MY MAJESTY - SEASON 5 EPISODE 54

In the castle, as the fight went on between the demons, fallen angels and the people who lived in the castle, Beth had fallen unconscious in the garden after transforming back to her human self from her werewolf form.

The demons who were searching for the dark angel, waiting to abduct her, looked for her in the rooms and other places in the castle, not knowing Madeline was in the royal rooms corridor and not in her quarters.

“Where are Walter and Samuel?” asked one of the demons who was waiting to sacrifice the girl for their use.

Another man, who was a fallen angel and a relative of the Queen, who went by the name Braylon, said, “Samuel disappeared when we entered the castle. The bugger must have gone to find his wife. Greyson is not going to be happy when he hears this.” Braylon was Mary’s husband, where his wife had gone missing since she had come to visit the castle. “I am going to look for Mary.”

“Fucker, do you think we are here to find each other’s wives?” asked the demon with a sneer. “We need to look for the dark angel, anything that stands in our way or causes trouble shall be killed.”

Two guards appeared at the end of the corridor, ready to attack them but before that, the demons pulled out their guns, shooting the vampires head and saw them fall.

“Fjor,” called Braylon, “I will go this way to see if Greyson has found her.”

The demon nodded his head, “I will see if I can get hold of this King, about whom I have been hearing a lot.” The demon’s eyes were bright red, and a smile etched on his lips. But once they did part ways in search of the dark angel, Fjor found someone lying on the ground outside, a girl and his eyes narrowed.

He walked towards the girl and turned the girl to see she was unconscious and her clothes were tattered. At the same time, a guard who was running to help the other guards and caught sight of the demon and the girl, and exclaimed, “Lady Harris!”

The demon’s eyes narrowed and he looked down at the girl. Harris? Wasn’t that Mary’s brother’s last name? Did that mean this was the dark angel? Asked the demon to himself.

Elizabeth’s body was still under transformation, so when the demon had found her, her hair was still golden brown, which was the colour of her werewolf’s coat.

“Get away from the lady!” warned the guard, who held a spear in his hand. But as the guard tried to get close to protect the lady, Fjor shot last bullet into the guard’s forehead.

“Look at that. I turned all lucky,” said Fjor. He got another demon to get the ropes so that he could tie her hands and legs before putting her in the gunny bag which they had already prepared before stepping into the castle. Carrying the girl on his shoulder, he decided to look for Greyson as there was no point staying in the castle, fighting the others.

“Who do you have there, Fjor?” asked Greyson who had only recently slit a guard’s throat for blood to splash down on the floor.

“I have got the dark angel,” said Fjor confidently and the other demon narrowed his eyes.

“Are you sure?” questioned Greyson. “You were standing outside, and she fell in front of your feet to be caught?” The last time some of his people had gone to Cossington to get the dark angel, things had turned awry. He had lost some of his fellow demons who were useful because of their stupidity.

“Didn’t you say golden brown hair and that she’s a beauty. Her clothes are rich, and it was tattered. She possibly fell unconscious when she was trying to protect herself. What was that called, the power burst?” asked Fjor.

“I will still need to see her to confirm if it is her or not,” said Greyson. Today was the night of the golden moon, but for some reason, the moon had not shown up in the sky, and it was making him restless.

“Master!” suddenly came a voice from the other of the corridor, and both Greyson and Fjor went to see who it was. They caught sight of a young-looking vampire who had his hair oiled and combed to the side. “Where did master disappear?” asked the man.

Fjor turned to look at Greyson with an uninterested look on his face. “Seems like a lost duck.” At the same time, Beth, who was regaining consciousness, started to move and tried to get free from the binds. She fell on the ground who was inside the gunny bag. “Fuck, she’s strong!” exclaimed Fjor, trying to keep the girl down. Not knowing what else to do, he raised his hand and plummeted his hand at the end of the gunny bag, knowing it was where the girl’s head was, and the girl’s movements stopped again.

The other demon, Greyson, who had seen Fjor struggle to keep the girl still, could only believe that this was the dark angel. He felt an ominous feeling when he caught sight of the vampire looking for someone amid the chaos of blood and fighting in the castle. Greyson was no a mere demon, but he was one of the preachers in Hell. He had been looking to gain powers and dethrone the devil for so long, and the dark angel was the one who could make his wish come true.

“Do you know who that is?” questioned Greyson, and Fjor at the same moment hoisted the gunny bag back on his shoulder.

“The thin vampire?” asked Fjor, his eyes looked back and forth to make sure they were not going to be attacked by anyone. “Are we leaving? Our work is done here, Greyson.”

“It’s time to leave,” and in a blink of an eye, both the demons along with the girl turned to smoke without a trace of them being there a few seconds ago.