Zayn sat down alone in his Chambers. It wasn't like the last room he had been in with Bella the last time. This one was his real room, dark and eerie just like what he truly is. He was known to be the son of the powerful voodoo king who rules his sacred kingdom that was hidden from the eyes of many others.
The royal blood grows stronger from generation to generation instead of weaker, and the incantations are even more potent and powerful than the last. Women and liquor was what many enjoyed, and the display now seemed like tradition. He had grew up in this environment, and he couldn't even count how many he had been with anymore.
They just kept on coming.
He reached up to his table, and picked up the dagger that was lying on top. He had received it not too long ago, and once again h
