The Secrets of Kars (Part 1)

Meanwhile, as Kilian's cock wreaked blissful havoc in Lena's cunt, Jezebel sat on top of the Tower of Divine Decadence, with a red cloud of gas swirling before her. In that cloud, the face of a dark-purple fehl daemon with short black hair, three pairs of ram horns, and a red sigil similar to Jezebel's—appeared.

As tyrannical as bewildering, his eyes stared into Jezebel's with unconcealed annoyance.

"Why did you accept this assignment?" Mazdan, Jezebel's elder half brother, asked in a prying tone. Back in the Fehl Plane, long before Kilian's appearance, Ashera had launched a terrible war to encroach on a rival's territory. Thus, for more than eleven months, Mazdan had been leading her armies. Only after seizing the designated areas did he return to Ashera's court.

The news awaiting there didn't please him.

"Your words imply that I was given a choice. I wasn't," Jezebel's replied in a calm tone while her lips curved into a gentle smile. However, her words brought Mazdan no satisfaction. Worse, his face contorted into a frown.

"Utter rubbish. When has mother ever truly went against your will? If you stood intent on resisting this nonsense, she would have found a way to set you free. Instead, here you are, playing secretary for a mortal." He countered. Of Ashera's children, for more reasons than one, Jezebel was her favorite.

Though the youngest, Ashera doted on and indulged her the most. And indeed, Jezebel didn't doubt that if she chose to resist the task, she would now stand far, far away. However, she didn't. Why should she?

"Or perhaps I just like it here. Why do you care, brother?" Jezebel inquired with her head tilted on the left, and her tone unchanged. But once again, her words deepened the Fehl Prince's dissatisfaction.

"Is that so? Could it be that you're pining for your charge? If that's the case, I shouldn't be worried. We saw how that ended 140 years ago," Mazdan stated in a tone laced with irony.

At first, as she straightened her head to face her brother's hessonite hues, the words seemed to have no effect on Jezebel.

"Mazdan, I like you, but," she began, but as her words reached that point, she tilted her head on the right, her smile and gentle eyes vanished, replaced by a soul-piercing glare able to make battle-hardened veterans quiver on their knees.

"Don't get on my nerve, you nosy little bitch," the words flew from Jezebel's lips like sharp blades eager to tear the listener's ears to shreds. But barely had they left her lips that Jezebel waved her hand, causing the red cloud to vanish in red particles.

"If like you everyone measured likes and dislikes in power and standing, would butchers still have wives? Nonsensical." With those words, Jezebel stood up and cast her gaze far beyond Ostria, sweeping Orloth's 1.2 million square kilometers to land on a distant city: Kars!

Jezebel stepped forward, turning into a crimson beam of light that shafted into the night sky, and vanished within. Nine seconds afterward, she landed in Kars' ducal palace, right before Klaus' chambers.

Dematerializing her presence, Jezebel flew through the walls, like a ghost of folklores, and landed in Klaus' chambers.

There, the Duke of Kars sat across a table, reading with a palm-sized ball of magical light instead of the room's night light. But as soon as Jezebel appeared in the room, a cold breeze blew within, and the ball collapsed in light particles.

Unalarmed, Klaus snapped his fingers, making a larger ball of light appear in his hand. But instead of dazzling the room, it only allowed him to catch a brief glance of the new entrant. In that instant, Klaus firmly believed that he glimpsed at beauty in its purest form.

Eager to capture it, he reached for a brush, but before his hand wrapped around one, a foreign force locked his arm, preventing him from moving a muscle.

"Unnecessary move, I am immortal. Even without your brush, my beauty would outlast eternity." The cold, authoritative voice of a young woman echoed within the room. Lilac colored flames burst from her form, brightening the room at last. Drawn by the focal point of light, Klaus' blue eyes shifted back onto Jezebel, and his lips curled into a smile.

"To what do I owe this visit?" He calmly asked, unfazed by the sordid predicament he obviously faced.

"Someone I know makes you a focal point. The desire to drag you into inferno festers in his bowels, awaiting the time of outburst. His soul screams for vengeance even while he sleeps at night," Jezebel began as she took leisurely steps toward Klaus. The heat and pressure in the room skyrocketed, making sweat drench Klaus' forehead. Yet, he remained poised and unmoving.

"Kilian?" He inquired, though already 90% certain of the truth.

"As I suspected, you know that he's still alive. Another reason to keep you six feet under. Indeed, it is him.

However, revenge, you see, is a psychological necessity; a vindictive cry against our ineptitude to alter fate—holding no weight on the dead." Stopping before the table, Jezebel directly stared into Klaus' eyes, piercing them with her oppressive glance.

"I don't want him to live in death. To pull strings for the shadows of ghosts will lead to nothing but self-destruction. And so long as your feet walk this world, that your lungs breathe its air, he will never stop.

Therefore, you have to vanish." The table melted into pieces, leaving nothing between Klaus and the bone-chilling Jezebel. In her eyes, Klaus saw the cries of millions of wronged souls cursing her for the wretched ends they suffered.

"I...don't think he would approve. Are you even going to tell him?" The von Karsten Duke stressed the words, making Jezebel's lips arch in a faint smile.

"Of course, I will.

After I've erased you from existence, he will have to face his shadow and grow out of it. By then, your fate won't matter much. And even if it does, in time, he will let it go.

Klaus, you have proven yourself to be a nuisance, and I do not care for your relationship with Niklas. Your plans and goals can die with you."

Jezebel stretched out her right hand toward Klaus, causing the mountainous pressure of her dra to squash him where he stood. In that instant, Klaus wondered how a human being could possess such a level of dra. No, a human couldn't. Across all continents, none could!

Purple light burst from Klaus' form, morphing into a continuous wall of purple crystals that surrounded and protected him. The pressure from Jezebel's finger collided with the crystal wall, unleashing a silent explosion that blasted it to pieces, making Klaus backflip to land back on his feet.

"A dra level of more than 5,000,000. You are a fehl." Klaus stated as his eyes narrowed in gravity. To say nothing of humans, across all continents, what race, what Exarch, could possibly unleash such a flabbergasting level of dra? Only a fehl daemon could. And then again, at least a Fehl Noble.

However, Jezebel's next words made Klaus realize that perhaps, he'd been too naive.

"Actually, that's just 1%," Jezebel casually said, and flicked her finger, firing an air bullet that blasted a hole through Klaus' forehead, and sent him smashing against the opposite wall. His blood and brain matter gushed forth, splattering wall and ground

"But for you, that's more than enough," Jezebel added, and snapped her finger, causing lilac flames to enshroud Klaus' form, and consume him whole. Uninterested in Klaus' ashes, she turned heels, ready to depart from the scene.

But in that instant, a hand tore through her chest, and Klaus' figure reappeared at her back, as pristine as ever. Yet, the flames still seared his flesh.

"We can agree on one thing, I do not want you as an in-law, either," Klaus declared with a smile, but then Jezebel's form collapsed in an afterimage, and nine thin lightning spears skewered the von Karsten Duke from all sides.

One in his brain, two in his eyes, one in his throat, another in his heart, abdomen, crotch, and the rest on his legs! This time, the lilac lightning seared Klaus' blood before it could burst, but again, the inconceivable occurred.

Klaus turned heels, and though the lilac flames and lightning still blazed, as he stared at Jezebel, his figure went from charred corpse to flawless nobleman.

For the first time since her arrival, Jezebel's eyes narrowed.

"You are immor—no, unkillable." Jezebel realized, accurately seeing through the nuance in Klaus' state.

Undisturbed, he nodded in approval.

"Indeed, try as you might, you cannot claim my life."