Kesala entered the prince's private study to find him bent over some scrolls of images of naked women spread out in front of him.

As soon as he noticed kesala he stood up straight and greeted her with a small bow,

“Greetings my lady,” he said respectfully but she could clearly sense the frustration inside his voice

She ignored his attempt at politeness

"You called for me Your highness”

He nodded, “Yes yes I know you are busy with your research, but I need your aid in a certain matter my layship”

“And what is it Your Highness,” she said calmly trying to mask her growing frustration

“My men captured her” he explained in a quiet voice.

“Your people captured her? That doesn't surprise me.” She answered casually as though they were talking about the weather.

“I'm sure you have realized my people have been searching for her for months and they haven't even managed to locate her location, unitill very recently........” the prince began

“Then what task you have for me My highness” she questioned in a sharp tone cutting him off,

The prince sighed deeply as he looked at the image of the women which drawn on monstrous painting, he couldn't deny the hatred and resentment he felt towards her, and yet he knew he couldn't let himself hate the woman whom his father insisted he marry.

“We have just found out that she is no longer the pirate Queen and she has been dethroned a new pirate king or queen is now in charge, and the only reason we managed to capture her was because she turned herself in,” he said

Kesala raised an eyebrow, "Did she give a reason why she did that?"

The prince shook his head “Nothing she claimed she couldn't tell us, however she seems adamant about dying”

“Why does this concern you so much anyway?” Kesala hummed curiously, she didn’t understand why this was such a big deal, it was just another pirate captain.

“She isn’t just another pirate she was a Pirate Queen and I need her if I am to gain control of the pirates and I need the pirates to pressurize the union if I want to regain the lost noble pr he said softly as if he had read his mind

“Oh” was all she replied as her eyes glazed with thought before turning back to him “So if she has been dethroned what will you do?”

The prince shrugged slightly,

“Nothing really…there’s little I can do without having my treasury torn apart. so I find myself in your mind, I what to put her under a slave spell making her loyal to me, then I will find her a ship a crew, and some resources so that she could retake her place as the pirate queen” He explained, his expression was stoic, but she could tell something was bothering him,

he was always like that when he was troubled. But she had no time to ask anything else about the matter, she was about to leave the room when he continue "you will have to take care of her”

“as you wish my lord?” She said sharply understanding the implications in his words.

He looked up at her, “I will leave her in your cable hands, I trust you shall not disappoint me" he stated

The smile on her face froze,

“Of course, my lord" she replied bowing and preparing to leave

"And what of the other thing I requested of yo?" He inquired

Kesala frowned, he always did like reminding her what she owed him. Her face went blank. “It is getting ready my lord” She replied with a cold stare.

He looked at her sadly, “Please...don't make me say it."

“You won't have to my lord soon you shall have your dark Guard"

"How soon?"

"Soon my lord" Kesala replied and then turned around and left the ro quickly, she couldn't hide the disappointment that filled her.

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Ravella stared at the body of the man breathing in front of he his chest rising and falling ever so slowly, his face covered with sweat.

She closed her eyes. If she wasn't mistaken he wasn't completely dead; he seemed to be in pain, and she could tell his heartbeat was slowing down, he must have passed out or he had suffered some serious wound.

She was not surprised by his condition, her search for a way to make A device that could move a living soul from one body to another was a good and bit easier than making a living being from scratch as her master persuaded, but it was still fiendishly complex

She opened her eyes and stood up stretching her sore muscles.

She had succeeded, but not completely the soul had easily transferred from one body to another but the new body was still dying, b she couldn't stop now, she had come this far, this is where everything came together,

she thought determinedly A smile grew on her lips as she walked past the body and headed for the lab she knew he kept hidden in the deepest parts of the estate.

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she needed a few days to recover to where the process would resume again, and since she had no knowledge of how to revive someone in a dead state, it wasn't entirely possible So the only option available for her was to create artificial body parts which, when she was done,

should perfectly mimic the human form, she hoped they would work. She didn't know who would find her body in the end, and she didn't plan to stay alive until the next morning either, so if things went well she would find a way to immortality.

Suddenly the doors to her lab flew open and a buxom blonde marched in like she owned the place, Ravalla unconsciously smiled to herself, The blonde marched straight to her and then grabbed a fistful of her fair and forcefully pulled Ravella's head, causing Ravella to winch in pain, the blonde bent down and roughly began kissing he passionately.

"Don't you ever disappear again!" The blonde growled between kisses

Ravella smiled and nodded her head in agreement. The blonde finally broke their kiss and stepped back, "Come on I have plans for you," She muttered with a smirk before turning around and leaving the lab.

Ravella watched her go with a satisfied smirk, and soon she too followed her lo to her room.

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“I must say, this is a bit disturbing.”

That wasn’t exactly what Cyphus wanted to hear from Elin his personal healer when she was in the middle of giving the boy's body a magical examination.Especially since the boy was floating in a dangerous p that was draining him of life and energy.

His skin was deathly pale, and there was a feverish look in his green eyes which told her he was in extreme pain and suffering.

His veins popped out of his body as black colour filled them.

“If only the Alchemists from our kingdom could come. They know a lot more about medicine and magic than anyone else here, maybe they could cure him.” Elin mumbled angrily

Cyphus took pity on her and decided it was best not to comment any further, the last thing he wanted was to upset her anymore than she already was.

She glared at the boy in front of them with disgust, she hated seeing these disgusting creatures live their lives without even the slightest idea of what it truly means to live.

There was so much humanity in each of them that she wondered how the devil had even given it to them, how it was possible for humans to be so cruel. She felt like tearing her hair out in anger whenever she saw those hideous creatures and she wanted to kill each of them.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when the boy began coughing violently, causing his lungs to spasm, and once she felt a wet warmth on her sleeve she looked down at her arm to see a small black spot spreading rapidly through her white shirt.

She quickly used her magical perception to check on the boy only to find the boy completely healing on his own surprising her

"I didn’t think he had it in him. I knew he was powerful, but this is pretty damned ridiculous"

her words Caused Cyphus to look at her with a raised eyebrow,

She sighed and pointed at the boy "He is healing on his own.

He shouldn't have, I haven't seen such a quick recovery since my daughter..." her voice trailed off as she started to shake with anger and hatred as she glared at the boy, who was unconscious and unaware.

"then did he form his reformed body, and what rank is it?" Cyphus asked as he curiously stared at the unconscious radient boy feeling his dead heart tremble for the first time in centuries.

“No I don’t think it formed yet it doesn’t seem like a new body to me, he just seemed to have gained some strength from something and healed very fast. It looks like the body he had been in before his rebirth was made of flesh and bones, while the ones I have been seeing are all metal, I’ve never seen anything like that before. I have no idea how it happened but I suspect it’s because it isn’t a full formed body, its not quite right” She replied frowning deeply.

“What in the name of my maker, is this boy he has absorbed nearly 30 vats of flame liquid, veanom from seventy plus sankes of fire essence! That's an extremely powerful amount of flames that shouldn't be able to survive his body.” Cyphus exclaimed with astonishment, the amount of flames was beyond what he had ever witnessed, he hadn't even had a vat of flame liquid during his transformation, how in the world he had taken so much fire essence on Cyphus had no clue.

"Well, he certainly hasn't formed his mystic body yet I suggest you continue my lo, it may prove useful later" She suggested

Cyphus nodded his head, he couldn't let the boy die yet, he had a lot of questions he needed to ask him, he wouldn't have gotten where he was today without a little curiosity, he needed this boy, a boy who would become a monster of gods.

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Evgenia felt scared and trapped as she looked around only to find complete darkness surrounding her.

She tried to shout hoping that somebody would answer her, but her voice caught in her throat as a object had blocked her mouth and she found her hands and feet boun.

She struggled to get free but found nothing helped her. She tried moving forward but found she could barely move two inches from where she stood.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, tears that were full of pain and fear.

This was not what she expected to happen to her after she had been rescued from that horrible dungeon, all she had wanted was to help her brother and escape, but no matter what she tried, she was stuck here alone in darkness.

Her tears fell faster, she screamed trying to release her mind, but the walls she was trapped in made it impossible for her to reach her brothers thoughts to warn him of what was happening, she felt hopeless, and then she heard footsteps approaching,

“Hello Evgenia” Her captor said

The crown prince, she remembered his voice, but how can he know her name She asked herself with confusion

“Evgenia my dear look how beautiful you are.” He said with a wicked grin on his face.

“I want to know what happened to you and your sister, do you remember?” His voice suddenly turned into a whisper and he leaned closer towards her.

“Do you think I will really hurt you… Or does my love for you make me merciful,”

His breath smelled awful, it reeked of alcohol.

Evgenia’s heart began racing, how long since had she last eaten?

How much longer would she spend in this nightmare? She could feel her body starting to shiver and she couldn’t control it, it was becoming difficult to breathe, ‘please don’t let this be real’ her mind begged desperately as her hands clenched into fists.

Tears began streaming down her face as she felt hands on her body.

‘Please stop, please don’t touch me’ her mind screamed over and over again as the man began taking off her clothes.

As his hands touched her bare flesh she screamed out loud and pushed away from him and ran away trying her best to distance herself from him, she needed to get away from him, she needed to run and scream.

She ran and ran and ran, until she lost track of time but the sun was slowly beginning to rise above the horizon, ‘no’ she thought, ‘no no no, he won’t find me, he can’t, it’s too late!’ she repeated in her head over and over again running with all her might.

Her eyes scanned every inch of the ground in front of her, trying her best to avoid hitting or stepping on anything she could possibly step on, ‘please don’t fall’ she pleaded with God.

‘Please’ she thought again, ‘Please don’t take me’ she whispered with a sob as she stopped to catch her breath. Tears were streaming down her red stained cheeks.

She wiped them furiously as if doing so would somehow erase the evidence of what she had been through the night before.