So Be It

Chapter 4

Magical powers. The very idea that such a thing existed was surreal to Niel in his first life, but now? His claws were sharp as steel, his fangs were capable of tearing his own mouth if he wasn't careful, and when he finally had full control over his powers, he noticed that he had black scales that covered his body like a shield, a natural armor.

Magic powers wasn't exactly the right way to define it. Niel possessed absurdly powerful abilities and from the information he possessed, the draconic was a proud and extremely powerful race.

With some effort he felt wings retract from his back and rise. They were heavy, muscular and with scales as strong as those protecting his body.

Not bat wings, as they used to show in many pop culture works, but something surreal, a kind of bizarre evolution of the wings of a bat with the wings of an archaeopteryx.

His wings were nearly twice the size of his father's wings and were tall enough that Niel was careful not to let them drag to the ground.

With a long sword in hand he tested movement, precision, evasion. After that he smiled at Sebas. His body was used to all that, not like his past body, not like his ridiculous previous life.

He smiled satisfied. The sweat glistening on his forehead was becoming more and more evident, even so, he only left his sword in the corner of the field when he managed to reach exhaustion.

“Sir, don't forget that there will be a meeting with the lords of Montera tomorrow. The meeting precedes the event at which you will appear and this may influence the reaction of His Majesty the King to your lordship” Sebas said carefully handing him a towel so Niel could dry himself properly “so I must call the priestess to help him with the recovery?"

Priestess? Niel tugged at his memory and felt his stomach lurch, the eyes of the mortal priestess to the old Niel were the same ones he'd received so much. She played him intimately and took advantage of the draconic's ingenuity. With disgust, he sighed.

“Yes, you must call the priestess, but she must be taken to a special room as soon as she steps on our land and send me another priest to help me,” he said calmly, taking the towel and drying his face.

Sebas looked at him in amazement.

"Young master... could you ask him why?"

"Just say the priestess needs to learn a lesson, Sebas and I will make a point of teaching her." His words were loaded with malice and malice, for a moment he almost regretted it.

Sebas was faithful, had always been to a master as the old Niel had been, but he was tired.

Niel was tired of everything that had happened, of the pain, of being touched without being allowed to be… of feeling unwanted things. He hated that damn longing look and now? He would tear the eyes out of anyone who dared to look at him that way. He would scratch the eyes out with his own claws and eat them. The priestess would only be a warning to all that they will know him as a draconic prince who did not wish to have been born into a noble house.

That prince will die and now, now he would reign over all who obediently bow their heads. The others would only have death.

Sebas did as Niel asked, and a few hours later, the priestess who looked after the Tempest family was taken to a special room in one of the far towers of the castle. Niel, who has just changed into tight pants and leather boots, buttoned her black shirt to her body as he watched himself in the mirror. His body was the ideal physique he'd always wanted. The exact type of body that once attracted him.

"Too bad," he muttered to the mirror, finishing his change and calmly walking towards the tower.

The priestess smiled as she saw the door open.

"Prince Niel..." she called him sweetly "I'm glad you called me"

Niel flashed a smile that left his fangs showing, “Priestess Lina... when will she stop being so bothersome and reckless? Don't they teach inferior humans good manners?”

The gleam in Lina's eyes faltered.

“What are you talking about, Niel? Don't want my help? Why do you have horns on your pretty face?” He hated those bright eyes that so clearly desired him. He hated that crooked smile, hated that honeyed, sweet voice that seemed to strangle him.

His claws grew sharper, and when Lina reached out a pale hand toward him, Niel stabbed her.

The priestess screamed and Niel gripped her chin tightly forcing her to look at him. The claws sinking into his face.

“What is it, priestess? Don't like the way I really look?”

"Prince... what...?"

He laughed.

“You humans are always gross, aren't you? Abusing, touching, envying and destroying everything they touch "he growled" what should I do?"

Lina's eyes glistened with tears that were about to fall, but the way she was looking at him still irritated him.

“Hate this” he growled “hate your eyes, what do I do? Do I blind them? I rip them off?”

“No, please…” she begged.

"Not?" He laughed with derision. “Funny, how many times have I told you I didn't want you to touch me? How many times have I said no about how you insisted on approaching, Priestess?”

“It was…it was…necessary” she lied and he pressed his claws into her face, sinking deeper and making her cry out in pain.

"No, it was not. It is not? Don't be such a bad liar, Lina…you know you weren't. You're disgusting like all the rest of humans,” he muttered with his lips close to her ear. From her claws, he injected poison into her body and as Lina screamed, Niel grinned tearing at her eyes with his sharp claws. Two clean, precise cuts and she was blind. Agonizing and unable to self-heal.

“Goodbye, Lina. If you don't die, at least try not to be so disgusting in the future,” he spat, wiping his claws on his priestess robes before releasing her and walking out of the tower.