Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 652: Fear Me — 2

The thing about a spell was it never lasted forever. Every spell was but for a time. Especially a spell cast by a witch who had been killed after filling her purpose. The witch no longer lived, which meant the spell would eventually expire. The thought never crossed Benjamin’s mind, who thought he had been smart, but witches were as cunning as Fae and she never told him that the spell should be renewed else it ran out of juice.

Unlike Benjamin, Azula had been pretty much aware of that and had been biding her time. She had not just been screaming and wallowing in misery during her time in solitude. She had been thinking of ways to shatter the chains and the wrath she would pour down on all dark Faeries once she was free.

All it took to wear down the magic binding her in captivity was five years and her blood. Lots of it. Azula could not have done it by herself, which was why she had intentionally provoked the dark Fae on and made him hit her to the point she bled profusely. Ignorant fools, they had no idea what the blood of a demon could do. No wonder the witches desperately searched pure demon blood for their big spells.

The dark Fae’s eyes widened in disbelief as Azula effortlessly pulled the chain from the wall. His shock was palpable as he stumbled backward, his feet losing their footing until he landed on the ground with a thud. It was impossible. The chains were specifically designed to hold her captive, to prevent any chance of escape. Yet here she was, defying all expectations.

As he sat there, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events, Azula wasted no time in freeing herself completely. With a swift motion, she pulled her other hand free from its restraints, causing the chain to clatter to the ground with a resounding echo that seemed to reverberate with a sense of impending doom.

At last fear crept into the dark Fae’s heart knowing Azula was no ordinary captive. She was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable adversary, one who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She was a danger to him. To all the dark Faeries. To everyone.

The dark Fae’s instincts screamed at him to flee, to escape while he still had the chance. Panic clouded his mind, overriding any rational thought and he didn’t stop to think that Azula was freshly out of captivity and she wasn’t as powerful as before. He didn’t reason that he could subdue her in her weakened state because he was scared. He had heard the reputation of the princess of lust and she wasn’t merciful.

So he scrambled to his feet, desperation driving him to seek safety at any cost. With trembling limbs, he turned and bolted towards the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest.

But his flight was short-lived, halted abruptly by a sudden, ominous sound slicing through the air. Before he could comprehend what was happening, the dark Fae felt a sharp impact against his throat, a sensation akin to being ensnared by a deadly serpent.

Panic surged anew as he realized that Azula had turned the chains still shackled to her wrists into a deadly weapon, wielding them with deadly accuracy. The chain wrapped around his throat like a vise, tightening its grip with each passing moment.

With a sickening sensation of dread, he felt himself being dragged backward, the chains tightening around his neck like a serpent constricting its prey. He clawed at the chain, desperate to free himself, but it was no use. He was violently dragged across the floor like a ragdoll at the mercy of its master.

When the motion finally ceased, Azula loomed before him, a terrifying embodiment of darkness itself. No longer bound by the chains that had sucked away at her power, she seemed to exude an aura of raw power and danger. Her once-human features had transformed into something grotesque and monstrous.

Her eyes blazed with a fiery crimson hue, seeming to pierce through him with an otherworldly intensity. Two elongated fangs protruded menacingly from her mouth, rendering her once-alluring smile a menacing grimace. Try as she might, she couldn’t fully close her jaws around them, giving her a fearsome appearance that sent shivers down the dark Fae’s spine.

Azula’s hands were now adorned with long, black claws, each one glinting with lethal potential. Her body radiated tension and aggression, every muscle coiled and ready to strike. Though her tails had been cruelly severed, the absence only added to the ominous atmosphere, a harsh reminder of the violence she was capable of.

The dark Fae realized with a sinking feeling that his fate was sealed. In the presence of such primal fury, he knew that there could be no escape, no mercy. He was utterly and completely doomed.

Islinda could feel it as if she was one with Azula. Every inch of her being seemed to radiate a palpable sense of menace, filling the air with an oppressive weight that left the dark Fae trembling in fear. She loved his fear. She wanted him to tremble before her. To fear her because She got off on the paralyzing emotion and she wanted more of it. She was hungry. Madingly hungry. She needed to feed.

With a feral snarl, she—or was it Azula—pounced on him. It was difficult to discern her emotions from Azula’s; they melded into one indistinguishable entity. Anger and hunger fueled her onslaught, driving her to tear into the dark Fae with savage ferocity.

Her claws rent through the air, slashing at his chest with unrestrained fury, each strike fueled by a primal need to inflict pain and extract vengeance. Again and again, she attacked, blinded by the bloodlust.

Yet amidst the chaos of the frenzied assault, a deeper instinct stirred within Azula – the instinct to feed. With a guttural growl, she yielded to the primal urge, sinking her fangs into the Fae’s flesh with a voracious hunger that bordered on madness.

As the dark Fae’s blood poured into her mouth, Azula drank deeply, the taste of his blood vile and bitter, yet it was the only sustenance she could find since five years of solitude, so she took it nonetheless.

With each greedy gulp, she felt the warmth of the blood coursing down her throat, invigorating her weary body and replenishing her depleted energy. The liquid life force flowed through her veins, revitalizing her with a newfound vigor that banished the lingering shadows of her imprisonment.

Moaning with a mix of desperation and satisfaction, she continued to suckle at the wound, her hunger insatiable as she drained the Fae of every last drop of blood. As she finally withdrew, the Fae lay before her, drained of life and as pale as death itself.

But he wasn’t dead. He lay on the verge of death, his breaths shallow and labored. Azula knew that with proper treatment, he would likely recover, being a Fae after all. Yet, that was not what she desired. She wanted him to suffer, to feel the anguish that she had endured at his hands—the torment inflicted upon her by Benjamin, the loss of her tail, the agonizing solitude that had nearly driven her to madness.

With a sinister chuckle, Azula leaned in close, her voice dripping with contempt. "You would never have released me. You, Benjamin, and the dark Faeries are all cut from the same cloth. But you failed to break me," she declared defiantly, her words laced with pride. "For I am a queen of my own kingdom , and a queen bows to no one!"

In a gruesome display of vengeance, Azula plunged her hands into the dark Fae’s chest, her grip relentless as she tore his heart from his body. His screams of agony echoed through the prison, but to Azula, they were nothing more than background noise as she reveled in her vengeance.

With a savage yank, she ripped the heart free, a sickening squelch accompanying the motion. The dark Fae’s cries dwindled to a gurgle as his life drained away, his eyes losing their spark as they fixed on Azula with a hollow stare.

In her hand, she held the still-beating heart, warm blood oozing between her fingers and reveling in the sight of her enemy’s demise. Without hesitation, Azula brought the pulsating organ to her lips and sank her teeth into its flesh, consuming it with ravenous hunger. Each bite filled her with a twisted satisfaction, a grim reminder of the power she now wielded over her enemies.

As she consumed the dark Fae’s heart, Azula felt a surge of energy course through her veins, invigorating her, with a renewed sense of strength. Her eyes gleamed with a primal intensity, a silent promise of the fate that awaited the rest of them. For as soon as Azula was done here, she was going in search of Benjamin and his mate.

Especially his mate.