Chapter 201: Mother
Violet sat in the passenger seat of her own body with Ezelreth taking the lead.
They were shown around his massive hideout. Even if they walked it all day, it wouldn’t compare to the vast numbers and space here.
"You’ve done well here." Ezelreth said to Theoron.
"Thank you, your grace. I have a surprise for you." The rogue king Theoron said.
"Do tell."
The Rogue King was given intent on a mole he had in his ranks. And Ezelreth would be the one to interrogate the mole.
This delighted him.
The man she learned was named Micca, had given up the name of the mole in trade for protection against the Alpha King, the one who took Violet’s daughter.
It seemed everyone with Violet had an issue with the Alpha King.
She hoped the goddess’s words were true, and that her daughter, Odette, was safe. Away from all of this.
They walked into a cold brightly lit room with intense white walls that screamed when walking near. The cries of the many victims that had seen the inside of this room stained the air. Making Violet uncomfortable.
She could sense the pain this room has hosted and seen. The years of agony endured by its past occupants.
What Violet saw in the center of the room strapped to a cold steel chair was a small frail looking girl with black hair that laid flat against her head sticky and heavy from blood and sweat. Her body was cut up over and over again, like she was a medical guinea pig for scientists to toy with.
Her skin was ghostly pale.
She looked familiar. Older, but familiar, she just couldn’t place where.
"The girl hasn’t said a word. I can barely make her cry." The man holding a knife dripping with blood and something she couldn’t name.
"It’s my turn." Ezelreth spoke with Violet’s voice.
Ezelreth didn’t take any weapons. He walked over to her and kneeled before her. gripping her chin with such ferocity, it forced the girls eyes wide open.
Violent recognized those eyes instantly. The girl from her birthday. The girl that helped kidnap Violet before the massacre.
It was her.
All grown up. Despite the bruising that was yell to heal, and the dried and fresh blood that stained her sunken cheeks, she was beautiful.
"You poor girl." Violet said to herself.
"Look at you pretty little thing, why have you been so strong? What is it you fight for?"
She looked questioningly at them, her eyes bright with innocence and youth.
"Don’t let those puppy dog eyes fool you, she’s a vicious little beast. Fast, quiet and deadly. She moves without a sound. We only caught her by mistake. If we hadn’t gotten lucky, we wouldn’t have her in our grasps." The man told them.
"Hard to believe someone like her could be a such threat." He looked with disbelief.
Thinking these men of Theoron’s must be incompetent if a little girl like her could evade them so easily.
What they didn’t know was this little girl was Esmerelda, a trained assassin. She was sharper than a razor, and more silent than death. She had a plan and knew exactly what she was doing.
She needed to see the threat she had been searching for. She knew he would be coming soon; the pack had been preparing for his arrival. What she didn’t expect was for him to be her. The woman from the massacre. The woman... the person the vampires came for. Except the person before her was terrifying. Her eyes had dragon slits. And glowed with shades of pink and red. Her skin was paler and her cheeks sharper. Her nails were long and black.
She barely looked like the woman Esmerelda saw the night her brother died.
This was a monster in a flesh suit.
A knock at the door broke the tension that had started to build as recognition settled in Esmerelda.
"Come in Roger." Theoron called out.
"My king. The Alpha King just entered a weygate and is head this way."
Theoron Was curious as to how the son of a bitch was able to get in without using dark magic.
But it seemed Ezelreth knew.
He smirked.
"I’ll handle it." He walked over to the man holding a blade and said "I need a needle with wolfsbane."
The man smiled knowing what Ezelreth planned to do with it.
He handed him the needle and Ezelreth jabbed into Esmerelda’s neck. She hissed and winced when it jabbed.
She felt the burn of it run through her body, she had some poison immunity, but she wasn’t strong enough to withstand this kind of dose. Her wolf went completely silent and her body became limp, she was unable to move her limbs much.
Ezelreth undid her restraints and handed the girl over to Micca, "Drag her with us."
"What do you plan to do?" Micca asked.
Ezelreth with Violets face shot Micca an intense threatening glare "Do not ever think of questioning me again. Do as your told or I’ll kill you. You’re a disloyal dog and I have no use for stupid useless, mutts, so prove your worth and follow orders." Ezelreth snapped at Micca, practically biting his head off.
Micca grabbed the girl’s dirty flat hair and dragged her out of the room.
Esmerelda was too weak to fight back, too weak to lift her hands and hold her scalp and even attempt to get relief.
They made their way through the windy path of the weylines floor.
Micca smelled the Alpha King before he could see him and spoke first.
"Well, well, good to see."
"Micca you rat treacherous bastard."
Ezelreth paid them no pain, he simply stood in the back and observed. Scanning over the soldiers until his eyes laid on the one thing he was searching for.
And when Violet spotted his target, her breath hitched.
Odette.
Her daughter.
Longing and yearning filled Violet’s heart and soul. It ached to reach out for her daughter. To try and protect her.
’What was she even doing here?’ Violet asked herself.
She shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous. Violet was possessed and if she came to close to her daughter, she was scared of what Ezelreth would do.
"The MoonChild in today’s world looks so much like Omara, yet so different." Ezelreth was also intrigued by her enchanting red eyes that were deep like blood but glowed with crimson.
This MoonChild was more.
Not enough to beat him. But more.
That’s when he noticed Violet’s face and noticed the Moonchild’s face.
"That’s your daughter, isn’t it." He began laughing hysterically "Oh this is too rich. The irony is truly divine."
Violet growled. "Don’t you touch her."
"Oh but my dear, don’t you know, we’re destined too.
"No!" Violet yelled.
But Ezelreth didn’t answer, he just moved forward in Violet’s body.
"Mother."