!” she said angrily.
Szonja cocked her head to one side. “Do you? Really? I think you’re just obsessed, Priestess Mairi. Someone like you do not know the word ‘love.’ You are just too self-involved that you think the world revolves around you. Sure, His Majesty adores you or maybe more than that. I have nothing against it because we all love him the same. But saying you’re going to have him all for yourself? That’s not going to happen. Shove it down to your pretty little head, Priestess Mairi,” she rejoined, poking her with an index finger in the temple.
Priestess Mairi hissed, eyes glowed red and fangs bared. “He’ll be mine forever!”
High Priestess Szonja gave her a death glare. “You can die trying.” She waved a hand, crashing the four-poster bed to the thick wall. It broke into pieces with a harsh breaking sound.
“I’m not afraid of you, Szonja,” Mairi said through gritted teeth.
“Same here, spaewife witch!” the Hungarian vampire hissed.
Mairi laughed when the High Priestess stalked out of her room in vampire speed, banging the door behind her.
‘I know you’re going to kill me tonight, Szonja. It doesn’t take my spaewife ability to predict that,’ the Scottish thought with a livid expression on her face.