The Descendant of a Pureblood

"Chapter 2" The Next King

"Hey," she gasped and he opened his eyes.

"What happened to you?" She asked and he took his hands off her.

"No.... nothing, I just got swamped with this headache," he replied and she nodded, she brushed her arm and got engulfed in her thoughts again, Sky noticed and held her hand.

"Eli, don't worry, I am with you, if anything comes your way it has to pass me first," Sky assured her.

She smiled and let out, "You are weird," she said and he smiled.

"I am not weird, this is for your assurance," he said.

"Okay, you assured me very well," she replied and Sky went deep into her eyes.

"I will protect you," he let out and she nodded with a weak smile.

"I..... I have to go," she said and Sky understands.

"And take some analgesics," she said while moving to the chamber.

"The only analgesic that can handle my pain is you," Sky let out and smiled, he placed his hand over his heart and squeezed his chest. "Maybe this dead thing is trying to beat so bad," he said with a smile.

Eli is a touchy-feely kind of person, life was too harsh for her, she always thought that nobody needed her the reason her parents left her alone without any reason, she didn't know where they had just vanished, but all she could do was blame herself for not becoming the daughter she had to be.

After her parents left her, her grandfather looked her after alone, and he was the only person to whom she gave all her gratitude and respect, for making her so strong and dealing with all her expenses, even though her grandfather always tried to make her feel at home, but "Home is Home" no place is on earth that can be felt at home instead of your real home.

Eli tried to make herself a strong and self-reliant woman who didn't need anyone to survive but deep down she was hurt and alone.

She never proclaimed but she was phobic of attachments, it's not like she never tried but always failed to succeed.

She thought her life was going to be simple and peaceful because she was aiming to earn a whole lot of money, but life was far from all her yearnings

Life is going to be hell for her, only for her, her fate was written from the start and now she has to endure everything that is coming forward.

A group of direful people was sitting on a long oval table, in a white room, with a brown table, everyone's face looked old and ominous, and cold, they look lifeless and their skin felt as cold as ice, they didn't seem like normal humans, but a powerful and firm creature, seems they have been through so much to be here, they were pensive and strenuous to find some trove. They were all wearing black clothes, which was increasing the surreal situation of the room.

Something was glitching in their mind, and they all were peeking at the person sitting in the middle seat, he was old but fine-grained, he pulled his one brow looked to the side peeked into the clouded eyes of his fellow, and smirked with his thin lips, he has a handsome wrinkled face, he has small blue eyes and a long Greek nose, his face was square and his hair was white from the front and half black from behind, he was wearing a black shirt and a long black coat, then he gasped and let out.

"This is skeptical," he let out.

"This can be a new lease of life for all of us, but this has to be true," he said.

"This is true, and this can bring us a charmed life, for all of us," an old blade man who was sitting on his side with a more wrinkled face let out.

"As we all know we are going to be demolished, we have passed ages and now that sinew is coming to an end," he widened his small gray eyes.

"We need something that can let us live for a few more centuries," he let out from his lined lips, he was stubby and nasty.

"If you are telling me about some pureblood then we should take their account to produce our new generation," the first one said.

"Lord Orson, we don't know who they are, we don't know if it's a male or female, we are completely oblivious," he said and he looked down.

"If it's a male so who is getting their way with him, your son's?" He questioned and with a thud of wind they all got off their seats and Orson shouted in his dominating loud voice.

"How dare you?" He let out and clutched his collar.

Everyone was stunned in their places and Orson's eyes were in that man's eyes.

"Fisher, don't ever talk s**t about my sons, they are pure, and they belong to royal blood," he said and Fisher looked down.

"Pardon me, but I am looking for some way, for all of us," he said and Orson let him go.

"We need to decide this after we see that pureblood," Orson said.

"But no one can get the blood no one can predict only your son, your oldest son my Lord," he said and Orson nodded.

"This is going to be convenient for all of us, we will see who it is going to be, is it going to be the reason for our longer life, or are we going to create a new generation from them," he said with a mischievous smirk.

"You are no one to make decisions, Daminion my eldest son will decide," Orson said and left with all the people behind him.

"Claire, call Daminion," Orson asked while entering his magnificent mansion.

"My Lord, master Daminion is in the penthouse, with his friends," his servant replied and Orson took a sight of his servant.

"What is he doing there?" He asked.

"Maybe he is having his hangover tonight," His servant replied. Orson gulped and placed his hand over his face.

"When he is going to learn things, he doesn't seem to be the eldest son, and where is the other one?" He asked.

"The young master has been off to his duty, maybe he is going to return," He said and Orson smiled.

"The younger is doing the elder's things and the elder is being a truly frivolous gump," he said.

"Take me to the penthouse, I have something to talk over with him," He said and his servant nodded, he was standing in the room embroidered with plain black mirrors and a brown interior.

Daminion was dawdling in the penthouse with his friends.

Daminion was the most rebellious and dangerous man of all time as well as very well-proportioned and charming, he had green eyes and a pair of full brows he has a sharply defined nose, wide plumped lips, and a sharp cheekbone, his skin was fair as snow, his lips were pink, his hair was black and short and his height was about six feet tall, he looks so enchanted and unreal, he has a bunny smile and shiny eyes.

He was sitting shirtless on the couch while his friends were having fun with some girls they had brought. They were having a party in the hall of that penthouse which was magnificent and luxurious.

He was gazing at his buddy who was dancing with a girl and wanted to take her to the side.

He winked at him and tilted his head, his friend understood and smiled and he moved to the side. Daminion allowed him to use his room with that girl, but because he was Daminion's best friend he was allowed to go there.

His friend was handsome as well, he was tall and a little tanned but his appearance also gave a cold look, he had brown short hair and brown eyes with full brows he had a long nose and a square face he had full lips and a dashing smile.

"Hey, Daminion, did you see her," one of his friends showed him a girl.

"Is she human?" He asked and his friend nodded.

"Then probably no, I can't control my nerves then," he smirked and turned his face to the side

Everyone was dancing and having a lot of fun there, but suddenly everything stopped when his father entered the house.

Whoever saw him standing there went silent in their places and whoever didn't sniff his presence and got still in that place.

"Father," Daminion gasped and stood up.

"Wow my son, you are going to be the next great king," he looked around and mocked him.

"Claire, get them all out, disgusting," he frowned and Daminion looked towards the room.

"But father," he tries to confront but Orson takes out his thunderous tone.

"How dare you.....," he frowned and sniffed.

"Humans? Are you out of your senses?" He asked.