To His Hell and Back-Chapter 134: A Stolen Power

Cassius who had successfully moved Arabella into a safer place could finally focus on the fight without having to worry about her condition. But it won’t be for too long as Arabella’s condition right now needed an intense care, and to find a cure for those dangerous runes all over her body, he needed to wring out information from these creatures whether he wanted to or not.

"You’re curious?" Cassius nudged his chin upward, watching as Danielle moved her six hands to her back and then moved them again to the front, each hand holding the sickle that had each rusted from old blood. "Then answer to me first. What had you injected into Arabella?"

Placing her hands in front of her mouth, Danielle chuckled, "Well it’s nothing dangerous, at least to her. If it were to other sorcerers, it would have reacted badly to her."

Morpheus who had gone quiet since earlier had oddly begun to move again, this time his head was reattached to his neck as since earlier he had gone quiet due to him trying to stitch his head back together like a paper doll.

Now his head had gotten back to his body, though it was still moving wobbly with a wide criss cross stitch mark all across his neck.

He had hummed, his silver hair that had been cut seemed to annoy him as he pulled the silver strands and looked at it with a hint of irk.

"They shouldn’t be cut before my wish was fulfilled."

"Perhaps it was going to be fulfilled soon, Your Majesty. Besides, this isn’t even your real body," Danielle said which alarmed Cassius who had stood and watched how these creatures were behaving even more monstrously than him who is a vampire.

Not his real body... that would mean the current one is either a puppet or something concocted this body which would explain why he was still at such ease even after his head was cut from his head.

It would also explain why he wasn’t showing his entire prowess despite clearly having such a dangerous air.

"Danielle forget about little Crown Prince, we were here just to bring back Arabella."

"But she’s gone now," Danielle said with a syrupy lilt, her sickle lazily pointed toward Cassius. "I suppose we’ll just have to carve her location out of him, piece by piece."

"Don’t waste your blade," Morpheus clicked his tongue, irritated. "He’s already moved her. Back to the castle. And you know we can’t breach it, not with that curse still active."

"Curse?" Cassius echoed, lifting a brow as the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. "Ah... so that’s why your kind hasn’t come crawling through the gates. A clever little trick. Let me guess. Was it laid down by the last human king? How inconvenient for you."

Morpheus’s silver brows drew tight, his jaw ticking as he stared Cassius down. "You really are insufferably clever, little Crown Prince. Always so sure of yourself, so confident. But tell me are you truly confident you can keep her safe... before she ends up being the one to kill you?"

Cassius laughed then, low and unbothered, covering his mouth with his hand before revealing a grin sharp enough to cut glass. His crimson eyes sparkled with something dangerous. "You’ve mistaken me you see," he said, "I rather love a woman who would outright murder me sweetly with her hands."

Morpheus’s face twisted in disgust. "Your head is filled with nothing but lust and delusion. Arabella isn’t something for you to possess."

"Oh, don’t be ridiculous," Cassius replied smoothly, voice dipping into a velvet purr. "She’s not a thing. She’s very much alive. And seeing how you see her as a thing, do you really have to question who is worse for her to stay with?"

He then pulled his sword across, "So now spell it out, where’s the antidote for the thing you injected her?"

"Then why don’t you answer us first?" Danielle cut in with a sharp edge to her voice, her sickle twitching in her grasp. "You’re a vampire, yes. A pureblood, obvious. But there’s something else, isn’t there? You feel wrong. Familiar, but not."

"Familiar, you say?" Cassius echoed with a low, deliberate hum, crimson eyes narrowing like a predator catching scent of rot. "That’s interesting. Because no one should be able to say that I am familiar to them."

His gaze swept over them, slow and seething as he recalled what they have done to Arabella. Then, with a flicker of amusement curling his lip, he added, "Ah. I see it now. Your magic, it isn’t entirely your own, is it?"

The brief silence was telling. In a heartbeat they were all quiet, rather silenced by his guess. Morpheus’s jaw tensed, and Danielle’s fingers flexed on the handle of her sickle.

Cassius’s smirk sharpened into something colder. "You borrowed it. No, stole it, just like someone I know."

They were quiet while Morpheus cut him, "You speak as though you know everything. But it’s not something like you should have known."

"How could you be so sure?" Cassius sighed, "Everyone in this world wants power, everyone. In search of power what is it that humans and vampires wouldn’t due just to own that said power? You’re not the first one to steal that power and certainly not the last."

"Well you speak rather knowingly," Danielle cut off, "If you are so confident then enlighten us. Where our power had came from then?"

"The power of a demon," Cassius said blankly and the air around them turn stagnant. The darkness pooling underneath him had began to flicker and a dangerous shadow loomed over them upon the brief mention of a demon. Cassius continued, disregarding the drop of temperature in the air. "That’s how your potions bind. That’s why they reek of corruption."

A flicker of panic passed through Danielle’s green eyes before she masked it with a twisted smile. "How do you know that, Your Highness?" she asked sweetly, voice strained as if to hide the nervousness.

But her smile didn’t match her eyes anymore, it was the kind of smile a wolf wears before it bites. A warning that she was ready to rip through bone to extract the truth.

Cassius chuckled under his breath, just once, low and threatening. "Do I really have to spell out everything for you then?"

He sighed and took off his coat, dropping it on the ground beside him, "There was once someone who wanted more power than others. Even if it is through her own son. Now answer me. Where is Arabella’s antidote hm?" freeweɓnøvel.com