Chapter 253: Farewell.
Hector didn’t know why the Fae Crown Prince had summoned him. But one thing he remembered with chilling clarity, was the moment Lucieth slaughtered an entire line of Lord vampires in cold blood.
There had been joy in the prince’s face then. Unapologetic, savage joy. Until he reached Hector. He didn’t see the lord vampires as someone who had the right to breathe. They were merely abominations in his eyes. However, Hector himself questioned this many times. He didn’t choose this for a long life or wealth. He chose it to reach the King of Kings. To kill him.
And in that moment... when he was standing in front of him, something shifted.
The glee of killing vampires faded. Lucieth’s hand faltered mid-air, just a twitch, a tremble, subtle enough that only Hector noticed. Their eyes had locked. And in that shared gaze, Hector felt it. An invasion of emotions, a conflict. He doubted to kill him and Ren’s intervention was quick to save him.
He could clearly remember how it felt when the Fae peered Into his eyes. Like someone had plunged straight into the marrow of his mind, rummaging, uncovering every memory, every buried grief, every sin, every shred of forgotten innocence. He shivered at the recollection of that very palpable moment.
"This portal... why is it blue?" Ren’s voice pulled him back.
Hector blinked, disoriented, the haunting memory dissipating like smoke.
He turned his gaze to the shimmering oval of energy before them, azure light pulsing at its edges.
He had always been intrigued by these portals, especially after Lutherieth’s fall. With him gone, Phoria had slithered into the void, mastering the art of shadowy travel and bending space through her twisted magic, the one that she had learned from Nimoieth’s second diary. He read it but couldn’t perform it. Hector never understood how she managed it. The witch was many things, mad, brilliant, vile, but her craft had been one of the most dangerous things he’d ever seen. She was heartless while giving sacrifices to Nimoieth.