The Heiress Of The Mystics

King Matei finally stood up, and the boisterous ballroom fell silent, every eye fixed on him, anticipating his decree. The air, thick with the metallic scent of blood and expensive perfumes, seemed to hold its breath. The ballroom was a testament of accumulated wealth and power, the chandeliers blazed with hundreds of candles and exotic dancers danced to the rhythm of the sophisticated music, almost everything in the room was made out of gold and everyone's cloth in the ballroom scream high class and most were accompanied with precious jewels. Matei was tall and pale skinned, he had ebony dark hair that was shoulder length and his chiseled jaw match perfectly with his straight nose. "For so long, Vampires have been disrespected, mocked, and looked down upon," Matei declared, his voice echoing with cold authority. Stefan, observing the numerous slaves and recalled the countless raids on other mystics, felt a bitter taste rise in his throat. His father's words were a strange irony, each syllable a mockery of justice. He saw the fear in the eyes of the Mage servants, the barely concealed resentment of the werewolves forced to serve. No one dared challenge King Matei openly; death was the swift reward for dissent, a lesson etched in blood across the realm. "But all that will come to an end when we become the greatest mystic of all three realms, and only I can make such a dream a reality. Yet, I fear taking such risks may prove difficult if I don't secure the unwavering support of you all." He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on key figures – powerful coven leaders, ambitious generals, and nobles, each a piece in his twisted game. Stefan brown caramel was styled in medium mullet hair framing his round face and almond pair of eyes that gave him a calm expression. Henry, a minion Matei had helped to take over the Silver Blood Coven throne, rose, his face a mask of fervent loyalty, though Stefan knew it was a facade. Henry's ambition was a hungry beast, he could betray anyone for power. "Long live King Matei the ruler and emancipator of the vampire realm! May your rule continue to bring massive yields of success!" The other vampires raised their cups, joining the chorus: "Long live King Matei!" They all gulped down the blood, including Matei. "How can a cruel monster like you be given such a privilege to rule the three mystics?" an old Mage slave shrieked, her voice cutting through the hall like a shard of ice. The music came to a halt. All eyes snapped to the frail figure Mage, Her eyes were burning with rage and was locked onto Matei. Her hands and feet were bound with heavy chains, the metal biting into her bruised, flappy skin, a testament to the horrors she'd endured. She should have died long ago, but Matei had kept her alive, captivated by her gift of sight, her ability to glimpse the threads of fate. "Coming from someone I kept alive," Matei sneered, leaning down, he used his long finger to roughly lift her chin. The Mage flinched, but her gaze never wavered. "You dare to bite the finger that fed you?" He backhanded her with brutal force, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the sudden silence, sending her head cracking against the polished marble floor. Laughter rippled through the ballroom like a cruel symphony of amusement, the Mage lay crumpled like broken doll at the feet of the king. But as she lay there, a chilling, otherworldly glow emanated from her and the temperature in the room plummeted. Her voice resonated with an impossible power and filled the hall, "You killed her, Matei! But the Moon Goddess does not forget! A child will be born after this full moon, a true heiress, blessed with the power of all three mystics! She will be your undoing, Matei! She will rise and avenge the fallen!" Matei recoiled, He had thought that secret buried, The fear in his eyes was fleeting, but Stefan caught it, a flicker of vulnerability in the iron mask his father wore, he wonder who the first heiress was and why he never had any knowledge of her. In that moment of shock, the Mage, her eyes blazing, chanted an incantation and a blade raced towards Matei unprotected back. "Father!" Stefan roared, his own sword, and Matei, jolted back to reality, he turned back and saw a triumph smile on the mage face and with a snarl of pure fury, he drew his own blade, and decapitate her, her head rolled, splashing blood onto the pristine floor and the stunned faces of nearby vampires. Servants rushed in, their faces pale with terror, some to remove the gruesome remains, others to scrub away the crimson stain. Matei turned to Stefan, his sea-green eyes cold as glacial ice. "You saved me, son. Again." There was no gratitude in his voice, only calculation. "Now, you will serve me." His voice dropped to a chilling whisper, meant only for Stefan. "I need you to plant spies in every mystic realm, every vampire coven. Find this prophesied child and you kill her for me. He clapped a heavy hand on Stefan's shoulder, a gesture devoid of warmth, " Failure is not an option," "Yes father," Stefan bowed his head in agreement and Matei turned back to the crowd. what he didn't know was that his mother was the former heiress of mystics, no one dared to tell him for the fear of his father, his stepmother, Queen Helena and her son has never treated him like a family, and his Father treated him more like a errand boy, the only thing he had as a remembrance of his mother was a Moon shape beads bracelet which he had worn since childhood, he believed his family would have treated him better if his mother was alive. On the other hand, Sage watched, his jaw tight, a venomous glare fixed on his brother. He hated that his father always gave Stefan the crucial assignments, the missions that reeked of power and importance. He forced himself to remain still, to mask his resentment, but the jealousy burned in his gut like acid. "I'll get my chances very soon and I'll make sure father see's my worth one day," he promised him Henry's voice boomed again, "Long live King Matei, the liberator and emancipator of the vampire realm! May your rule continue to bring massive yields of success!" "Long live King Matei," The vampires joined him, raising their cups once more and gulped down the content inside