Beast kills the Beauty!!!
**Rhaegar’s POV**
The sharp edges of the rocks pierced through the dense fog, awaiting to stake my heart and tear my body into pieces. The air was thinner, and my body was almost swaying. Anna’s voice was like a Siren, luring and commanding me to embrace my end. “What’s taking you so long to take the leap? You’re weak. Pathetic. Imbecile. Don’t you want to unite with your parents, hounds, Jared and me? Okay, let me make this easy for you. I will tell you a bloody story of Beauty and the Beast.”
“Once upon a time, in a far way the Northern Kingdom, there lived a wretched Prince. Every night his mother, the Queen would tell him a story about a warrior wolf Goddess, the legendary Morrighan. The fussy prince would instantly calm down on hearing her name as if the name itself has the power to soothe him. The queen knew that the prince had a deep connection to Morrighan, and he was destined to be her mate.
One night, the Queen showed him the twin necklace, ‘The Diamond eye’ and explained its power. It was not an ordinary necklace but a magical one and no one knew of its secret except the Queen and the witch who gifted her that necklace.
“You are supposed to gift this to your mate-The Morri---” The words trailed off her lips at the sudden sound of the bursting of the door. The prince’s father, the King rushed inside, with his hand clutched tight onto his chest. The blood was dripping in between his fingers.
“We need to escape. Louris and Mycelle--” His words got lost as Louris and Mycelle entered the chambers. Louris went after the king with murderous intentions, whereas Mycelle snatched the baby prince from the queen’s hands.
“Please, let him go. We’ll do as you say. Don’t harm my boy.” The Queen pleaded to Mycelle with tears rolling down her eyes. Mycelle snatched ‘The Diamond eye’ from Queen’s neck and pushed her to the floor, “Don’t worry sister-in-law, my nephew is too precious to die! But the same can't be said about his father. He has to die today!” The very next moment, the ear-shattering scream of King pierced through the air. The Queen’s expressions switched to panic when she realized that Louris had pushed the king to his death from the balcony of the chambers.
“NO!” The queen screamed, as Louris, in his beast form came and faced her with devious expressions and profane intentions.
“Come on sweetheart, you don’t have to see how your beast uncle touches your beautiful mother.” Mycelle coaxed the young prince who was now crying. She covered his eyes and took him out of the chambers. The next moment, the screams of his mother echoed through the stone walls of the palace.” The fake look of disdain coated Anna’s face when she finished narrating the story.
The story brought back horrific memories of my past. I was barely three years back then. I do remember the sweet lullaby my mother used to sing to make me sleep. Her melodic voice swayed through my ears as if right now she was somewhere here in this palace calling me, and then suddenly her voice turned into horrific screams as if she was being subjected to torture. The screams were coming from somewhere below where the rocks were.
“Jump now! Your mother is calling you!” Anna shouted, as I closed my eyes and jumped off the ledge. I was ready for the impact, but then I realized that I was not falling anymore. Someone held my hand.
“Natasha? What are you doing here?” I questioned her when I saw her holding my hand. She was struggling hard to hold onto the grip.
“Rhaegar please, push yourself up. I won’t be able to hold for much longer.”
“Ignore her sweetie. She just used you to mark her. Once she’s done with this fight with her doppelganger, she will leave you for good. Didn’t you realize that she always prefers and supports Lukas over you? And why not, you are a useless filthy insect, always destined to rot in hell. You are a fool, and I had fun playing with your feelings. The day you saw me fucking your uncle on your bed, well that was not our first time. We fucked countless times before while you were on stupid missions. Does it sound good if I say that your uncle fucked your mother as well as your Anna?” Anna spoke with a sparkle.
“Nice meeting you Anna. Did anyone tell you that you stink like a public toilet pot? You are one of those species of the vagina, where everyone comes, empties their unwanted semen, and then forgets to flush. You are the perfect example of how an ugly personality destroys a pretty face." Natasha spoke with a look of disgust, before turning to me.
“Rhaegar! No!” Natasha’s tears were pleading with me to stop the madness.
“Let me go, Natasha. I am not good enough for you. You don’t have to keep tolerating me just because I’m your mate. Damon and Lukas deserve your love, but I am not worthy enough. I just gave you misery and tears.”
I have always been separated from my loved ones. My identity is centred around that trauma. Natasha is helping me to get rid of that trauma, but I am slowly losing an idea of what I will be without it, and the unknown is terrifying. The rage for my uncle and aunty is scorching my insides, but I’m helpless. I don’t bear the strength to fight them, and I won’t able to live in peace if they live, so I must die.
I would have easily let go of Natasha's hold, but the way she was standing on that ledge, trying to hold onto me as if her life depended on it, I was sure that if I rushed to unwrap her fingers, then she would fall along with me.
“What are you talking about? Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone and smile for no reason. My love for you has no limits. It is the beginning and the end of everything. When I try to imagine a world without you, I can't. Even if every damn person in the world hates you, my love would be enough to compensate for it. It is unfair to blame yourself for the ways that others have let you down. I know you even before we met because every night I could hear your screams of torture, feel your pain. This is because our love is different, deeper. It goes beyond skin, blood and bones, and you are saying that I’m tolerating you? Sometimes, you just have to die a little inside in order to be reborn and rise again as a stronger person. Don’t be a wretched prince, but a fierce one, whose rage to destroy the enemies burns brighter than the fear of losing. When someone dies, the person who is left behind feels more pain than the person who had left. You can jump, but remember that if you did, you won’t die alone, because I won’t be able to bear the pain of losing you. I will follow you to death.”
Natasha’s words struck the right chords in my heart. I can't die so soon when I am destined for something greater. And my mother already knew that, so I won’t let her down.
The corner of my eye sensed a movement. Anna’s face was getting distorted, and she took a swift leap toward Natasha to push her down from the ledge. I jerked my body and climbed up, and with a swift kick, I pushed that damned Anna over the ledge, making her fall to her death onto those merciless rocks.
“Die, you bitch!” I snarled, looking at the black putty that coated the rock where that fucking siren fell.
**Natasha’s POV**
Once done with the Sirens, I walked out of my mind. I was standing on the stone steps. I walked down the steps which ended in a hexagon-shaped room, which was heavily ornamented with a gruesome scene of the aftermath of a war. The soldier's and animals’ lifeless forms were lying on the floor as if they were drained of their souls. The half-eaten bloody body parts were splattered across the floor. It seemed the work of a monstrous creature. It reminded me of Aurora in her monstrous form.
“This will happen to the other kingdoms and their people if Aurora gets your power. This is the picture of the destruction of the Southern kingdom. Aurora did this under the orders of prince Mel after she got the powers of her sister Morrighan.” Lukas spoke behind me, looking at those pictures. The moment I heard his voice, I run around and hugged him. His eyes looked normal.
“We are also here,” Damon’s voice echoed through the passageway. I ran and hugged him and Rhaegar.
“We must hurry, we are running out of time,” Lukas warned us.
We looked around the room. It branched in six different directions. The long-arched passageways continued far beyond the eye could see. All the doors were tall, wide and carved in different themes. They depicted different levels of hell carved on a gilded frame, except for one which looked like a big black mirror. It had a huge block frame made up of cast iron. It depicted the carved images of black-veiled mages trying to suck away the souls of the poor beings. Their faces were pained and distorted as they tried to make an escape.
“Where are we heading from here?” Rhaegar spoke, looking at all the doors. But my eyes were hooked on that iron-framed door. There was something unusual about it that was calling me to look into its depth. The more I focused on that door, it lured me as if it was a living entity. Then a small scent of decomposition wafted my nose, and I knew that we are in trouble, for the stink always warns of the upcoming danger.
“*Go to the path that led to a cell,
Where the mages loved to dwell.
An old withered heart lay beneath the sacrophage,
That belongs to the ancient black-veiled mage*."
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