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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 366 Familiarity
A slender black-haired woman, joined the scene. "Levy! What are you do –"
Her words suddenly faltered, her sentence left hanging as her gaze landed on Levy's unusually pensive demeanor. Following the trajectory of Levy's transfixed gaze, her eyes settled on Gav's towering form. And in that moment, the woman seemed to immediately felt the unmistakable aura about Gav, that blend of mystique and dominance that seemed to weave an invisible net of gravity around him, pulling attention and commanding respect.
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Despite the woman's confident entry a while ago, she obviously cowered a little as she forced herself to look at Levy again. "You know him?" her voice lowered in a very cautious manner as she asked. Her blue eyes then flitted cautiously between Levy and Gav.
Levy blinked, shook his head as if to clear his mind, then scratched the back of his neck - a telltale sign of his uncertainty. He offered a sheepish grin towards the woman, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper as if sharing a secret, "I feel like… I indeed know him. Not just know him actually." He tilted his head in a way as though he was truly trying to force himself to remember something. "But it's strange… I cannot remember."
The woman creased her brows before shifting his gaze to Gav and accidentally made eye contact with him, causing her to seemingly freeze for a moment. While stepping into the thief's back with one foot, Levy broke the silence, pulling Gav's attention back to him. "Uh… do you happen to remember me?" He smiled shyly. "I feel like I know you but… it's strange but I couldn't remember."
Just as when Elle thought Gav would ignore the man, Gav, to Elle's surprise, responded. His voice, a silken blend of authority and intrigue, "What is your name? You're… familiar."
"Really?!" the policeman exclaimed, suddenly looking all happy. "My name is Levy. Levy Caster!"
Gav mused over the name. "Levy." He muttered. Levy's eyes, wide and expectant, mirrored the energy of a huge puppy awaiting acknowledgment from a long-lost master.
"Your name indeed… sounds familiar." Gav nodded, and he too was obviously trying his best to remember something. But in the end, just like Levy, Gav's attempt seemed fruitless as well. Levy didn't look disappointed though and instead continued asking while he was pressing his feet harder onto the thief who now started to struggle beneath him. "How about you? What is your name? I think I will definitely remember."
"Gavriel." Gav immediately replied and for a moment there, Levy seemed to become very still. The dark-haired woman that was somehow still standing right there looked confused and utterly amazed at the same time. It was as if she was trying to decipher why Levy was so carefree before Gav!
"Your name rings a bell for me too…" Levy forced a shy chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. Obviously, Levy couldn't remember a think even after hearing the man's name.
"Caster… We have to go, Caster." The black-haired woman finally said, looking at Levy with meaningful gaze. "Oh, right. I'm sorry but we have to go… we're going to deal with this little rat here and then me and my sweet partner will have to – ouch!" Levy trailed off when the woman pinched him hard at the back. "Detective Laiza Sloan, you can't flirt with me like that in front of – ouch!" The woman grabbed the thief and dragged him away leaving Levy. So Levy quickly brought out a card and politely gave it to Gav. "Apologies, but duty calls, or else my sweet Laiza will have my head," he quipped, his laughter a melodic contrast to Laiza's stern demeanor.
"Who the fuck is your sweet girl, you, airhead?!" the woman named Laiza yelled. The corners of Levy's lips quirked up in an infectious, wholehearted chuckle. His laughter a melodious chime that cut through the thrumming energy of the crowd, "That's my girl, Laiza by the way." he told Gav with a twinkle in his eyes. Then drawing himself to full height, he offered a more formal tone. "I must go. Do contact me when you have time, I believe I should be able to remember something, if not everything, the next time we meet." With a grin that balanced mirth and courtesy, Levy took a step back without breaking eye contact. And when Gav acknowledged with a solemn nod, without another word, Levy turned on his heels, chasing after the female detective.
Gav stared at the card in his hand before lifting his head towards the leaving Levy. Just as Levy was about to be swallowed by the bustling crowd, he cast a final, spirited wave over his shoulder, before his silhouette gradually obscured by the throngs of people.
Elle sighed, unable to keep a smile from crossing her face now. She couldn't help but imagine the Levy guy as a golden retriever. Elle then shifted her curious gaze to Gav. Gav wasn't from this world so there's no way he knew that Levy guy! The possibility of him having prior connections with Levy was just improbable. And yet, Elle didn't know why but even she felt like the two were truly not complete strangers to each other. There was such a familiarity between them, as if their souls recognized each other despite their minds drawing a blank. Intrigued, Elle voiced her thoughts, her brow furrowing in curiosity. "Do you think you've crossed paths with him before?"
Gav looked at the paper again and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Something mysterious also glimmered in his eyes. "I don't know. I don't remember a thing about him but… I feel like I am really glad to see him here looking fine and happy." Carefully stowing the card away, Gav's gaze met Elle's. But soon, his attention was diverted upwards, to the skies that were gradually filling with brooding, dark clouds. His demeanor shifted, the lightness replaced with seriousness. "A storm is brewing. We should go. It's about time for us to reach our destination."
Elle cast a quick glance at the foreboding horizon and nodded in agreement. "You're right."
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 367 Descent
Midnight. Outside the Reigns castle…
Sebastian stood there silently. His demeanor remained calm, and his piercing grey eyes were unflinchingly fixed on the grand structure before him.
The rain was strong. The wind howled, rustling the leaves and causing the ancient trees to groan in response. This entire hill, upon which the Reigns castle majestically stood, seemed caught in the heart of the raging storm.
With barely a sound, Lucas appeared, landing swiftly and gracefully next to Sebastian. His arrival was heralded only by the subtle rustling of his coat, which fluttered like the wings of a nocturnal creature.
"It's about time, Your Highness," Lucas said, his voice cool and composed despite the chaos around them.
Sebastian gave a slight nod, his face partially hidden by the cascading rain. "Don't you think this storm is a bit too much?" he inquired.
"Ehm… I think so too, actually. Alexander seemed a bit overdoing it. The human soldiers trying to cross the borders are said to be literally pushed back by these fierce gusts right now." A smirk played on Lucas's lips. "But don't worry, he's just probably indulging himself after refraining from using his power for so long."
Sebastian sighed let out a thoughtful sigh. "Well, he claims to be a civilized person now."
"Exactly. So he's not going to cause any unnecessary deaths, and that's the only thing that matters–"
Suddenly, a tree branch, propelled by the furious wind, hurtled towards Lucas, causing him to sidestep and dodge.
"Probably…" Lucas continued.
Sebastian's expression abruptly changed. His eyes, once pensive, now bore such incredible intensity. This change did not escape Lucas, who felt an immediate tug at his warrior instincts, causing him to immediately turn serious.
"As planned, I'm getting in first." Sebastian declared and with that, he took a confident stride towards the looming entrance of the castle. "Please be careful, Your Highness." Lucas told him. "Don't forget someone is waiting for your return in Black Forest."
At the mention of Black Forest, a hint of warmth touched Sebastian's eyes. The corner of his lip curled into a half-smile. "I know," he whispered. And then, like a wisp of shadow, he disappeared into the castle's ominous darkness,
Once Sebastian was gone, Lucas took a deep breath. He raised his hand, and almost instantly, from the shadows, figures emerged, their pallor skin contrasting starkly against the dark backdrop. The vampires stood in silent formation, their crimson eyes aglow, radiating an otherworldly energy and readiness.
When all lights in the castle were extinguished, indicating that all was set, Lucas' senses sharpened. He could hear the subtlest rustling, feel the pulse of every creature nearby. He raised his hand again, and with a swift movement, signaled the next phase of their strategy.
Responding with supernatural agility, the vampires surged forward. Their movements, a blur to the human eye, bore the elegance of predators and the discipline of elite warriors.
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Sebastian's footsteps echoed through the sinister silence of the throne hall, a space once adorned with grandeur, now transformed into a scene of horror.
The scent of blood was potent and lifeless bodies scattered on the floor.
At the center, upon the majestic throne carved from obsidian and adorned with gemstones that symbolized the Reigns' lineage, sat Elijah. There was a woman in his lap. Her face bore a vacant expression as the last of her essence was drained by the prince. When Elijah pulled his face away from her neck, the crimson stream flowed freely, dripping onto the cold marble floor.
Elijah then discarded the woman's lifeless body. His eyes, that used to have the regal crimson glow that a Reign prince possess, now held a hellish hue of the darkest red. His skin was now pallid and cadaverous. His hands were claw-like, and his veins, now had the same color as his eyes, protruded prominently against his ash-colored and corpse-like skin.
The remnants of his princely demeanor and elegant appearance were now completely gone. At the entrance of the hall, Sebastian stood tall, his posture unyielding but his eyes blazed a fiery crimson, reflecting both his royal lineage and his fury. The sight before him was a perversion of everything the Reigns stood for!
This man before him could no longer be called a Reign. No, this creature was no longer even a vampire. He's now… a corrupted being. In short, a mindless monster. The signs of corruption were obvious: the eyes devoid of humanity, the corpse-like skin, the color of his protruding veins and the insatiable thirst for blood and death. Since… when? When had Elijah started this descent into darkness? When had Elijah even become corrupted?
Vampire corruption was something that was unheard of for centuries. Vampires were immune to sickness. However, within their seemingly invulnerable existence, there was one affliction they acknowledged as one and only true vampire's ailment: Corruption. The knowledge surrounding this ominous condition was scarce because there were only three vampires throughout the entirety of vampiric history that had developed or had been hit by this so called Corruption. Strikingly, all three were blue-blooded, and were direct heirs to the vampire throne. This led many to speculate that Corruption was only confined to the male Reigns.
It was also said that once this nefarious condition took hold, hope for reversion to their former selves was zero. The exact cause of this corruption also remains a mystery, with no definitive explanation provided in any records.
And one of the worst thing about this was that these corrupted heirs will not only lose their humanity. Their powers and abilities will also reach far beyond their pinnacle, automatically turning them into destructive creatures that were nothing but a massive danger to the world. In fact, it was said that two corrupted princes long time ago had lived for countless of years, wreaking havoc, and causing so much death and destruction because none could stand against them. Elijah's voice, tainted with an eerie fusion of cruel delight and hollow malevolence, resonated through the hall. "You're finally here, my dearest brother," he murmured, his words ringing like a mournful hymn signaling a prince's descent into darkness and the rise of a true monster.
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