Chapter 75
When the former Lycan King Ibrahimovich had approached Viktor and Helon for the next beta and enforcer position in Astoria a thousand years ago, he hadn’t quite mentioned how dangerous his son was. The former king had only ever told the duo that they needed to be loyal to the crown or they would unlock a side of his son that even he never wanted to see. At that time, Hei and Viktor hadn’t
someone they could rely on.
23ken him seriously because, to them, Prince Miroslav Ibrahimovich was a good friend and
The Miro they knew was a great prince with a dangerous reputation on the battlefields, and he dominated them so well that instead of worrying about the safety of Asmoria, the Lycans begin praying for the prince to have some sanity and not turn out to be a wild Lycan who they wouldn’t know what to do with, despite the power he held. It was a sincere prayer really and they couldn’t be blamed. They had seen their dear 1 ycan prince be the devil I battle and they could only hope that he didn’t turn out that way even at home. But then Miro never cared about power. All he ever cared about was war
Viktor and Heion knew that Miro was cruel but he was never crubl within Asmoria. Sure, he never talked much, but he was never the kind to cause his people harm. That was the king that Helon and Viktor had sworn to serve until the end of their lives if ever such a time came. It had been a simple promise of servitude forever. A reminder that they would always be there for the king even if everyone was against him. It was supposed to be that simple. And simple it was, until the king got a queen and the chaos really ensured.
“Holy hell,” the best friends breathed defeatedly as they stood at the door of the guestroom, not sure if they were supposed to go in or if they were to stay outside the door for fear of what this meant for them or anyone who was wandering around. Thankfully, the Asmoria Lycans were all out in the field waiting to chant prosecution sentences to the father and son who had tried to duck them over because of a damned treaty. The humiliation that was waiting for the Bashiris was imminent in the worst of ways possible. But would it, with the King and queen not even coming to the sentencing?
Queen Ralph was meant to be the one person who kept the great Lycan king sane and if they were being honest, she had done a really good job in doing that. She had been the bright light in the dark King’s life despite being so new to all of this
had worked a and even the fact that she had come from a home that had ruined her and the power completely. Their queen little too hard and they couldn’t deny that pretty little fact, ever. She had kept the king as sane as anyone would ever be, she had been beside him, calming him down and helping him with the kingdom
She had been the ultimate queen for them. But then there was always going to be a darkness that came with Miroslav Ibrahimovich, a darkness that was hard on the mate bond, a darkness that came with falling in love with Miroslav Ibrahimovich. It was the kind of darkness with an allure that the rumors of old had talked of, the king that many had tried to hide away from the queen in the hope that she would stay with their king, seeing as she always made him happy. But did happiness look like what Hei and Viktor were seeing right now? Was this what their standard of happiness had been reduced or forced into?
“Miro?” Viktor called out as he tried to make it all make sense. The king, who was supposed to be taking the day off, was currently here, with his queen, in the guestrooms. Well, that wasn’t exactly something to be alarmed about, even if the guest room was for Bashir. Perhaps they had come to talk shop seeing as the treaty had been sighted and the trial for Alpha Bashir’s father was today and the Lycans were waiting. It was supposed to be that simple, but was this it for them?
“What the hell happened here?” Heion asked, even though his voice came off as a quiet whisper, almost like he himself was worried about the outcome of all this. If he was honest, Heion was about to shit his pants at the moment. The sight was so terrifying that even though he was so important to the King, he wasn’t sure about that anymore. That was how bad all of this was. What Enforcer Heion was seeing was similar to the worst of nightmares and something that even he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. He wasn’t sure who the enemy was yet, but this was not something to wish even on humanity.
“Are we hallucinating, Hei?” Viktor was scared for his soul and the souls of everyone in Asmoria. The sight before them scared the sanity and insanity out of them. All that was left was an emptiness that none of them was brave enough to fill up. a void that was filled with questions that neither of them wanted to ask out loud or even think of at the moment. It was like they had been forced into a hollow drum and they needed to get accustomed to it, only that it scared the hell out of them. Perhaps even the devil would be scared of the shit they had just witnessed, and were still witnessing.
“I think I’m about to faint,” was Hei’s response before the Lycan king’s enforcer fell to the ground, unconscious. Oh, but this real time. Whatever had was probably not deserved, but one thing that Hei was sure of was that the sight wasn’t the kind of shock for a faint heart This wasn’t something that anyone would want their children to see and honestly, it was horror in r
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transpired here would go down as the worst of the worst things that could have happened in Asmoria or even in the palace itself. This wasn’t what humanity considered humanity, no. This was hell.
“Miro. Why?” Viktor forced out softly, his voice fading like he was about to fall down himself.
The Lycan beta looked at his king and queen clawing at what seemed to be bodies of persons. It wasn’t hard to tell who those bodies belonged to, seeing as there had been tensions the previous day. But for them to be reduced into a puddle of meat pieces, and broken yet extremely chewed bones, wasn’t what Viktor and Hcion were expecting. There was no way of telling whether this was the scene of an accident, the scene of an abduction, the scene of a slaughter house or this was the royal palace and just another guest room of theirs.
All of this was confusing as hell and the royals covered in blood and thick patches of flesh weren’t helping either. This was a cruel reminder for Viktor and Hei, that the man the former king had warned them about had come to life. He had broken all the possible barriers and made a show, like it was just another day for them in the kingdom of darkness. Was this it really though? This was insanity and cruelty on the highest scale and it scared Viktor.
“Hmm,” the king growled as he looked at his best friend, ignoring the horrified look on his face, and even the fallen Heion whose clothes were slowly being drenched in the blood that was currently spilled on the floor. It was all so messy, so fucked up, but the king and his queen didn’t seem to mind that. If anything, it was tempting to assume that this was fun for them with the ways they were covered from head to toe in blood. They looked like they had been conducting a ritual and that Viktor and Heion had interrupted them.
It didn’t take long for Viktor to get the memo that they had interrupted something important to the royals; if a slaughter was that important. So, the Lycan beta defeatedly did the only thing he could at the moment.
He walked out of the guest room and locked the door, before he leaned on the wall of the hallway, like that was supposed to help him catch a breath and more importantly tell him that all of this was just a dream. That all that he had seen wasn’t real and that he was hallucinating, Viktor looked genuinely horrified and pale as he stood in the long and wide hallway, but there was nothing he could do. He looked like a newbie to the battlefield when he was a warrior himself. But then even this was a little too much for a warrior to take on.
The stench of contaminated blood, piss, and the annoyingly loud slurping sounds from inside the room got him rushing to the nearest flower pot to puke his guts out. He was always strong, but he couldn’t take it this time. This was too much even for him. Viktor hated the fact that he was one to take breakfast early and after this, there was a chance that he wouldn’t eat his meal unless he knew what Miro was doing and where Miroslay was at all times, for his peace of mind.
Many people who always talked about Lycan being the cruelest of creatures had obviously not set their eyes on Miroslav Ibrahimovich and his queen. Perhaps that’s why it was easy for them to come together. These two were the perfect match. handmade by the devil himself. There was no other explanation and boy was it disgustingly understandable, but disgusting nonetheless.
“Goddess save your soul, Drescher, Viktor said softly once he was done puking his guts out, only for him to fall down the hallway, unconscious, with the flower pot topping over him, covering him in his own mess. This was really quite the day for them.
