Chapter 61 I don't hate u
Drops of blood splashed on Lord Raphael's face. He used the back of his hand, wiping it off. His face was as fine as an angel even with the dim light in the room. Ezekiel couldn't help but admire his features. To him, Lord Raphael was one of the handsome pure-blooded vampires he had met. His lips were thin and soft. Unlike some councilmen who looked so scary like battlefield warriors, he looked like one of those ancient descendant gods.
He turned his neck to Ezekiel's direction, seeing the boy's eyes popping out. Raphael signaled Zeke to come closer. Zeke hesitated for a moment but then went. His steps were careful and slow. He walked to where Lord Raphael was standing. Getting there, Lord Raphael put one hand on his shoulder, looking into Zeke’s gray eyes. Zeke tried holding his gaze like always.
“Hey, do you know what your father was like?” asked Lord Raphael, seeing the boy nod reluctantly.
“What about me? Do you know what I am like?” Saying this, Lord Raphael heard Zeke's heart skip a bit, and one corner of Raphael's lips lifted into a satisfying smile.
“Don't worry, Zeke, everyone gets scared at first,” he assured the boy, squeezing his shoulder softly.
Some of the councilmen in the room were amazed at what Lord Raphael was thinking of doing.
“Milord! He won't be able to do it. He's just a kid. Too weak for that,” one of the councilmen, who appeared to be older than Lord Raphael, said, and others agreed with him.
Zeke stood there unbothered by what those councilmen were blabbering about him.
He saw Lord Raphael pull out a sword from his pocket, handing it to him.
“Zeke, my boy, this is how we treat criminals who betrayed us. Their punishment is death. This man has broken the rule—not only negotiating with black witches, he has crossed the line,” Lord Raphael explained.
“What about his family? His wife and his kids, what are their offenses?” said Ezekiel, looking deep into Lord Raphael's eyes as his voice softened at the end of his words.
“Their offense is because they supported him. And his children supported him despite knowing it's wrong. Don't worry, all of his kids are already above two decades old, so they won't be considered as kids. I want you to kill him.” This made Zeke lift a brow.
“Understand?” asked Lord Raphael. Seeing Zeke nod, he smiled. “Now kill him, just like I did to this man.”
Zeke took a deep breath, then walked further to the man kneeling and crying in agony.
“Please, spare me! You're a kid, you aren't born for this, please don't!” the man wept, but Ezekiel paid no attention to that.
“Zeke, don't listen to him. Kill him immediately!”
All the councilmen watched attentively. Lord Raphael expected much, but what happened next made him dumbstruck. Zeke dropped the knife to the ground, and everyone could see his face—his gray eyes turned red. It became the center of attention.
His vampiric nails elongated elegantly, and his canine teeth grew longer. He looked at the man like a predator, and the next thing, he landed a clear punch on the man, which made the man roll helplessly in another direction. All the councilmen were amazed.
However, the councilman hadn’t been beaten properly and still had his full strength. He was annoyed by what the kid just did, and even if he would die today, he would make sure to kill this kid. He rose to his feet, walking to Ezekiel and using his leg to kick the boy. Zeke tried holding himself from falling, but it was impossible, as the impact used by the vampire was at full concentration.
He felt one knee up while the other crashed to the ground in deep pain.
“Ough! Ah!..” he groaned. One of his elbows got injured as well, and he felt a sharp pang of pain in his spine.
Lord Raphael's expression darkened. He wanted to go right to the vampire and rip his body apart. At this point, Zeke deeply hated Lord Raphael with everything he had.
“Zeke, don't be weak! Stand up and fight! You can do it, my boy!” Lord Raphael cheered.
Zeke tried raising his knee, but he couldn't. He was just a child, whereas this vampire had lived for centuries. Seeing that the weak kid in front of him could no longer get up, the man went forward, ready to finish him. To him, Lord Raphael had no feelings at all, so even if he killed this kid, it wouldn't make any difference.
He used his sharp nails, ready to rip out Zeke's head, only for Zeke to pierce his own nails into the vampire's body. It went so deep that his entire hand went right through it.
The man froze in the air, and everyone gasped. Ezekiel pulled out his hand, taking a good look at it as if it had been damaged and checking if his precious hand was okay. Then he summoned the courage to stand up to his feet, his knees trembling.
The man fell to the ground, and he spat out blood from his mouth helplessly. Zeke walked up to the man; everyone in the room watched with anticipation, wondering what he was going to do to the man.
Then, in one go, Zeke bent down, digging his nails into the man's chest.
“Ahhhh!!! Ogh!!” The man groaned loudly as Zeke squeezed his hand. And to everyone's surprise, he dug out the man's heart, bringing it out and showing it to every councilman, looking at their faces.
“This,” he held it up above his head,
“This is how to kill someone,” he added, giving everyone goosebumps.
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THE PRESENT
“Ah! It's almost noon. I have some important business to deal with. I need to go. See you later,” Lord Raphael informed as he stood up from his seat, walking towards the main door with his bleeding heart. He was slightly hurt badly, but then again, he remembered that Zeke wouldn't have any feelings for anyone except that Evan of a girl.
‘Why does he hate me this much?’ Lord Raphael couldn't help but ask himself that question. He left the door heartbroken.
Zeke’s lips lifted.
“Dramatic.” He knew how Lord Raphael cared about him, but when he first knew this man, he used to think the man hated him because of too much exposure to many things that were able to traumatize someone of his age at that time.
He stood from his chair, smiling stupidly and walking towards the main door. Then he got out through it.
“Raphael! Raphael!” he called. He could see the man walking directly to his carriage.
“What will you like? Blood tea?!” he asked, seeing the man halt his steps.
“Come back a bit,” Zeke added. Lord Raphael never wanted to listen, but if he left now, Zeke’s cold-hearted mind wouldn't care. Neither did it matter; it was better to go back. With that, he turned around and started walking back.
When he was inside, the maid served them both blood tea as they drank in silence.
“You're not okay?” asked Zeke.
“Shut up!” Raphael snapped, making Zeke laugh h
ard.
“It's good to know you're hurt,” said Zeke.
“What?”