His Majesty & Daughters Of The Seven Sins

Chapter 06 • The King Must Die -1

Days later, representatives from the other four northern kingdoms arrived at the Werleria palace. The place was brightly decorated with colourful artifacts and lights, having all the royal slaves and servants dressed in their best, despite their class.

All the royals, councilmen, tycoons, politicians and royal relatives were welcomed in glamorously.

Lyzebel stood next to her husband, smiling at the guests that stood before them, chattering about random politics.

Lamia on the other hand, stood next to the large dinning table, where all the small treats and snacks were placed. She picked up a plate of small chops, munching unto them classically.

It was her seventeenth plate in two hours. "Quite an appetite you have, Princess Lamia".

Lamia almost choked on her meal, gulping down a mouthful. She snapped her head to the side, sighting the tall muscular framed man who stood next to her.

He was dressed in a royal black coat, having his black hair combed backwards, filling the air around him with his woody misty perfume. Lamia smiled, setting the plate down, "Lord Elliot".

The man smiled, letting his blood red eyes shine, "Good evening, Princess Lamia".

Lamia bowed, "What a pleasure surprise, my Lord".

He nodded subtly, "It's been a while".

"Two months actually. The all powerful vampire Lord of the Slitherwit kingdom is not someone who has any second to spare".

Elliot chuckled, "I appreciate your understanding".

Lamia gazed around the room then back at the handsome devil Lord. She bit her lips, "May I ask who you came with? Or did you come alone?"

"Fortunately not, I came with my fiancee".

Lamia cringed to his words. "You– You are getting getting married, my lord?"

"Yes. My weeding is in two days".

Her eyes widened in shock—she instantly fixed her face.

"Woah, that is really fast. I do no't remember getting an invitation, my Lord".

"Oh, princess, I decided to keep my delicate affairs low profile. I do not want to have to handle the stress of inviting thousands of fools to my palace to only entertain their foolishness".

Delicate!? Fools!? Really! Lamia pushed out a fake smile, clearing her throat softly. "Oh, and who is this lucky maiden? A vampire royalty?"

At the right timing, a slim woman—looking younger than Lamia—having short brown wavey hair, padded forward.

Elliot stretched his arm out, welcoming the not so beautiful young lady into his embrace, smiling down at her. "Princess Lamia, meet my dear fiancee, Princess Amber. The princess of the Sunndrom Kingdom", he kiss on the top of hair head, earning a blush from the young Princess.

Lamia frowned instantly. Human! He was engaged to a human princess!? Unbelievable!

Elliot then looked up at Lamia, "She is the lucky maiden that stole my heart".

Lamia held up a smile. Slowly analysising the young princess's dress, she enviously admired the precious stones and craving embedded into her gown. Everything she wore had a more unique glow than the princess herself—and her designed seemed to be personalized; as no other guest had such magnificent ornamentation on their elite wears. Her stomach twisted in hate.

Princess Amber bowed her head subtly, "Good evening, Princess Lamia".

Not wanting to speak, Lamia only bowed subtly. Princess Amber could do nothing but smile back.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Lord Elliot, the most powerful and purest handsome vampire royalty she had been admiring for more than five years—after offering herself countless times for his s****l pleasure; all to grab his affection and attention.

He ended up getting secretly engaged to a mere human!? The audacity!

"Congratulations, princess Amber", Lamia smiled.

"Thank you. I am indeed lucky to have caught the eyes of the most charming lord in the five northern kingdoms". Amber humored, glancing at her fiance's dark red eyes. Elliot cooed at her.

Lamia grinded her teeth. It was obvious from their behaviour that they were not only getting married for political reasons, but they were most definitely in love. Something that rarely happened between royals. She narrowed her eyes.

Elliot the glanced back to her, "Do not worry, Lamia, you will surely receive an invitation before tomorrow night, I assure you".

Lamia smiled nervously, "That will be an honour, my Lord. Um... Excuse me for a minute", she bowed, padding away from the suffocating love-sick couple. She grinded her teeth in hate as she stepped out of the ball room and to the corridor.

Lyzebel from a distance—with her husband still holding unto her waist, noticed her sister walk out of the room. Lyzebel glanced at the large clock in the room, having it say the time to be 11:30PM.

Good timing.

She smiled, excusing herself from the crowd around her and padding in the same direction as Lamia.

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Down stairs in the biggest underground dungeon, Lamia and Lyzebel stood opposite each other, keeping their eyes shut.

They stood at the ends of a summoning pentagon, having the carcass of a slaughtered goat set in the centre with blood staining the rough floor.

They kept their eye shut, mumbling in a foreign forbidden language. Above them hung upside down naked human bodies from off the ceiling.

Markings of dry blood designed the corpses—with their heads tied in white cloths that were now soaked in blood as flies perched on the decaying patches of the bodies, filling the room with a revolting stench.

As the sister's continued to mumble, a man dressed in a long black cloaked walked around in the room, circling the sisters. He walked by the tables and selves of potions, body parts and demonic items.

He padded towards the pentagon; where the sisters stood, lifting an bowl filled with a colourless liquid to Lamia. The sister instantly stopped chanting, opening their eyes to the man.

"What is that for, Kenneth?" Lyzebel asked.

Kenneth slowly pulled down his cloak, revealing his long red hair over his pale beautiful soft skin—bearing eyes of two different colours; blue and white. His looks seemed so unnatural, he looked like a drawing—one of a young attractive man.

He smirked, turning to Lyzebel. "Your majesty, it is for the baby".

"What baby?" The two sisters asked in confusion.

Kenneth smiled wider, "The baby your sister, Lamia bears for the king". Their eyes widened.

"I am pregnant!?" Lamia gasped.

Kenneth nodded. "Indeed. About a month now".

A smile slowly stretched on Lyzebel's lips. She crossed her arms, staring at Ken, "This will benefit us greatly, wouldn't it?"

"Very".

"How!?" Lamia asked in more confusion.

"Princess Lamia, undress yourself and drink it. And within minutes, you will have a discharge. Ensure to release yourself into the bowl", Kenneth instructed her.

Lamia thought for a while, still carrying a lost look. She then nodded, following Ken's instructions and slowly taking off her clothes and throwing them on the floor. She stood naked in front of Kenneth and Lyzebel.

Kenneth handed her the bowl.

As instructed, Lamia gulped down the entire liquid, sighing afterwards. In less than a minute, she began to feel blood prickle down her legs. Remembering all of Kenneth's words, Lamia squatted down, filling the bowl with her thick bloody discharge.

She then stood up, handing the bowl of waste blood to Kenneth. Kenneth received the bowl and padded away from the sisters and to one of the walls—where an upside down cross hung; having an altar of sacrifice placed there.

He fell in his knees, mumbling incantations. Lamia picked up her robe and slowly began to dress herself.

She gazed at Lyzebel, "What exactly is beneficial about all this?"

"Fool", Lyzebel hissed, "I knew you have always been an i***t but I did not know you were brainless on top of it".

Lamia rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and expecting her answer. Lyzebel then started, "It is beneficial to us because it is an insult to one of the greatest and most unique gift a woman is bestowed with. The ability to bear and give life. It allows us to rip that gift and offer it to our Lord as an insult to man's creator. It also give us more strength to be gained at the end of this entire ritual... That is why it is beneficial for us".

Lamia's face instantly lit up, "Oh! Now I understand!"

"Of course you do, you moron", Lyzebel rolled her eyes, turning to Kenneth who was still on his knees, praying.

After a few more moments, he finally stood up, padding his way back to the pentagon. He slowly poured the aborted blood in the centre of the circle, stepping back, opening his arms to announce.

"Master is here".