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[Content Warning! In this chapter, there will be gore, blood and presence of child abuse!]
Harding sat in his chair, swirling his wineglass in his hands. He looked quite relaxed with his one leg over another, his eyes looking down at his drink nonchalantly.
However, despite that, the scene happening near him doesn't seem that lighthearted at all. It was as if the tortured screams and cries of people happening right in front of him did not deter him. Rather, it seems like it was exciting for him as there were times that one could see that smirk on the corner of his lips.
If one were to see these people, they'd realized that they were actually children, aged three to six years old. At that moment, there were rogues who were holding down some of the children to the floor while warlocks went to get their blood, cutting off their fingers and digging out their eyes. Their clothes were mostly ripped with evidence of slashes and other physical abuses all over their bodies.
Streams of blood continued to pour down to the ground, painting it crimson red. The smell of metallic blood emitted strongly in the air. However, again, this does not put off Harding, who continued to bask in this sickening pŀėȧsurė..
More and more children continued to scream for help, begging for the pain to stop until Harding got tired of their cries that he told the rogues to slash their mouths. Soon after, many children fainted, either from it being too painful or shocked.
Once it was finally quiet, other than the sounds of slashing and slapping, Harding turned to look at Rehan, who was standing dutifully beside him.
"So, you've met up with that old woman?" Harding asked as he brought his wineglass to his mouth to drink.
"Yes, my Lord."
"And…?"
"Still no children suitable," Rehan informed him.
"Useless thing," Harding muttered as he turned back to the scene in front of him. "And what took you so long?"
"It seems like she requested legal help," Rehan said. "Apparently, her adopted son was suing her for tenant's rights and duties on foreclosure."
"Adopted son?" Harding repeated.
Rehan nodded.
"Oh, he's still alive?" Harding mused.
Rehan nodded again. "It appears that the time we have not seen him was because he had been overseas," he answered. "And he was under the guidance of a Mr. Silas."
Harding turned to Rehan with a frown. "Silas?" he repeated. The name seems familiar to him. Was he Dane's idiotic guardian? His frown deepened. He could have sworn that he had killed him back then.
As if he knew what his master was thinking, Rehan quickly answered, "Yes. After much investigation, we have found out that he's the same Silas that used to be Dane's guardian. It seems that he has returned to Dane's side, wanting to become his guardian once more."
Harding pushed his head back as he laughed out loud. "Another idiot has appeared!" he said sarcastically, still laughing.
He then scoffed, though a sinister smile started to form on his mouth. "I can't wait for this 'reunion' to happen soon when they meet 'him'."
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Erick blinked his eyes furiously. He grudgingly sat up and felt confused. He recalled that, after he had scolded Toby and brushed away Master Silas' apologies, he had taken off after Rehan. Using his senses, he tried to follow Rehan's scent but the latter was sneaky.
He had chased after the warlock even to the outside of town but alas, he wasn't able to. The scent miraculously disappeared just on the outskirts of town. He had just stood there as he looked around, trying to find some clues to the disappearance. It was then he thought of something. That sneaky b*stard must have flown off on his wand.
After fruitlessly chasing that warlock and seeing that there was no way that he could catch up to him, it seems like it has taken quite a toll on Erick. Especially when he didn't fully shift yet overusing his shifter powers, making him more tired.
Hence why he did not know how he ended up in his bed.
He does seem to remember that he saw Amber talking to him in his dreams. Again, he wasn't sure whether that really was a dream or reality. Then again, he thought as he looked around him, it was probably real. Who else would carry him here?
He yawned, scratching the back of his head as he got out of his bed.
Before he could freshen up, the door to his room suddenly opened, revealing Amber's smiling face poking in. "Hey, you're finally up!" she exclaimed happily.
"Was I out that long?" he asked in surprise.
Amber nodded. "Yeah, you really were tired. You were only awake one time after Luka and I brought you to bed. After that, you're knocked out for the whole morning and nearly the whole afternoon," she said.
Erick's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly walked over to the window and was shocked to see that the sun was about to set.
Concerning that he hadn't had anything to eat for nearly a day, she swiftly walked into the room and started to drag him out. "Come on, I've made some food. Our moms even send some food over after they heard that you haven't eaten all day. They must have thought that I didn't feed you or something," she complained while pouting in a cute way.
Erick laughed, pinching his mate's puffed up cheeks. "No way that they think that, love," he said. He then slowly pulled his arm away from her grasp and said, "Let me wash up first. I must stink a lot."
Amber stopped and then started to sniff him. She then cringed, wrinkling her nose as she moved away. She covered her nose and mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Yep, you do stink!"
Erick quickly grabbed the laughing Amber, pulling her hand away from her nose and mouth and lowered his head to kiss her. And as if it has been some time that he hadn't been this close with her, his kiss started to deepen, making Amber feel breathless. She started to punch him lightly, trying to get him off.
She panted hard while trying to give him her angriest glare. "You brute!" she said hoarsely.
"Tease me more and you will see an even more brutish behavior from me," he grinned back as he rubbed his nose against hers.
Amber rolled her eyes and then pushed him away, "Just be quiet and shower!" she scolded. She harrumphed, exiting the room, ignoring the light chuckles from behind her.
Few minutes later, a freshly showered Erick walked into the kitchen where Amber had just finished reheating his dinner.
While Amber was placing the dishes on the dining table, Erick walked up behind her to slide his arms around her waist. He then nuzzled the back of her neck, giving little kisses and said, "What about now? Do I still stink?"
Amber rolled her eyes and lied through her teeth, "Yes, you still stink."
Erick pulled back, turning her in his arms. He then ċȯċked an eyebrow at her and said, "Then shall we shower together for you to make sure that I don't stink?"
Amber pouted, slapping his arm lightly. "Stop it. And get some food first."
Erick grinned widely. "First?" he repeated. "Does this mean that after this, we will shower together?"
Amber pulled away from his arms and retorted, "No! Stop twisting my words and eat!"
Erick just grinned as he took his seat at the dining table.
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[Content Warning! In this chapter, there will be gore, blood and presence of child abuse!]
Harding sat in his chair, swirling his wineglass in his hands. He looked quite relaxed with his one leg over another, his eyes looking down at his drink nonchalantly.
However, despite that, the scene happening near him doesn't seem that lighthearted at all. It was as if the tortured screams and cries of people happening right in front of him did not deter him. Rather, it seems like it was exciting for him as there were times that one could see that smirk on the corner of his lips.
If one were to see these people, they'd realized that they were actually children, aged three to six years old. At that moment, there were rogues who were holding down some of the children to the floor while warlocks went to get their blood, cutting off their fingers and digging out their eyes. Their clothes were mostly ripped with evidence of slashes and other physical abuses all over their bodies.
Streams of blood continued to pour down to the ground, painting it crimson red. The smell of metallic blood emitted strongly in the air. However, again, this does not put off Harding, who continued to bask in this sickening pŀėȧsurė..
More and more children continued to scream for help, begging for the pain to stop until Harding got tired of their cries that he told the rogues to slash their mouths. Soon after, many children fainted, either from it being too painful or shocked.
Once it was finally quiet, other than the sounds of slashing and slapping, Harding turned to look at Rehan, who was standing dutifully beside him.
"So, you've met up with that old woman?" Harding asked as he brought his wineglass to his mouth to drink.
"Yes, my Lord."
"And…?"
"Still no children suitable," Rehan informed him.
"Useless thing," Harding muttered as he turned back to the scene in front of him. "And what took you so long?"
"It seems like she requested legal help," Rehan said. "Apparently, her adopted son was suing her for tenant's rights and duties on foreclosure."
"Adopted son?" Harding repeated.
Rehan nodded.
"Oh, he's still alive?" Harding mused.
Rehan nodded again. "It appears that the time we have not seen him was because he had been overseas," he answered. "And he was under the guidance of a Mr. Silas."
Harding turned to Rehan with a frown. "Silas?" he repeated. The name seems familiar to him. Was he Dane's idiotic guardian? His frown deepened. He could have sworn that he had killed him back then.
As if he knew what his master was thinking, Rehan quickly answered, "Yes. After much investigation, we have found out that he's the same Silas that used to be Dane's guardian. It seems that he has returned to Dane's side, wanting to become his guardian once more."
Harding pushed his head back as he laughed out loud. "Another idiot has appeared!" he said sarcastically, still laughing.
He then scoffed, though a sinister smile started to form on his mouth. "I can't wait for this 'reunion' to happen soon when they meet 'him'."
-----
Erick blinked his eyes furiously. He grudgingly sat up and felt confused. He recalled that, after he had scolded Toby and brushed away Master Silas' apologies, he had taken off after Rehan. Using his senses, he tried to follow Rehan's scent but the latter was sneaky.
He had chased after the warlock even to the outside of town but alas, he wasn't able to. The scent miraculously disappeared just on the outskirts of town. He had just stood there as he looked around, trying to find some clues to the disappearance. It was then he thought of something. That sneaky b*stard must have flown off on his wand.
After fruitlessly chasing that warlock and seeing that there was no way that he could catch up to him, it seems like it has taken quite a toll on Erick. Especially when he didn't fully shift yet overusing his shifter powers, making him more tired.
Hence why he did not know how he ended up in his bed.
He does seem to remember that he saw Amber talking to him in his dreams. Again, he wasn't sure whether that really was a dream or reality. Then again, he thought as he looked around him, it was probably real. Who else would carry him here?
He yawned, scratching the back of his head as he got out of his bed.
Before he could freshen up, the door to his room suddenly opened, revealing Amber's smiling face poking in. "Hey, you're finally up!" she exclaimed happily.
"Was I out that long?" he asked in surprise.
Amber nodded. "Yeah, you really were tired. You were only awake one time after Luka and I brought you to bed. After that, you're knocked out for the whole morning and nearly the whole afternoon," she said.
Erick's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly walked over to the window and was shocked to see that the sun was about to set.
Concerning that he hadn't had anything to eat for nearly a day, she swiftly walked into the room and started to drag him out. "Come on, I've made some food. Our moms even send some food over after they heard that you haven't eaten all day. They must have thought that I didn't feed you or something," she complained while pouting in a cute way.
Erick laughed, pinching his mate's puffed up cheeks. "No way that they think that, love," he said. He then slowly pulled his arm away from her grasp and said, "Let me wash up first. I must stink a lot."
Amber stopped and then started to sniff him. She then cringed, wrinkling her nose as she moved away. She covered her nose and mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Yep, you do stink!"
Erick quickly grabbed the laughing Amber, pulling her hand away from her nose and mouth and lowered his head to kiss her. And as if it has been some time that he hadn't been this close with her, his kiss started to deepen, making Amber feel breathless. She started to punch him lightly, trying to get him off.
She panted hard while trying to give him her angriest glare. "You brute!" she said hoarsely.
"Tease me more and you will see an even more brutish behavior from me," he grinned back as he rubbed his nose against hers.
Amber rolled her eyes and then pushed him away, "Just be quiet and shower!" she scolded. She harrumphed, exiting the room, ignoring the light chuckles from behind her.
Few minutes later, a freshly showered Erick walked into the kitchen where Amber had just finished reheating his dinner.
While Amber was placing the dishes on the dining table, Erick walked up behind her to slide his arms around her waist. He then nuzzled the back of her neck, giving little kisses and said, "What about now? Do I still stink?"
Amber rolled her eyes and lied through her teeth, "Yes, you still stink."
Erick pulled back, turning her in his arms. He then ċȯċked an eyebrow at her and said, "Then shall we shower together for you to make sure that I don't stink?"
Amber pouted, slapping his arm lightly. "Stop it. And get some food first."
Erick grinned widely. "First?" he repeated. "Does this mean that after this, we will shower together?"
Amber pulled away from his arms and retorted, "No! Stop twisting my words and eat!"
Erick just grinned as he took his seat at the dining table.
Content Warning! In this chapter, there will be gore, blood and presence of child abuse! Harding sat in his chair, swirling his wineglass in his hands. He looked quite relaxed with his one leg over another, his eyes looking down at his drink nonchalantly. However, despite that, the scene happening near him doesn't seem that lighthearted at all. It was as if the tortured screams and cries of people happening right in front of him did not deter him. Rather, it seems like it was exciting for him as there were times that one could see that smirk on the corner of his lips. If one were to see these people, they'd realized that they were actually children, aged three to six years old. At that moment, there were rogues who were holding down some of the children to the floor while warlocks went to get their blood, cutting off their fingers and digging out their eyes. Their clothes were mostly ripped with evidence of slashes and other physical abuses all over their bodies. Streams of blood continued to pour down to the ground, painting it crimson red. The smell of metallic blood emitted strongly in the air. However, again, this does not put off Harding, who continued to bask in this sickening psur.. More and more children continued to scream for help, begging for the pain to stop until Harding got tired of their cries that he told the rogues to slash their mouths. Soon after, many children fainted, either from it being too painful or shocked. Once it was finally quiet, other than the sounds of slashing and slapping, Harding turned to look at Rehan, who was standing dutifully beside him. "So, you've met up with that old woman?" Harding asked as he brought his wineglass to his mouth to drink. "Yes, my Lord." "And?" "Still no children suitable," Rehan informed him. "Useless thing," Harding muttered as he turned back to the scene in front of him. "And what took you so long?" "It seems like she requested legal help," Rehan said. "Apparently, her adopted son was suing her for tenant's rights and duties on foreclosure." "Adopted son?" Harding repeated. Rehan nodded. "Oh, he's still alive?" Harding mused. Rehan nodded again. "It appears that the time we have not seen him was because he had been overseas," he answered. "And he was under the guidance of a Mr. Silas." Harding turned to Rehan with a frown. "Silas?" he repeated. The name seems familiar to him. Was he Dane's idiotic guardian? His frown deepened. He could have sworn that he had killed him back then. As if he knew what his master was thinking, Rehan quickly answered, "Yes. After much investigation, we have found out that he's the same Silas that used to be Dane's guardian. It seems that he has returned to Dane's side, wanting to become his guardian once more." Harding pushed his head back as he laughed out loud. "Another idiot has appeared!" he said sarcastically, still laughing. He then scoffed, though a sinister smile started to form on his mouth. "I can't wait for this 'reunion' to happen soon when they meet 'him'." ----- Erick blinked his eyes furiously. He grudgingly sat up and felt confused. He recalled that, after he had scolded Toby and brushed away Master Silas' apologies, he had taken off after Rehan. Using his senses, he tried to follow Rehan's scent but the latter was sneaky. He had chased after the warlock even to the outside of town but alas, he wasn't able to. The scent miraculously disappeared just on the outskirts of town. He had just stood there as he looked around, trying to find some clues to the disappearance. It was then he thought of something. That sneaky b*stard must have flown off on his wand. After fruitlessly chasing that warlock and seeing that there was no way that he could catch up to him, it seems like it has taken quite a toll on Erick. Especially when he didn't fully shift yet overusing his shifter powers, making him more tired. Hence why he did not know how he ended up in his bed. He does seem to remember that he saw Amber talking to him in his dreams. Again, he wasn't sure whether that really was a dream or reality. Then again, he thought as he looked around him, it was probably real. Who else would carry him here? He yawned, scratching the back of his head as he got out of his bed. Before he could freshen up, the door to his room suddenly opened, revealing Amber's smiling face poking in. "Hey, you're finally up!" she exclaimed happily. "Was I out that long?" he asked in surprise. Amber nodded. "Yeah, you really were tired. You were only awake one time after Luka and I brought you to bed. After that, you're knocked out for the whole morning and nearly the whole afternoon," she said. Erick's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly walked over to the window and was shocked to see that the sun was about to set. Concerning that he hadn't had anything to eat for nearly a day, she swiftly walked into the room and started to drag him out. "Come on, I've made some food. Our moms even send some food over after they heard that you haven't eaten all day. They must have thought that I didn't feed you or something," she complained while pouting in a cute way. Erick laughed, pinching his mate's puffed up cheeks. "No way that they think that, love," he said. He then slowly pulled his arm away from her grasp and said, "Let me wash up first. I must stink a lot." Amber stopped and then started to sniff him. She then cringed, wrinkling her nose as she moved away. She covered her nose and mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Yep, you do stink!" Erick quickly grabbed the laughing Amber, pulling her hand away from her nose and mouth and lowered his head to kiss her. And as if it has been some time that he hadn't been this close with her, his kiss started to deepen, making Amber feel breathless. She started to punch him lightly, trying to get him off. She panted hard while trying to give him her angriest glare. "You brute!" she said hoarsely. "Tease me more and you will see an even more brutish behavior from me," he grinned back as he rubbed his nose against hers. Amber rolled her eyes and then pushed him away, "Just be quiet and shower!" she scolded. She harrumphed, exiting the room, ignoring the light chuckles from behind her. Few minutes later, a freshly showered Erick walked into the kitchen where Amber had just finished reheating his dinner. While Amber was placing the dishes on the dining table, Erick walked up behind her to slide his arms around her waist. He then nuzzled the back of her neck, giving little kisses and said, "What about now? Do I still stink?" Amber rolled her eyes and lied through her teeth, "Yes, you still stink." Erick pulled back, turning her in his arms. He then ked an eyebrow at her and said, "Then shall we shower together for you to make sure that I don't stink?" Amber pouted, slapping his arm lightly. "Stop it. And get some food first." Erick grinned widely. "First?" he repeated. "Does this mean that after this, we will shower together?" Amber pulled away from his arms and retorted, "No! Stop twisting my words and eat!" Erick just grinned as he took his seat at the dining table.
