MY MAJESTY - SEASON 5 EPISODE 43

Before Samuel had the opportunity to dig his fingers into Lucy’s chest to get hold of her heart and pull it out, he felt something approaching him from the corner of his eyes.

With a frown on his face, he turned his head to catch sight of a sharp icicles that was coming at him. At first, he dodged it, but then came another icicle, and he had to step away from Lucy, who was lying on the cold floor.

“Get away from her!” shouted Madeline.

“Look who is here. I thought you would have been captured by now,” said Samuel, getting up to stand, he looked at Madeline who stood at the end of the corridor. “I didn’t know you could manifest snow into such amazing blades.”

Madeline heard only a part of his words as her eyes fell on Lucy on the ground. “What did you do to her?” she demanded. There was blood all over the floor that belonged to Lucy.

“Just a little goodbye gift,” answered Samuel. “This room once used to belong to me too,” he said, turning to point at the room which Lucy had stepped out of a few moments ago. Theodore had asked Lucy to stay in the room, not knowing that Samuel would come to find her here first before anywhere else. “You should tell your goodbye too. Her end is near.”

Madeline’s teeth gritted against each other, and the icicles that had fallen on the ground, she turned them into nothing less than shards of glass pieces before attacking Samuel with it. Samuel tried to dodge it, moving a few more steps away from Lucy. Madeline turned worried because she could tell Lucy didn’t have an ounce of strength to move, and she needed help right this instant.

Samuel dodged the icicles before going to attack Madeline with the gun he had brought along with him, trying to aim at her limbs while making sure not to injure her critically as they needed her alive.

“Who knew that beneath the innocent facade, you held such powers, dark angel. You should know better than to fight. Give up now, and I will think about saving Lucy’s life for yours,” proposed Samuel.

Madeline tried to get Samuel as far away as she could from Lucy. She didn’t know what the bullets were made of, and if it were by chance a silver bullet, Lucy would die.

“You are already a demon with powers. Why are you seeking out for more?” asked Madeline. Samuel’s wings spread out from his back that were bat-like.

“Has any wealthy man ever stopped working at the thought that they have enough money?” Samuel questioned back, “Power is what we are all after. To become superior than the rest.”

At the moment with what Madeline could see, Samuel was not superior but inferior than anyone else could thrive to be. He quickly caught up to her and tried to shoot her, but Madeline used her hand to stop him. She tried to pull away the gun from his hand so that he wouldn’t make use of it. When she tried to place her hand on his face, Samuel quickly caught her wrist before his skin could burn, twisting it, leaving her to cry in pain.

“I know all the tricks of the fallen angels. Your aunt Mary enjoyed putting me through the pain. Where is she? I thought I would pay her a little visit while I was here,” said Samuel, closing his eyes and trying to listen to the nearby voices in the castle keenly. “Did you kill her?”

“Do you want to end up like her?” Madeline retorted back while steadying her stance.

“With the way it looks, you are more on the disadvantage side because I don’t see the bloody King hovering over you. Not that I question him considering how you look. I knew you were special since the first time we met,” said Samuel, gazing up and down at her. “Where is he? Did he perhaps decide to offer you for us?”

Madeline didn’t know if Calhoun had reached the cave or if he had turned back around, after sensing the fear in her heart and mind. She didn’t know if Calhoun would be here anytime soon, but until then, she would have to hold her ground, as well as, protect Lucy.

On the other side of the castle, Theodore fought with Walter, trying to kill him, while the other did the same. Walter tried to land punches on Theodore, but the man deflected it by using his hand. Walter used his leg, kicking Theodore to have him flying and hit against the wall. But as fast as Theodore’s body had fallen, at the same speed he stood up unscathed.

Suddenly, a massive wind blew in the corridors nearby as large black wings had appeared in the inside garden of the castle. Though Calhoun had left to get the antidote, halfway through, he had turned around after getting a bad feeling. He had come back as fast as he could.

The demons who had appeared in the castle swarming like bees continued to kill anything and everything that came in their way. When one of them came across Calhoun, the demon went straight with a silver-coated blade at him. The orders to the demons had been clear: to either kill people or keep the people busy so that the dark angel could be captured.

When the blade came near Calhoun, he caught hold of the metal and his skin started to burn like steam appearing and it started to bleed. The mere demon looked happy and ready to push another knife and claim the victory on how he killed the King. But Calhoun twisted the blade in his hand while staring at the demon.

“How many of you are here?” demanded Calhoun. His ears tried to pick the number of screams and the weapons being clashed. “Nevermind,” he said, pulling the bent blade out of the demon’s hand, and then holding the demon’s head before squashing it against the floor to have the demon’s head splattered into a mess.

Seeing this, some of the demons who were wandering and trying to create more chaos, came right at Calhoun. He twisted each of the demon’s arms before tearing it away without mercy. His ears were trying to pick on where Madeline was. It seemed like the werewolf was still in the tower, but the growls continued to turn louder.

“Kill him!” one of the demons shouted at others, and they pulled out their guns, knowing they were dealing with a vampire. When they started to shoot, most of the demons believed they would see the vampire pass out on the ground in a dead state, but instead, he stood there without moving with holes in his body and smoke around him.

“I don’t think you received the news, but silver doesn’t affect me much. Hasn’t for a while,” said Calhoun, pulling out the bullet that was stuck to his neck. He threw the bullet on the ground that fell with a clatter. “It’s my try now,” he said, pulling out the gun that he carried.

The demons and some of the fallen angels who had come, looked shocked by seeing the vampire standing there unharmed. There were at least a minimum of ten intruders in here, who had shot fires at the King, which would mean more than fifty bullets of silver.

Calhoun pulled the cork of the gun, pulling the trigger one after another, where the bullet came to hit right at the centre of the people’s foreheads.

With the bullets exhausted in his gun, Calhoun didn’t bother to waste his time to reload them. The remaining three of the people, he used close combat, fighting them with his hands and legs. He kicked one of the demons into another room, while when another came at him with knives to cut him up, Calhoun caught hold of the demon’s hand, twisting it and pushing the person on the ground before using his knuckles to punch him.

The demon who was on the ground tried to get up, but every time his hand even tried to move, Calhoun’s fists crashed into the side of his face. The punches kept on coming until the demon stopped moving, and his face was left bloody, along with Calhoun’s knuckles and fingers.