MY MAJESTY - SEASON 4 EPISODE 98

Beth, who was being pulled by Raphael, couldn’t help but turn to look at where the werewolves were and she saw more blood being spilt as the beasts caught hold of the humans and tore their limbs. She now understood the importance of why one was not supposed to go alone to the woods.

“AHHH!” screamed another man, who was caught by the enormously tall creature which towered the people by twice its height.

“How come the werewolves are here?!” questioned Beth, her voice filled with panic and a crease on her forehead. One moment it was peaceful and the very next second, everything had turned chaotic, “Mr. Sparrow?!”

“Who knows,” he said looking back and forth while making their way towards the carriage that he had caught sight of.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” asked Beth, because this man often had answers and Madeline had consulted a few things with him for wisdom. She saw him pull the door of the carriage while trying to usher her inside.

“I don’t know, let me ask them to have tea with me so I can find out about it,” came his response. The girl was shrewd in wrong areas, while she could be really dense in a few places, thought Raphael to himself. Beth looked unimpressed by his answer, and she saw him take out a pistol from his baggy robes, “Use this.”

“Where are you going??” Now that Raphael was leaving her, Beth turned worried and fear marred her face. She took hold of the weapon in her hand.

“I will be back soon. Just stay in the carriage and don’t get out until you don’t hear another cry,” Raphael advised with a smile to assure her, and Beth nodded. She was about to get in when she caught sight of one of his cards that fell on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. He quickly took it from her, “Thank you. In, you go now, lady,” and Beth caught hold of her flowing dress as she got inside the carriage, and the door was shut close.

Screams filled up around her and Beth anxiously watched through the window, thinking how the count of the werewolves had only increased in time, and more of them entered this place. Werewolves were nothing less than nonexistent in this side of the lands of Devon.

Raphael who had left the carriage, he caught sight of people being torn. The panic increased in people as they were almost surrounded by the creatures that were controlled by the moon. But there was no moon in sight, which only told how much the werewolves were evolving compared to old times. Pulling out another gun that he carried with him with bullets that were not made of silver, he believed, for now, it should do, to save some lives.

“HELP!” a woman screamed, who was caught by one of the werewolves. The wolf snarled loudly, showing its teeth covered with its saliva. Raphael quickly raised his hand to shoot the werewolf and the beast dropped the woman on the ground before looking at Raphael in anger.

Some of the guards of the village were trying to control the situation with flares directed towards the beasts, but it only irritated them to lash out and destroy houses with their hands or throwing people haphazardly.

Amid the chaos that was taking place in the village of Cossington, Odin who had been sitting on one of the nearby trees that was near the church, in an attempt to keep an eye on the girl they were supposed to kidnap, he flew away quickly to notify his Master.

“Master! Master!” Odin shouted as he entered the tower where his master was taking a short nap in his coffin, “MASTER!”

“Shut up, you fool,” growled Vladimir, “Always screaming. What is it?” he asked, opening his eyes and getting out of the coffin.

“Master the girl! She’s in trouble! The village where she is in now is under attack by demons and werewolves,” informed Odin and he transformed himself from his small bat form into a vampire.

“That’s good news. Let’s wait for the others to do the dirty work. I am sure a piece or two of her being bring ripped will be a nice start,” replied Vladimir, stepping out of the coffin and walking towards the tall mirror that was affixed on the wall. Only his clothes reflected in the mirror and he straightened his collar.

“But Master you won’t be able to torture her yourself,” said Odin. Though the servant vampire had been incompetent when it came to looking after his Master’s daughter, he had a soft spot towards the late lady and he felt revenge had to be served well, it was how his Master’s mind worked too.

Vladimir sighed, “I have brought you up well. My one true servant, who sometimes can be an idiot, but sometimes right,” hearing this Odin’s eyes lit up.

“Also, I would like to know which minions of mine have been trying to create mischief here. How is hell doing, Odin?”

The servant bowed his head, “Everyone is waiting for you to return, Master.”

Vladimir laughed at Odin’s words, “I am sure they cannot wait to fill my position, so the murky demons can take my place thinking I am dead as I haven’t visited the place in a while. Because I don’t remember ordering them to play with people today, especially with the beasts.”

The older vampire turned to look at his coat that was hung on the stand and he raised his hand. In a second, the coat came flying to him and Odin helped him to wear it. Turning to bats, both of them headed to Cossingston village. Arriving in the middle of the chaos that was taking place, Vladimir had an unenthusiastic look on his face.

“Why did the girl come here again?”

“Um,” Odin pressed his lips and said, “I don’t know, Master. I was only keeping an eye on where she was going as you ordered me to, without getting too close to her.”

The old vampire’s blood red eyes observed the people running and screaming, some hiding and his eyes then fell on the puny demons who were agitating the werewolves. His eyes fell on a demon who had a large weapon in his hand, lighting the end of the thick thread which was connected to a large black vessle before it sizzled and went to strike on the building which was behind the church.

“What an interesting thing, Odin,” murmured Vladimir, leaving the werewolves and the other people behind as he made his way towards the demon, who was working with the weapon in aiming the metal ball the behind of the church which had a tower.

Vladimir stood right in front of the weapon and the demon looked annoyed, “Looks like you want to die. Get the fuck out of here!” At the disrespect, Vladimir’s eyes turned entirely pitch black and the demon realized who this person was.

“M-master. Y-you are al-alive,” stuttered the demon.

“Now you get the fuck out of here,” said the old vampire to raise his hand at the demon, who splattered like water and fell on the ground.