Chapter Twenty

Melchoir was shocked after she left him there. He walked in still puzzled and sat quietly next to Kira who looked bored.

"Kirana please can we talk?" He said.

She just ignored him and faced Uma who was sitting next to her.

"Ralph tell me what I did. NOW." He snarled at Ralph through their telepathy.

"Uhm....well....Melva had you let other women touch you when at the party. She got angry when she saw one of the ladies rubbing you down there." Ralph replied.

"What the...." Melchoir almost yelled out. "I'll definitely kill that so called brat."

"You just have to explain to Kira if she'll answer you." Ralph replied.

Melchoir couldn't wait till they finished the feast. Kira was just eating ever so slowly.

As soon as they got to their room, Melchoir pulled Kira's hands and she looked down at him as he fell on his knees.

"And it is Melva's fault again." She frowned knowing what's next.

"Kira look, you know I would never do anything like that. I only belong to you, I would never accept that if it was me. I would never accept another man touching you if it was me. I'm so sorry Kira." He pleaded.

Kira snatched her hands and walked into the dressing room to change into her nightdress.

Kira walked out of the dressing and walked to bed. She didn't even pay any attention to Melchoir who was still on his knees.

Deep down she knew it was Melva but why could he not fight against her. Is she that more powerful than he is? He told her he was the strongest moon demise even stronger than the darkness demise and he can't prevent any control.

Kira went to bed earlier than she expected and to her surprise she didn't have any nightmare.

"Kirana."

"What is it Melchoir? Leave me be. Is it every time I'll have to forgive you for one mistake or the other. The first time Melva, the second time Melva, the third Melva everything Melva. Just leave me alone. We have an agreement to talk about and if you don't want to just say and let's go back to Vitalia." Kira yelled at him.

"What is your problem?" Melchoir yelled back at her taking her off guard. "Oh yes I am blaming Melva intentionally because I did it because you have nothing they have, because they have more beautiful body than yours. Because they are more experienced than you, because that's how I was before you came back from your so called treasure hunt for thirteen years or whatever.. Sure, stop wasting my time because I have an alliance to make." Melchoir slammed the door against her face and she was left there speechless.

Melchoir just yelled at her. She fell on her knees and tears rolled down her cheeks. He yelled at her, that's impossible. It must be Melva and not him.

Kira quickly cleaned her face and walked out of the room, following Melchoir and Ralph from behind.

"Welcome Melchoir, My lady." Ian said as they walked into the meeting hall.

Till they finished the meeting, Melchoir didn't even look up at Kira. She felt her heart break as he left her after the meeting without saying a word still.

"What's wrong Kira?" Uma asked walking into their room.

"Melchoir....yelled at me." She choked. "I was so angry I was rude to him and....and...he yelled at me."

"Oh Kira. Come here." Uma pulled her into her embrace. "It's okay. You just have to apologize to him. You can't expect him to be the one to forgive you.....but wait.....he was the one who started it."

"You can't understand.....he wasn't in his right state of mind the other afternoon. He explained to me, he begged me, kneeling before me after I even slapped him." Kira choked and burst into tears.

"Ouch...that hurts." Uma frowned. "Okay. You'll just have to apologize and if he pushes you away, you'll just keep apologizing no matter what. Come on girl, let's take a walk around. I had a tour around the castle this morning and it was amazing. Maybe a quick tour will cheer you up."

Uma pulled her out of the room after wiping away her tears. As they walked along the corridor, Uma kept talking and talking but Kira didn't hear a thing.

"Uh oh."

"What?" Kira looked up and saw Melchoir walking out of a room.

"That's the pleasure hall." Uma whispered but she heard.

"Where prostitutes satisfy men's desires?" Kira asked fighting the urge to burst into tears again.

"Well...." Uma bit her lips. "Sort of."

Kira turned back immediately and ran back to the room. Uma ran after her, trying to calm her.

"Kira, it's okay. It's....it's..."

"It's what? I'm the worst. I'm the worst wife ever." Kira screamed.

"No. Don't say that Kira. You're perfect just the way you are." Uma tried to touch her but she moved away.

"Please Uma. I want to be alone." Kira mumbled.

"Sure. I'll check on you later." Uma nodded walking out of the room.

Kira took a pillow and buried her face in it. Melchoir was really mad at her. She didn't do anything wrong. There was nothing bad in what she did. She had the right to be angry over things like that. But she knew it wasn't like Melchoir to just allow ladies to touch him anyhow they like.

"What should I do?" She choked. "He has probably out on of those ladies to bed now. She didn't allow him to have her since their wedding and....and...

Kira burst into tears again. She kept on sniffing and sniffing. She began to have headache after a very long time of crying and crying.

Earlier in Uma and Ralph's room. Uma just walked out of the bathroom in her robe when Ralph walked into the room.

"Oh...pardon me." Ralph stuttered as soon as he saw her.

The robe fitted perfectly to her wet skin and her cleavage was slightly opened an he could see her breast curves. He quickly looked away not to awaken the beast in him but he was too late.

Uma quickly rushed into the dressing room embarrassed. Ralph groaned and walked out of the room to join Melchoir who had left with Ian to the pleasure hall.

As Ralph walked in a group of women rushed to him.

"I would like to be your lady my Lord."

"I want to satisfy you my Lord."

Ralph looked around for Melchoir and saw him sitting with some ladies around him. He didn't even pay attention to them as they rubbed his body. He just continued drinking the alcohol with him.

"I'll take all of you." Ralph replied and they all gasped.

Ralph smirked seeing their reaction. His fellow demise didn't just say only Melva can satisfy his desires, he meant it. Ralph is a monster when on bed with a woman and with the looks of these women one won't last five minutes with him.

Melchoir sat down in the hall lost in thought. He just wanted to let out all his fraustration right now. He has missed a woman in his bed.

Although he seldom just take a woman and put to bed, he only did that back then if he was frustrated that he hasn't found Kira.

He stood up and took one of the ladies surrounding him and she lead him to one of the rooms in the hall.

He didn't even allow her to close the door, he started kissing her fiercely. He could feel Kira's was crying and is very heartbroken but he didn't pay attention to it. He just wanted to let out his frustration. She thought he was doing all that intentionally. No one has ever slapped him since he was born and still he kept his calm till she indirectly called him a liar. His inner self can take everything but not calling him a liar no matter who it is.

Melchoir pushed the lady on the bed and used his magic to close the door. He ripped her clothes apart and started having her roughly.

After like an hour of taking his frustration out on the poor lady she had passed out. He walked to the washroom an cleaned himself before walking out of the hall. A familiar scent of his weakness and mate hit him and he saw her running away and then he felt her crying again. He wanted to go after her and apologize but he was still angry. Angry at her, angry at himself for not being able to stop Melva from controlling him.

Melchoir walked to a corner where he was sure no one could see him. He teleported to Melva's mansion. She was on one of the large chairs on her terrace when he got there.

"Melva." He growled.

"Oh hello brother." She smirked. "It's really nice to visit your older sister ehn."

She turned to look at him. She was drinking a glass of blood. Melchoir knew she had killed someone again.

Melva's punishment was a very sweet one to her. She would drain the individual blood right in front of him and drink it after the person is dead. Not like she's a vampire but she is just like Ralph who can't do without blood but blood wasn't her weakness, it's just apart of her.

"Why did you do what you did?" He asked.

"What can I say? Playing is my thing, especially playing with you." She chuckled.

"I hate your plays Melva, they stink." Melchoir snarled.

"Do you expect me to take you to a beach and build sand castles with you, play with toys with you to be the type of plays I'll play with you?" Melva stood up and moved closer to him. "Interesting. You had a woman and she's not your weakness or your mate. How nice. She must be really sad."

"I don't think it is your business Melva." He growled. "Why do you hate me so much? I told you, I had nothing to do with your mother's death."

"Enough. You were the whole cause. You think this is only because of you? It is because of both of you. I won't mind you dying and her suffering for being the reason you died. You aren't the only one who caused the death on the person I love. She also did and I'm going to make sure I get my revenge." Melva yelled angrily and then she suddenly calmed down. "Maybe when father is done with her."

"What....."

The words got stuck in his mouth when he suddenly met himself in front of a castle he never wanted to see again in his life. The place he hated most in his life. The place he lost his mother and everything he loved. He looked up at the dark sky. It was always dark here in the underworld.

"Why did you bring me here?" He looked at her with fury in his eyes.

"Why not come I and know yourself. I'm not a spokeswoman." She snapped her fingers and they appeared in the throne room.

A large throne stood high at the other end of the hall. The throne was made out of dark crystals and it was glittering and the top was filled with burning flames.

"Father, we're here." Melva called and suddenly the hall was filled with dark smoke. Melchoir's father likes to make unnecessary entrances. The smoke slowly took form of something on the throne and the lamps on the wall danced restlessly due to the force of his magic.

"It's nice to have you home Melchoir." His cold and deadly voice announced his presence.

"Azrael." Melchoir mumbled.

"Not very nice to address your father by his name."

Azrael was grim than a spooky night. His black sleek hair cascaded to his shoulders like a nightshade waterfall. His black orbs pierced into Melchoir like he could see through him and beyond him. His black silk robe flowed down covering his feet. His grim appearance added more to the nonchalant expression on his face which greeted every damn body with his cruel cold gaze.

"Why did you ask her to bring me here?" Melchoir growled, his magic was leaking out of his body already making Azrael chuckle darkly.

"Your petty powers are no match for mine. Your powers seems to have grown more than the last time I took it from you." Azrael smirked.

"You're just a coward. You're scared I'm going to kill you if I have all my moon demise powers with me." Melchoir snorted and a wicked laugh escaped Azrael's lips.

"I'm not scared of you. I'm just protecting you Melchoir." He smirked.

"Protect uhn." Melchoir snorted. "So why did you call me here I'm running out of time."

"Melva?" Azrael looked at Melva and she disappeared. "Well. Melchoir. It's about your mate.....Kirana."