Chapter 80
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Beta Drescher Volkov was insane. That was the only explanation for what he had done and said in the little time he had been here in front of the Lycan King. He had no remorse on his face and he seemed to really want to throw a punch at the king and even worse, like he wanted to let the whole world know that the Lycan queen was nothing but a woman too loose, one who would whip up her skirt for anyone who was willing. He looked so terrifying, but there was none more terrifying than the Lycan king, especially when they were still feeling the aftereffects of his growl.
The throne room was still shaking, the guards had taken cover, same parts of the room were falling apart and there was already a dent that formed where Beta Drescher was standing. There was a huge hole that was slowly lighting up with fire and even then, Beta Drescher Volkov didn’t look the least bit scared. If anything, unlike the people in the throne room who were worried for their safety and even a tad bit for Drescher’s life, beta Drescher was adjusted alright.
The daring smirk on his face never left as he glared at the Lycan king, daring the man to do anything more. Drescher knew that the king was an animal in the worst of ways and yet as he stood there with a fire circle forming around him and the blaze growing by the second, he didn’t flinch. He was enjoying this and that was the twisted part of it all. He knew that he was doing something so dangerous and that didn’t even scare him. Maybe it was because of the madness he had gone through in the dungeons. Or maybe he knew that there, with the royal council watching, Miroslav Ibrahimovich wouldn’t ever do anything to him.
He couldn’t, right?
“Careful, Drescher. You know I never bluff about anything, and right now, you’re walking on very thin ice. Who knows, when the fire might just consume you and I will stand here watching while you get burnt and never fade? If you think you can create a simple hell here, then you have something else coming for you…. I invented hell If I were you, I would tread very very carefully. Who knows when the bastard dark king might snap,” King Miroslav said to Drescher, his voice so cold that it literally felt like the room had gone down a few degrees.
The people in the throne room were in shock. No one had ever talked like that to the king and no one had dared to risk their lives like that. However, Drescher was here talking shit about the first person that King Miroslav Ibrahimovich had genuinely fallen in love with Drescher had no clue what had been going on in Asmoria and yet he had managed to piss the Lycans the moment that he had followed the portal and come to this point. Maybe he really had lost a few nuts in the dungeons, but goddamn.
“Aww did I hurt the pretty king’s feelings by calling his whore of a queen what she truly is? Forgive me Your Highness, I didn’t know you liked her skirts zipped… Maybe you should teach her that,” Drescher added with a smirk on his face, and King Miroslav glared at him, before the impossible began happening to the beta who was a mouthy little shit. He looked like he was standing while constipating and boy was it not exactly something that anyone would want to see on any afternoon. Hot or chilly.
The fire around Drescher had increased a fewfold, and there was a little bit of fear in Drescher’s eyes. However, that wasn’t the thing that shocked the Lycans in the room. Hell, even the royal council members had to look around and see for themselves if they didn’t have the spawn of evil among them. But then again, King Miroslav Ibrahimovich was so dark in so many ways that the darkness before dawn had nothing on his kind of darkness. He was bad in every way, terrible for all souls except for Ralphine.
The fire simmered down just enough to ensure that everyone in the room could see what was happening to Drescher. He was trying to hold his screams in but there was only so much he could hold onto. He couldn’t keep up the strong man habit and clearly, the longer King Miroslav’s eyes stayed on Drescher Volkov, the more the Lycans knew what it meant to fuck around and find out when it came to the deadly Lycan king. His darkness was finally showing and it wasn’t a pretty sight.
“You’re going to love this, Drescher, I believe you are a strong man who doesn’t get his feelings hurt when someone they care about hurts, right?” King Miroslav taunted, right as another portal opened, and through it came Drescher’s entire family. His father, his mother, and his twin sisters. They looked so green and out of touch with this new reality as they stared around the room. Everything here looked beautiful, until their eyes went to the center of the room wlyre their eldest was standing, his back stripped while he stood in a fire. It was an insane thing to do, but then the king was done thinking for Drescher’s sake.
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Before Drescher could say anything. King Miroslav motioned for the guards to hold Drescher’s father and bring him forward to where his son was. Papa Drescher was still shackled and in silver chains just like the remaining family members. The silver was burning through their skin, but nothing more painful than what they were watching. They were confused as hell, and no one had bothered to introduce them to whatever fade this was. It was crazy, really and Drescher felt his heart shatter, even as his father was brought forward. But even in the midst of all that, the smirk never left Drescher Volkov’s face. It was like he was encouraging this and that was crazy of him.
“Lay him on the floor, the Lycan king said to the warriors who didn’t hesitate to join Drescher’s father to the ground, making sure to tie his hands and legs. The man was in shock, trying to understand what the fuck his son had or have done to make things this cruel. It was like this was the man’s punishmen for having a useless son like Drescher but then it wasn’t like the deities were counting, right? Children like Drescher were like a curse that could be eliminated and right this moment, Drescher’s father wished that he knew what was happening.
“Do you have anything to say to your father, Drescher?” the Lycan king asked and Drescher just stared at the king coldly, his eyes still holding a resentment that was terrifying. It could have easily made anyone fold, but the man he was staring at was the Lycan king so he had to know that none of that glaring shit would work on an Ibrahimovich, right? He had to have expected the worst, or maybe a part of Drescher was counting on Ralphine’s belief in humanity, right? Funny how he was about to watch the worst happen and yet he didn’t seem to care
“Why, so I can feed your ego and make to feel you’re superior? Do your worst, King Miroslav. It wouldn’t be the first time that Asmoria witnessed your brutality or even how you enjoy ruining people’s lives. Your parents should have forced you into ashes before they left for the afterlife. What a waste. They would really be disappointed if they saw the man you’ve
Or maybe this is become, but hey, perhaps folding my father like that will give you the motivation to be like your father, no you projecting your daddy issues to us. Who knew the great king would just be another whiny little shit with no understanding of the world?” Drescher asked in disbelief.
His eyes were not even looking at his father and King Miroslav smirked at that Drescher, just like most sons was obviously fond of his father, he had to have known that the worst could happen and yet somehow a part of him was going that the king would have some humanity for the sake of the rest of Drescher’s family, but then that didn’t matter to Miro. He was a raging king. A king whose queen had been disrespected. He wasnt standing up for Ralph because she was weak, but because every king was meant to protect their queen, no matter what the cost was. It was a losing war and no one would ever change that. Not even Drescher fucking Volkov.
“Bring it,” the king said and soon enough the Lycan warriors brought forth a transparent glass bowl that was ridiculously long and wide enough to hold soup for at least fifty people. It was crazily huge and Drescher found it a little amusing.
“You seem to want to feed the entire Astoria for my family, Ibrahimovich. You must really be desperate to prove how powerful you are, no?” Drescher said and the king smirked at him. Drescher’s father was mute and couldn’t let out a sound. He couldn’t only let out little groans and whimpers, something that Drescher had yet to understand. This was madness of the highest order and honestly, he wasn’t sure what to expect anymore. But he wouldn’t budge, he still stood by his words.
“Do it,” the king’s command came, and Drescher kept his eyes on his father, who was tied up on the ground. His father looked so helpless and Drescher wasn’t to say anything, but his own father could take care of himself. After all, he was a Volkov, right? There was not much that the man could hold back But then again, the heat that was stirring up around Drescher was scary and most of the Lycans had started sweating in the room. It was something that was cruel, but Drescher was hiding a little too well. He wasn’t going to crack, right?
“Quit the theatrics, King Miroslav. You’re so lame you don’t even understand what it means to have leverage. I must let you know that my father is a werewolf beta. And he has endured a lot of pain. So, if you think you can break him, then you have something else coming. He is well trained for all sorts of pain and your torture methods don’t stand a chance with him. If I were you, I wouldn’t even bother with putting in so much effort. It only makes you look more pathetic,” Drescher coaxed and the king smirked longingly at him, almost like there’s something better.
All this time, Ralph was silent. She hadn’t said a word and hadn’t even moved. She had been called names by the man who had broken her heart one too many times and the same man who was a walking symbol of Koslov and the Koslov power. This man had shattered her heart and had been proud of it, and that was something that Ralphine despised on so many levels. Anyone in her state could have reacted, but as it was, she didn’t. Instead, her face was still blank and emotionless. She looked like a stone and that was scary, because all this time, her eyes were trained on Drescher Volkov.
“Now,” King Miroslav said and Drescher rolled his eyes at the king. This man was insane and had a flair for drama but then
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whatever the fuck he was doing was making Drescher think that the king hadn’t ever expected to have a prisoner like Drescher, it made him feel like the king had just run out of options and was improvising, but was Miroslav really? The king was a feral man and his reputation precedes him, so surely Drescher wouldn’t expect mercy just because the king had a queen, right? Or maybe there was more to this, but if so, then what?
“Pussies,” Drescher added as he stared at the king, only for him to feel ants crawling up his skin. They were biting him and tearing through him like he was another meal for the lot of them. Unknown to him Drescher had been coated in a scent that would attract the wild ants and make them go feral. It was the scent that was called out for insects and other tiny animals alike. The scents were heightened by fires and right now, Drescher was the perfect feast for little ants that were craving his body. He was just there with nothing to help him. You would have thought that the fire would have been scary for the ants. and yet the little animals feasted on Drescher.
As if that wasn’t already terrible enough, seeing as his body was quick to start swelling from the little poisonous ant bites. Drescher saw something that got his heart shattering and his mind–blowing up in his head bit by bit. It was the most unexpected of things and he finally was understanding what the entire realm had meant when they said that the dark king was the devil of the devils himself. Surely King Miroslav couldn’t do that, right? Surely he could be stopped by Ralphine, no? Surely there had to be another way out of this? Oh, but Drescher had so many questions but no answers.
There in front of him, his mother was tied up like his father and forced on the ground. She was tipped off her shirts and everyone right here could see the belly that had once held Drescher years and years ago. That in itself got the Lycans and everyone else confused but what the guards did next scared everyone in there. Even Drescher who had been hurting from the ants went still from the sheer shock of what he was seeing there. There was just no way that this was real, and at the same time, it was very real.
Unlike his father whose mouth had been covered to stop him from screaming, Mama Drescher was not muted. If anything, she was just there lying on the floor with the bowl on her stomach, only for one of the high guards to lift the bowl and put Two mice under the bowl. It was a sickening sight and a confusing one, since no one understood what was going on there But then when the guards grabbed a few fire stones and placed them right above the transparent bowl, the agenda was as clear as day, and it was then that Mama Drescher let out a scream of agony.
The heat above the bowl was too much for the little rodents in the bowl and they were fighting to get out, only that the only soft surface they could claw through, was Mama Drescher’s belly. She was an innocent woman, whose only mistake was to bear the worst of the worst betas in the world. Her mistake was bringing up a son who was useless and inhumane and humanity itself was distancing itself from him. But then maybe this was a hallucination, right?
“Please, stop. Mama Drescher screamed out for mercy, but no one was helping.
