Captive Slave 162

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Chapter 162

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai bolted upright, his chest heaving as he fought for breath.

The remnants of watching his son taking his last breath clung to him as he staggered to the window. He gasped for air watching the first rays of dawn paint the sky. His chest ached, and his heart burned.

But the suffocating discomfort that woke him was something else. Someone else's pain. So vivid and real as if it were his

own.

A long draught of water did little to soothe his parched throat. He returned to the window, his gaze sweeping over the fields below, painted in hues of gold and amber.

The misery that pulled Daemonikai from the dark hands of his nightmare, dragging him back to his fractured reality, was beginning to fade, leaving him with questions. Questions he could no longer ignore. His family was gone.

There was no one else with such a profound, personal connection to him. So, whose pain had he just felt?

Dressing in his robe, Daemonikai strode out of his chambers.

Time to get answers.

And he knew exactly where to get them.

His guards snapped to attention, and Wegai approached, awaiting his command.

"Blackstone," Daemonikai ordered, marching forward. It was time to confront Vladya. GRAND LORD VLADYA

know you want to. Go to

eyes shut, but the insistent voice

the bed, and fuck her with your cock. Hard, rough, make it hurt.

He fought them tooth and nail, knowing he could never do

Kill some humans. Ten? Fifty? What difference

dug into his arms, leaving crescent-shaped marks

will look good wearing the mark of your

he needed was a good run. Rising abruptly, he donned his robes and headed for the door. "Do not follow me,"

at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All you

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find her sleeping, spread out like a sacrifice on the bed... all for

the fortresses. Then he took off, running

The forest breathed around him, a living, rustling entity under the midnight moon. His feet pounded the earth, his breath coming ragged

as he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering birches, his

time he returned to Blackstone, the first rays of dawn were breaking

had bathed and

with a vengeance, as sleep

Enter the nearest village and drain them all. Take as many females as

pressed his palms against his

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

taking the narrow passageway that led directly to

is inside, is he not?" Daemonikai asked, his

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

hand to silence the courtier who had appeared to announce

of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai's eyes adjusted quickly, and there, in a corner, Vladya sat on the floor, his head buried in

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