For the Hate of God

A Hefty reward

Marcellus’ POV

“i***t”, I punched the t**t straight into his face with all my might. Blood trickled from his broken nose, and he fell to the ground.

“All of you are incompetent” I smashed all the books, a shitload of paperwork, whiskey bottles, glasses and other random crap on my table.

“For three f*****g months, you cannot find a little girl!!!” I snarled and smacked each of the morons standing in front of me straight into their stupid faces. And they endured my ordeal silently. “Best trackers, my ass! f*****g!!!! Incompetent!!!” The veins on my neck protruded as I roared from the bottom of my lungs to fuel off this f*****g rage.

Where is that f*****g b***h? I thought to myself, I am going to skin her alive and dip her sleazy body in wolfsbane until she doesn’t sizzle to death when I get my hands on her. I started to thrash and break the stuff around me, then punched the tracker closest to me just for the sake of fun. Before I made my way out, I shouted in pure rage, which suffocated my insides: “You have three days to find her!!! Are we clear!!!” I slammed the doors, and the hinges fell off. I pulled out the necklace from my pocket. It belonged to Aralyn. Well, b***h ran away, so the telepathic torment will have to do for the moment. It always does since the day she fled away. I closed my eyes and focused on releasing the menace and shadows that were choking me. I portrayed the bitches face and directed the cold and morbid energy of my shadows towards her while holding her necklace in my hand. This will hurt me as much as it does her. I still don’t understand why I can feel the bitches pain. Heck, it will probably hurt me even more than it will hurt her, as it always does. Whenever I inflicted pain on her in the past, whether we were talking about physical, emotional or magical pain, it got back to me tenfold, as a boomerang, but never mind.

Sweet dreams b***h!

Noosha’s POV

“What are you up to, my dear?” the old hag asked me while embracing his wrinkled hands around my waist. His white Santa Claus-like beard in my hair felt…repulsive.

“Hades, your beard is tickling me,” I said as I did my best to muster the giggles that would convince him I find him adorable.

“I am going to the study room to check the reports about Lycan’s training. Then I am going to see Marcellus and Yordanren. Marcellus is acting strangely lately.”

“Oh, Noosha, I wish you were as a devoted wife as you are, the queen and a mother.” He said with a devious smirk, which irked my nausea.

“Oh gosh, babe, you are so sweet, but you know things must be done. But, as soon as I am back, I promise you that I am all yours,” I said sweetly while internally, I went the extra mile to mask the urge to vomit and detest I felt towards this disgusting man. I felt it since day one since I laid my eyes on a disgusting bastard that took me away from my world, my dreams and ambitions. I hate the sicko's guts.

“See you sooner than you think, dear”, I said with a flirtatious wink and made my way out. f*****g pervert. Hate him.

Finally, I left and made my way to my study. Finally, my little oasis of peace. Furnished to my liking, all in white and in flowery patterns. It reminds me of home and of spring. And in mid of it my favourite meal-Conrad. He looks delicious in his uniform.

“Any news, Conrad?” I asked my faithful mole. “No, ma’am, my intel from Nerzelis says that nothing unusual is happening there, but Malletigan is absent most of the time. His beta, Omar, has been effectively in command for several weeks now.” he debriefed.

Hmm, what is that mutt up to? -I thought to myself. The moment will come when I will avenge my daughter’s death. She is the only child I had with my mate, Arcanus. But, step by step. Hades, the fugly clapped geezer who kidnapped me, raped me and ruined my life by forcing me to be in this Wengarthria shithole for more than a millennia is first on my list.

“Do we have any info about Malleteagan‘s activities and whereabouts?” I asked, breaking my train of thought.

“Well, ma’am, our sources from Netevalia inform us that he met with Kandreah several times in the past few weeks. When they meet, they always have one-to-one meetings, so we cannot confirm the nature of their meeting.

Also, Malleteagan had several meetings in Charterwalis with Thersar, the Fae king and a few meetings with Nexelex, the dwarf’s king. As well as with his meeting with Kandreah, meetings with the latter two were almost one-on-one, just with their first in-command presence, so I cannot comment on the nature and contents of the sessions, your Majesty. Our sources were afraid to be exposed if they tried to get closer.” he said.

“Thank you, Conrad. How are things getting on in Oribus?” I asked.

“Oribus seems to be business as usual. Nothing much new is happening in there.” Conrad stated.

-“Nepenthern’s realm?

“No movements or updates, ma’am. Seems peaceful there.” He said.

-“Any updates on Chaisther’s and Lertellan’s whereabouts and activities?”

“No, ma’am,” he said impassively.

“And finally, tell me about my sons Yordanren and Marcellus,” I said. f*****g Marcellus, to be called my son - that is the most preposterous and disgusting thing that will ever cross my lips. The way Hades is pushing him towards the throne is just riling me up even more. None of my children had been lobbied for the throne so heavily by Hades as Marcellus was. And I am the one who is suffering in a marriage with the old munter. I even gave birth to Ramaalen and Elantria, fathered by the codger. And now I shall give it all up. For whom? For his illegitimate son with a side thing hooker. Over my dead body.

“Well, ma’am, not much news about his highness Yordanren, but his highness prince Marcellus seems to act somewhat erratic for a while. His behaviour is very unpredictable and out of his usual recluse and reserved character, as per reports,” he said.

“Explain.“ I demanded.

“Well, he is still his usual reserved self and man of little words at most times. However, he is having almost regular fits of violent anger, whereby he causes wreak, havoc and bloodbaths. We had several cases where the guards and trackers would end up with multiple fractures and on the brink of death after his furore.” he said.

“Hmm, interesting. Do we know what caused this rage?” I asked.

“No, but he started to behave very secretively and strangely a few weeks before the incident with Naevres. Actually, it all started after the Oribus battle. Initially, he was very mysterious and would disappear with a few of his selected confidants. There were reports that he would spend much time at Avesta castle.

After the incident with Naevres, he almost completely stopped going there. But, his behaviour became more savage, sadistic and unpredictable. In one of his recent rampages, he had brutally beaten up over 15 high-ranked warriors and trackers. When they arrived for treatment, Naevres says that they looked as if the beast mauled them.”

“Oh, speaking of which, how is Naevres?”

“He is okay now but has four laceration scars extending through the length of the righthand side of his face. These are spreading from his forehead over the eye area to his jaw. His eyesight in the right eye is still reduced, but he is recovering. He is still in a wheelchair due to mobility issues after the spine injury. Apparently, he should be able to walk soon.” he said.

“Do you have any update on why he did that to him?” I asked.

“We tried to get information from Naevres in many different ways, but he remained silent. I can interrogate him if you want.” he offered.

“No, no, I don’t want to get attention. I want to lay low.” I said.

“You should go to Avesta and explore what could have happened there. Check everything.” I said.

“Yes, my Queen. Any other questions?”

“Oh, Conrad, any news about the girl before you go?”

“No, my Queen. As if she had disappeared from the face of Earth and all other realms. Our last track on her was when you opened the portals to the desert and, subsequently, Oribus, on that night when….”

“Shhh Conrad, don’t you dare to finish that sentence the way I think you want to”, I shushed him, pressing my pointy finger over his plump and biteable lips. I remember that night very well. She was running away from Malleteagan after he killed my daughter. He was chasing her, trying to kill her too. I almost caught her, but she was quicker to make a portal, and then she disappeared, Lord knows where. Just like that, in front of my eyes, she just disappeared. If I had come just seconds earlier, I would have caught her. She would be mine and under my palm, as I planned from the day she was conceived. And I have been chasing her since then. I am convinced that Marcellus has something to do with this, but I can’t get to the bottom of it.

And I cannot be conspicuous about this as they may reveal my plan. To use Aralyn to destroy bloody Hades and his obnoxious son. Once and for all.

“Now, my faithful Conrad, you have deserved a hefty reward for your work so far. And to reward you and…stimulate…your future efforts…” I said while untying my dress… “I will allow you to f**k me today.”

And, as on command, he jumped on me, pushing me onto the working table of my study. He hungrily devoured my lips and went down to my breasts, cupping them with his hands in fervour and hunger while sucking my hardened n*****s. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was exhilarated with arousal and ecstasy. He quickly turned me around, ripped my panties and pushed his stone rock-hard rod into my drenching wet p***y. He f****d me in a bestial, diabolic and barbaric way. Just the way he knew I liked. After our hour-long moaning and groaning session, he came all over me and then licked and sucked his c*m.

“Good puppy Conrad. You are free to go now,” I said and winked with a smirk while dressing up.

“Yes, my Queen”,-he said and scrammed.

Where the f**k did that girl disappear? I thought to myself.