Chapter 85 The Man God
Eryx
If you ask me how ruthless, how cold, how terrifying my Alpha is—Vuk Kael Lasvokic—I won’t answer.
Not because I don’t fear him. I do.
But because language is too small for what he is.
Some monsters can be described.
He cannot.
I stood in the courtyard beneath the noble seat, no longer bearing the title of Beta… yet somehow still carrying its weight. The air felt heavy—like the sky itself was bracing.
Then his voice cracked through the silence.
“This is not my law!”
It didn’t echo.
It commanded.
The courtyard trembled, and I knew—blood would follow. Someone had dared to draft a decree above a god.
“Forgive me, Alpha—”
“There is no forgiveness for treason!” His aura flared, dark and suffocating. “I have said it. I, Vuk Kael Lasvokic, will bear no other wife. No concubine.”
Four elders collapsed to their knees, foreheads pressed to stone.
“Your Majesty—please!”
Fools.
Utter fools.
“We need an heir!”
“Then kill us if you must!”
“Please, marry another woman!”
The air changed.
It shifted from tension… to death.
“Are you deaf?” His voice lowered—and that was worse. “I have a wife. She is your Luna.”
“A wife without an heir is not—”
The sentence never finished.
His eyes turned void-black, then ignited like hell itself. His frame expanded, towering—seven feet of divine wrath. Shadows wrapped around him like a crown. Fire devoured his silhouette.
No.
He wasn’t burning.
The fire obeyed him.
In a single breath, the elder who spoke was reduced to ash. No scream. No mercy. Just smoke.
For a moment, I saw nothing but darkness shaped like a god.
The remaining elders barely had time to tremble before their faces blistered under invisible flames.
This is how the Northern Dominion is ruled.
By a black god with an iron fist.
“Is there anyone else?” he roared. “Who dares?”
I don’t remember dropping.
But I was suddenly on the ground, forehead pressed to stone, surrendering to the divinity of fear.
Silence followed.
Long.
Heavy.
When he shifted back to human form, the flames disappeared—but his eyes did not. They still burned. Not metaphorically.
Literally.
He turned and strode toward the Elders’ Hall, aura radiating heat strong enough to scorch skin. I followed at a distance, careful not to be consumed.
The doors burst open.
Inside, an ongoing council froze.
They knew.
This petition—this audacity—had been brewing for months. And every person in that chamber carried guilt.
He said nothing at first.
He didn’t need to.
Silence was his first weapon.
The twenty–four elders remained on their knees, foreheads grazing the cold marble, but he did not immediately punish them. No. That would be mercy.
Instead, Vuk Kael Lasvokic walked slowly between them.
Measured steps.
Controlled breathing.
Predator patience.
“You,” he said quietly, stopping before the eldest among them. “How many winters have you served under my throne?”
“F–forty, Your Majesty.”
“Forty,” Vuk repeated. “And in forty winters… have I ever broken my word?”
“No, Sire.”
“Have I ever taken what was not lawfully mine?”
“No, Sire.”
“Then tell me… what gives you the courage to attempt to govern my marriage?”
The question did not rise.
It dropped.
Like a blade.
He moved to the next.
“You speak of law,” he said softly. “Who wrote that law?”
“Our ancestors, Majesty.”
“And who do your ancestors kneel to in the afterlife?”
No answer.
He leaned slightly closer.
“They kneel to my father.”
The temperature in the hall shifted.
They all knew what that meant.
Son of the Devil. Son of Selena. An immortal who had ruled for centuries without a mate—until now.
And now he had one.
Maureen.
His Luna.
“And you,” he continued, voice calm as frozen steel, “believe I would insult my wife by placing another woman beside her? You believe I would reduce her throne to a shared seat?”
No one breathed.
“To demand another bride,” he said, eyes beginning to glow faintly, “is to call my Luna insufficient.”
The air thickened.
“To call my Luna insufficient… is to call me incapable.”
Now the glow became fire.
“Do you understand what insult you have attempted?”
A guard was summoned with a mere flick of his fingers.
“Bring twenty–four swords.”
The command was simple.
The guard returned. Steel was placed before each elder.
No one moved.
Vuk’s gaze swept across them.
“You cherish tradition so deeply,” he said coldly. “Then let us honor an older one.”
His voice dropped lower.
“Authority rests in the hand that signs decrees.”
He gestured toward their thumbs.
“And loyalty rests in the tongue that speaks counsel.”
A pause.
“Today, you have proven you deserve neither.”
The realization dawned too late.
“Remove your right thumb,” he ordered evenly. “Let the court see that your authority is revoked.”
One elder sobbed.
Another hesitated.
The temperature spiked instantly.
“Must I assist?” he asked.
Steel met flesh.
One by one.
Twenty–four severed thumbs struck the marble.
Blood painted the hall.
No screaming was permitted. The terror was too suffocating for that.
“And now,” he continued, unmoved, “remove the tongue that dared shape disrespect.”
Even I felt my stomach tighten.
But they obeyed.
Because immortality stands differently in a room.
Because when a being who has ruled for centuries looks at you, you feel temporary.
They cut.
Some collapsed.
Some trembled.
All complied.
When it was done, the hall smelled of iron and fear.
Vuk stood untouched by the chaos. Not a single drop of blood stained him. The flames in his eyes dimmed—but did not vanish.
“A new council,” he announced calmly, “will be elected by the next full moon.”
He stepped back toward his throne.
“You may crawl out.”
They did.
Twenty–four elders.
Weeping.
Broken.
Stripped of authority and voice.
The great doors closed behind them.
Silence returned.
And I—Eryx—remained kneeling.
Not out of fear alone.
But awe.
This man had lived without a mate for centuries. Kings had begged him for alliances. Bloodlines had offered daughters.
He refused.
And now that he had chosen his Luna, he would burn the world before allowing her to be disrespected.
Power is terrifying.
Immortality is worse.
But devotion?
Devotion wrapped in power is catastrophic.
I kept my head lowered.
Not because he demanded it.
But because I finally understood— Vuk kael Laskovic was a good and he, he would do anything for the ones he loves.