Chapter 3

• Chapter
• 2:
• Miaka’s
• P.O.V
• I was looking around the central base for
• evidences when Rain, the commander of my elite guard, came to stand beside me.
• “Your
• Highness, all immortals are secured and the scientist has been contained .Our
• team has also gathered all evidences of DNA they could find in and out of the
• warehouse base.” Rain bowed her head in a curtsy. “The trucks just left for the
• rehabilitation centre. We await your orders.”
• “Thank
• you Rain, I’ll just do a last check and then I’ll burn this place down,” I said
• as I looked at the deserted warehouse. Who could have thought that such heinous
• deeds were being committed inside this innocent looking building?
• “Shall I escort you?” She asked.
• “No. Go wait in the car outside, I’ll be
• right there.” I told her and headed towards a door at the back of the factory.
• The cold storage has to be somewhere in that direction, and although I knew
• what I’d find there, I still went alone. As the Demon King and the head of the
• Dark Council, I’d witnessed far worse scenarios from a very early age. No one
• ever gets used to watching such horrors, but it was like poison, once you take
• it on a daily basis in tiny doses, your body becomes resistant to it. Maybe
• that said something about my sanity, or maybe I was truly becoming a part of my
• world where only the cruel ruled.
• As
• expected, the cold storage was empty except for the slaughtered corpses of
• several immortals. All three of the freezers were in the same condition. Since
• my men had already gone through this entire space, there was nothing else for
• me to do here. I ordered the hounds to leave and they disappeared into the
• shadows, returning to heir home. Since there was nothing else to be found, I
• was about to turn to leave when a faint heartbeat caught my ears.
• And a movement behind me caught my eyes.
• I went to turn towards the noise but
• someone put their hands on my mouth and I was pulled back against a solid wall
• of muscles, my arms held behind my back. But my captor didn’t know who he was
• dealing with. Within the next second, he was pinned to the wall, my dagger at
• his throat with nowhere for him to run. And then my eyes locked with the most
• unusually beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
• They were violet with a hint of bluish grey
• around the pupil, a colour I’ve never seen before, even among demon kind. It
• was like a kaleidoscope of colours, shifting from blue to violet to grey. It
• took me a second to look away from those hypnotic eyes and to a handsome face
• that was all sharp angles and perfect symmetry. Soft black hair fell on his forehead,
• which looked like liquid silk from the light of the lamp overhead. For some
• reason I felt captivated by him, which was strange because beauty wasn’t something
• that I was unaccustomed to.
• There was just something about him that was
• hypnotic…something tantalizing. It held me captive, made my breath swell. He
• was the perfect distraction. And yet I couldn’t make myself end his life.
• “I’m not here to hurt you,” there was no
• fear in his melodic voice, in his eyes. “But I need you to put the dagger down
• so we can talk.”
• I did so instinctively, but my guard was
• still up. Although I did want to laugh at him for trying to reassure me about
• not wanting to hurt me. He clearly had no idea who he was dealing with. Or
• maybe he did know who he was dealing with, unless he was living under a rock
• and hadn’t just witnessed what had happened.
• There
• was however, no way that I was trusting even my own shadow in this place
• pervaded by the stench of death. What I wanted to know even more was how he
• evaded my hounds? How was he still alive? There was no way my hounds had missed
• him. Where had he been hiding? Hellhounds were known to sniff out any living
• being in their vicinity. Unless he was a zombie, he couldn’t have evaded
• defection.
• “Who are you?”I asked him. He couldn’t be
• more than twenty years old and yet he wore the same clothing as the guards had.
• Those vile humans who had been torturing innocent immortals!
• “That’s not important,” he shook his head.
• “You need to come with me, now.”
• He turned and left on the heels of his
• statement, moving further down the hall and away from the storage unit. I
• blinked rapidly at his retreating back, unused to someone expecting me to
• follow orders. Not knowing what else to do, I started following him, knowing
• full well that he just might be leading me into a trap. Well, he could try to
• kill me but I doubt this would be his lucky day.
• But he led me to the actual lab at the back
• of the house where the stench of chemicals combined with immortal blood was so
• strong that it was making my stomach churn. I kept my face expressionless
• despite the situation. This was probably the place where the experiments were
• being conducted because I think I saw several jars at the back of the lab with
• body parts suspended in formaldehyde. I followed him through another set of
• doors with more chemical bottles and even more body parts held in formaldehyde,
• including an entire head of a vampire which had been skinned.
• Whispering a silent prayer in my mind to
• all the souls lost, to all the people I had let down, I followed behind the man
• while placing a hand to my stomach. It was getting nauseating in here and I
• needed to get out soon. I knew I would be scrubbing this stench off my body for
• the next several days. If only regret was as easy to clean as the stench of
• this putrid blood.
• We stopped suddenly in front of a wall at
• the end of the hallway and I thought we had reached a dead end, but then the
• man pressed his palms on the wall and it moved back to reveal a secret trapdoor
• and a set of stairs that led to what appeared to be the basement.
• So that’s how my hounds had missed him!
• I used my senses to search for heartbeats
• or any kind of movements, but all I could hear was the sound of air vents
• turning. The basement was narrow and stingy with the scent of rot and decay
• heavy in the air. This must be some kind of burial site or dumping ground for
• failed experiments.
• “How much further?” I asked him, getting
• impatient. If her was trying to take me to the depths of Hell then the jokes on
• him.
• At first he didn’t answer me, just kept on
• moving forward. His stance was rigid and his shoulders stiff, like a soldier in
• attention. And just when I thought he was purposely ignoring my question, he
• came to an abrupt halt.
• “We’re here.”
• We finally came to a stop in front of a set
• of closed doors. Just like any other door in this facility, this was too was
• made out of metal and looked old. But there was something about this that
• didn’t quiet settle right with me.
• “What’s behind this?” I asked him, a sense
• of dread settling in my stomach.
• He didn’t say another word, simply opened
• the doors wide enough for me to see the contents inside.
• And all the air left my lungs at the sight.