"I do not know how we can end Castiel for good. The dark witches are tight-lipped about it." Kieran pressed his tongue over one of his fangs to control his sudden blood thirst. His anger was provoking him and if he did not stop himself in time, there would be a massacre.

"Is there no way, Your Majesty?" Seymour lost all hope and he looked at his King in anguish.

"There has to be a way, I am sure of it. I will try to find it as quickly as possible to stop Castiel's madness. Until then, he is .... unstoppable and as good as being an immortal." Kieran divulged the secret only he knew about and Seymour looked at him in shock. He could not believe that his King's brother was immortal while his King was not. Although it was impossible to kill his King, making him immortal too, Seymour had an inkling there was a way to kill him, which nobody but his King knew about. But with the King's brother, it was impossible to use those techniques.

"Are the dark witches unwilling to divulge the secret, Your Majesty? There must be someone out there who will be willing to help us." Seymour gave him a confused look and Kieran nodded at him in return.

"Yes, there is someone, but he is in seclusion for now and it will take some time for him to come out of it. So I will have to wait until then." Kieran sighed softly as he recalled the day he had discovered the truth about his brother's immortality.

Although he had no idea how he had obtained the power and how he was able to convince the dark witches to help him gain the ability, this matter shocked and feared him at the same time. He did not fear his brother. Instead, he feared what his brother could do with the power he had now obtained.

Castiel was never a threat to his life or the power and the throne he held, for his brother could not defeat him. Kieran was the most powerful man alive and had remained undefeated until he met the love of his life. Only she had been able to bring him down to his knees, making him kneel before her as he gazed at her with love and adoration. He loved her so much that she did not even have to fight him before he surrendered willingly.

Kieran smiled softly as he remembered the girl who had the ability to make him kneel before his smile vanished. He was now worried for his people. A year had passed since he put his brother to sleep, and now his soul had entered another body, taking another identity. He now had no idea what he looked like and where he was hiding. But he was sure that he was somewhere in Sayre.

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"I need to visit Sayre," Kieran stated after thinking for a while. "He is provoking me to go to him by killing all those women." He clenched his fists, his eyes turning black in his fury.

"Your Majesty, is it possible that it is not Castiel but somebody else?" Seymour queried, even though he was doubtful that it was anybody else.

"No, I am certain about it. Only Castiel attacks women and kills them mercilessly. I cannot be wrong about it. He is waiting for me to kill him again."

Seymour understood what his King was trying to say. By entering another person's body, he was indirectly forcing his King to kill that man so that he could save other innocent people. He was compelling the King to go against his morals and commit a sin, reveling in the pleasure of seeing his brother in agony. Seymour could not help but fear the twisted man and he subconsciously wished for the dark witch to come out of his seclusion so that they could deal with Castiel before he destroyed the other people's lives.

"I understand your troubles, Seymour." Kieran had not missed the fleeting expression of anxiousness on the old Duke's face and he let out an assuring smile. "I will set out to Sayre immediately and put him to sleep for another year. I cannot allow him to cause more havoc and kill innocent people."

"But how will His Majesty recognize him now that he has taken another identity?"

Kieran lifted his lips, his eyes shining in mirth. "I know how Castiel is, Seymour. After all, we are brothers, I have my ways of locating him. Rest assured, you can trust me to stop him for the time being."

Seymour did not doubt his King's words, for he was a man of his words. He always held his promises and never allowed any danger to fall on an innocent person.

"Prepare my departure. I will set out after dusk tomorrow." Kieran ordered and Seymour nodded at him. "And I will be going alone."

"Your Highness," Seymour bit his lip as he thought about the words that were at the tip of his tongue. Finally, he stopped himself, believing them to be inappropriate.

"What is it, Seymour?" Kieran raised an eyebrow at him coaxing him to speak his mind and Seymour for once, gave in instead of holding it in.

"Please be careful, Your Majesty."

"I will, Seymour. I will." Kieran smiled at him, a smile filled with happiness and comfort. "My brother cannot defeat me. Don't worry." He assured him. Yet, Seymour was still not convinced. An ominous feeling had started to spread through his mind, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Kieran did not miss the worry on the man's face and walked toward him until he was standing right in front of him. "I told you not to worry, Seymour. I will return safely. I must. My Queen is waiting for me. How can I leave her alone when she had returned to me finally? I have been waiting for her all these years. I need to come back, to her, to my Irene."