Chapter 162: A New Master
When the cell doors opened up, Ivan stepped inside without hesitation, and the witch he held captive tried to dodge his presence as she crawled deeper into the darkness where he would not reach her, but the vampire King took unhurried steps towards her direction, his eyes glinting sardonically in the dark. He could smell her fear, her confusion, her skepticism, and he was someone who was more acquainted with the darkness, making it quite easy for him to see through no matter how piercing the darkness may be.
He halted three feets away from her, and when he crouched down on both knees in front of her, her long black hair was obstructing the view of her face, whilst he tilted his head intimidatingly to the side, a lazy smirk painting his features. "I admit that we may have started off on a wrong note, what happened was... beyond what we expected, but we could end up on a far more awful note if you don’t hand me your medallion. I know you have one on you as we speak, give it or you leave me with no other choice but to take it the hard way."
Extending his hand forth, Ivan compelled the witch to hand him her medallion, whilst his eyes bore not even a flicker of sympathy in them. When she slowly lifted her head to look at him, he could see the fear mixed with hatred that displayed on her features, her sorrowful eyes wavering with silent grief. He could hear her hiss in annoyance, it conveyed her frustration, and then she muttered.
"My master will not spare you." She hissed out before promising softly, "my master will come for me, and that orb girl you desperately keep with you." Her once gloomy eyes now held a tinge of malice as she uttered this words to Ivan, but it wasn’t her threat that had been befuddled, it was the master she had mentioned that had his eyes narrowing suspiciously, and when he moved closer, she flinched back in fear, her back meeting the wall, but she was smiling now, a smile that only meant her words were no empty threat at all.
"Master?" Ivan’s frown deepened, "are you trying to mess with me? Don’t you work for the princess in your Kingdom? Or is there.. a warlock prince that I also need to be wary about? Answer me, and I would spare you with the honor of keeping your left hand." Ivan’s voice dripped with authority, so much so that the smile on the witch’s lips faded until he covered the distance between them. "Answer..... me."
"That orb girl was never yours to keep." The witch eventually opened up, her expression giving her off as a lunatic. "She belongs to my realm, and we’re only taking back what had been stolen many years ago.....!!!!" In an instant, her throat closed up when Ivan’s fingers swiftly curled around her neck, and he effortlessly pulled her up to her feet, her legs dangling in the air as she struggled to breath, and if there was one thing she had been advised not to do, it was provoking the vampire King. The way a terrifying shade of dark red enveloped his vision, his irises contracting menacingly only had the witch feeling an adrenaline rush.
"My little lamb belongs to no one but me, do you get that?" he stated coolly, but the warning in his tone could not be ignored. "Utter another word about her and I will sever your dirty tongue from your useless mouth hole. Do I make myself clear?" And he released her.
The witch, who could almost feel her soul slipping away was made to feel life again when his grip on her throat loosened. Gasping harshly for air, the witch was thrown off guard when he trapped her hands behind her back, and to her greatest disbelief, he used his other free hand to reach for the belt around her waist. He brought the medallion which she had hid there, and despite all her efforts to keep its energy hidden, he still found it. Seeing her precious medallion in his grip, she tried to break free from his hold, but the vampire King possessed a strength that could not be mismatched.