MY MAJESTY - SEASON 5 EPISODE 22

Odin was a loyal servant of Vladimir, and after falling from Heaven, his Master had turned him to a vampire, to live on these lands, which gave an upper hand than the rest of the creatures. And as loyal as the servant was, one of the bad habits of Odin was not waiting to hear the full story and getting only half the information.

Vladimir heard a groan coming from one of the demons, and he made his way to where the body laid and the demoness who was hanging to her life in this realm, tried to move when the older vampire came to stand right in front of her.

Bending down again, Vladimir held the demoness’ face who spewed blood from her mouth.

“Who did this to you?” he questioned in a calm voice, but the demoness didn’t appear to be in the mood to speak as she wanted to save her life. When she didn’t answer, Vladimir’s hands pressed the jaws of the woman, and when she went to question, his eyes turned pitch black. “Now answer me unless you want to spend your time bathing in the hot melted iron, so that your skin feels good.”

The demoness had believed she had lost her life earlier, and she was glad to be back, but not anymore, after seeing the pitch black eyes of the man who ruled Hell. He had gone missing for years and now he was back.

“Master, please forgive me!” cried the demoness. “The person who did this to us, he’s the King of Devon. Calhoun Hawthrone. I think he has been sent by the angels to kill the demons,” she answered.

Vladimir was displeased by this information, and even though the demoness had answered, he picked a hint of a lie in her words. His fingers pressed on her jaws to hear the demoness cry in pain, and the next second, he broke her face and sent her soul back to where it belonged.

“Odin, go to Hell and tell people I have returned and will be there soon,” Vladimir’s eyes sharply looked at his servant, who bowed his head and within a second, Odin zapped out of the place. The older vampire wondered why the angels were trying to get to the demons.

He couldn’t help but question if this King was the one who had copied his daughter’s trick, the skill of turning to petals. After all, she did spend a lot of time with this King before the fucker had thrown her out of the castle. Vladimir would break every single bone of this person for dishonouring his daughter before he would feed the person to the hellhounds.

Vladimir continued to look at the demons, some of them whom he noticed to be of a higher level who were never there when he had last checked with the demons’ status.

Suddenly from a distance, he heard a carriage’s sound coming from the direction of the road he and his servant were previously heading to. Vladimir had little to no interest with the demon’s blood, and he was interested in having some fresh blood that was coming in the carriage. When the carriage stopped, a man stepped down from the carriage, and Vladimir’s eyes held disappointment. Another damn demon, he thought to himself. But then his eyes fell on the coachman, who was a human.

He left the dead bodies’ side and made his way to the coachman who was standing near the horses, while the demon who got down from the carriage quickly hurried towards the bodies that were lying on the snow.

Vladimir slowly sneaked behind the coachman, and before the human knew, a person was waiting to suck him dry, Vladimir put his hand on the human’s mouth covering it to stop the coachman from screaming as his ears were sensitive. The vampire was about to take a bite into the human’s neck when someone said,

“Stop, right there!”

It was a woman’s voice, and Vladimir’s gaze moved to look at a woman with blonde hair and a monocle on one of her eyes. “What do you think you are doing there?” Her red eyes were fierce, and they stared at Vladimir.

“Me? I was going to take my breakfast before you rudely decided to interrupt me,” replied Vladimir. The human’s eyes looked petrified in shock, and he tried not to move from his place, while looking at Helena for her help to save him.

“Let the man go right this instant. If you need food, there are inns not too far away from here that offer blood to drink,” Helena’s eyes looked at the vampire whom she had never seen around before. He appeared to be in his thirties, his eyes looking back at her mockingly. “It doesn’t look like you are poor, and don’t have a coin to spare for a drink. But if you still insist that you don’t have it, then take this.” She threw a gold coin at him, but Vladimir made no attempt to catch it.

“I doubt the inns have fresh blood like this that you speak of. Warm and smooth in texture. Especially filled with fear that runs through the veins, hmm,” Vladimir hummed in appreciation, “Don’t tell me you don’t know how it tastes, girl.”

Helena’s eyes flared, but she didn’t lose her overall composure. Seeing the vampire’s unwillingness to let go of her coachman, she pulled out the gun which she always carried with her to point at the predator. Vladimir found it to be funny, and he started to chuckle as if Helena was stupid.

“Let us see how good your aim is. If you shoot me successfuly, I will let this man live and if you fail,” he paused to look at the human in his hand, “Then I will drink him dry. What do you say?” he proposed the option.

“Keep your games to yourself,” said Helena.

Dimitri who had gone to have look at the dead bodies and the burnt carriage that he found not too far away from the scene, yelled, “Weasley is dead, and there are some other demons dead bodies lying in here!”

“Oh, are those your people?” inquired Vladimir.

Helena stared at the vampire, wondering if he was the one to kill Weasley and the others. For a vampire, he was showing too much arrogance and courage, “Did you kill them?” she asked.

Vladimir, instead of answering her question, questioned back, “Why are you wearing just one monocle? Why not two of them? But then it covers your pretty face.” Helena only continued to glare at him, ignoring the flattery. “Don’t you want him alive? My reflexes are excellent.”

Helena didn’t believe the vampire. He was bluffing. He appeared to look like he came from a renowned family, but if he did, why did she not see him before? Not wanting to waste any time, the vampiress pulled the trigger aiming at Vladimir who was taller than her coachman. But the bullet instead of hitting the vampire, it hit her coachman who cried in pain.

“AHH!” the coachman cried, falling on his knees in pain. Helena didn’t stop shooting, and she continued to press her finger on the trigger for the gunshots to echo one after another until she had no more bullets to shoot. The vampire had escaped. Her eyes moved left and right, searching for him, but he was gone.

Helena gritted her teeth and went to aid the human whose arm was shot. There was something very eerie about the vampire who had disappeared from here.

After the first gunshot, Dimitri had quickly made his way to come and stand next to Helena, “Who was it?!”

“Some deranged vampire,” answered Helena, “What’s the status out there?”

“Bodies and limbs are torn, they are all demons. Someone must have come and slaughtered them. The blood is fresh and not from the morning. If it took place post morning, we would have received information from the villagers or passerbys,” informed Dimitri. The man had a frown on his face, and he said, “Also, I think Weasley was alive for some time before we arrived. Do you think someone held him captive in here?”

“Doesn’t seem to answer why there are demons dead here unless they killed him first before deciding to kill each other.” Helena stood up, looking in the direction where she had shot the vampire, who was lurking near the scene. Lilith and Weasley were dead. And so far there was no news from Reginald. She couldn’t help but grit her teeth. It was too many death’s in one day.

She said, “Something is going on. And I can feel the wind carrying the ill omen with it, like a warning. About a sacrifice.”