Captive Slave 102

Chapter 102

GRAND LORD VLADYA

"This has never happened before in our history. This... coming back from a feral state. How did I return?" Daemonikai pulled back, his gaze sharpened, filled with seriousness.

Vladya was beginning to suspect he might have an inkling as to why. But he still needed confirmation. "I'm not entirely certain myself. How much do you remember?"

"Very little. The grand king pressed a hand to his forehead, a frown creasing his brow. "It's all... hazy. Like an empty space in my mind, filled with a dense fog. All 1 was aware of was the passage of time." "Nothing else?" Vladya pressed, his lips thinning. "You have no memory of my visits? Not even a flicker of recognition?"

"Nothing." Daemon admitted, "Perhaps it will all return with time I still can't fathom it... to think five hundred years have passed since... His voice trailed off, the pain of his loss evident in his eyes. A tense silence stretched between them.

"What was it like? Being feral?" Vladya asked.

Daemonikai pondered the question. "Numb." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Blank. It's difficult to describe."

Considering that Vladya was headed down that path, perhaps numbness wouldn't be such a terrible fate. If they let him live long enough to experience it, that is.

Ferals were killed on sight; they are simply too dangerous. The grand king was an anomaly, no one was ready to let go.

"It's late," Vladya announced, breaking the silence. "You need restto recover. I'll take my leave

His friend gave a nod, a weary acceptance in his eyes. "Very well will see you at sunrise,"

Vladya reached the door, then paused, turning back. "Daemon?

He looked up.

"I am sorry about your family. I know it would not ease your pain, but..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

Daemonikai swallowed tightly. "I am sorry about Tiara, too."

you for not dying on me." With that, he

to escape the whispers of the memories. Yet, try as he might, he could not silence them. Images surfaced with agonizing clarity, their faces etched in his mind. Though the scent of Evie had long since faded,

other half? How does one arn to live without the one

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Chapter 102

his loss pressed down upon him, suffocating him with its unbearable

not been entirely truthful

a fragment of memory that lingere. A scent. An intoxicating, alluring

could not quite grasp. He knew he would not recognize it if he smelled it again, but the memory of

soft as he made his way towards the bed. Yet sleep

come.

in a

He would rather remain awake than

For their sake, he

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

Zaiper remained trapped in a

motions like a hollow shell. It was as if some invisible puppeteer

smile had appeared genuine, that it looked convincing.

had escorted Daemonikai from the arena to the fortress, Zaiper hoped his trembling knees and bloodshot eyes had/ gone unnoticed. He could not recall the last time he had felt such profound anguish, such raw pain. He

finale of months of meticulous plotting. That was the plan. Tonight was meant to be

had he survived? How had he escaped the clutches

a hesitant

his torment.

Razarr," Zaiper growled,

with a soft click,

and anger. Nothing made sense anymore. Absolutely nothing. He should have struck sooner. Should have

been for nothing. For

his eyes,

throat, the sound echoing in the empty

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