Chapter 5 Reflects me

The hall was enveloped in silence as I focused intently on him, my senses heightened and prepared to act if the situation demanded it.

The thought of their blood spilling on the ground would make my soul sing with a dark melody as they fell before me. I contemplated my options: should I use my hands, my claws, my teeth, or perhaps one of my rarely used beasts side?

The prince, my master was furious, this I knew well from the bond we shared but i was unbothered. Things like this is normal and to kill everyone though pleasurable would mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"My servants reflect me; to insult them is to insult me,"My master spoke in a tone that was both bored and malicious, conveying a sense of disinterest mixed with a hint of malice, as if the words themselves lacked any real value or sincerity. The those who were present in the room could sense the heavy weight of his statements, fully understanding that they were not merely casual remarks but were instead laced with ominous threats. It was clear to everyone that at any given moment, he could erupt into a fiery rage, unleashing his fury without warning, leaving an atmosphere of tension and unease.

While all of this unfolded around me, I managed to maintain a certain level of detachment, almost as if I were an observer instead of the primary target of the dissent and unrest swirling in the air.

Rather, I presented myself as the ideal servant-obedient, diligent, and deadly in my approach. After seventy-five Dekronic years, I had honed my skills to perfection, becoming the ultimate weapon for the firstborn of the ruling family, wholly devoted to my master and his desires. "It was not an insult, merely an observation that her colouring is unique in our kingdom,"he replied, while trying to maintain the delicate balance of respect and truth.

I stifled a scoff at the absurdity of it all; over the years, I had learned to separate my true self from the physical shell I inhabited. In my previous life, I had to constantly adjust my thoughts and perceptions about 'him,' reshaping my understanding to fit the role I was compelled to play. Each passing moment reinforced the distance between who I was and who I pretended to be, a dance of shadows and light that kept me tethered to my master's will.

I held back my emotions, burying them deep within myself, ever alert for any signs of potential danger that lurked nearby. It was a constant battle to remain composed, to keep my feelings at bay.

"She is seventy-five," my master stated, his voice terse and clipped as he spoke, his teeth visibly clenched in an expression that betrayed his tightly controlled excitement. "At this age, she is indeed perfect, having spent her formative years in the company of royals and those of noble birth. Such a woman possesses an allure that is undeniably captivating." How daring of him to openly reveal such profound desire. As he stepped closer to me, I felt a tremor run through my entire being, his luxurious scent surrounding me like an intoxicating cloak that warmed my senses. "I desire her," he declared with a fervor that left my mind racing with a flurry of thoughts and emotions. The intensity of his admission sent waves of uncertainty coursing through me, mixing with an inexplicable curiosity about the woman who had captured his attention so completely.

Before I could fully grasp the meaning behind his words, a deafening crash suddenly shattered my concentration, jolting me back to reality. The explosive sound of shattering glass echoed ominously in the air, accompanied by the violent noise of bodies colliding together with a bone-rattling impact. A chill swept through me as I exhaled slowly, my breath crystallizing in the frigid atmosphere around me. I quickly surveyed my surroundings, my eyes darting around the room, where tendrils of smoke curled upward from the source of the chaos, twisting and writhing as if they possessed a life of their own.

Without a moment's hesitation, I sprang into action, moving with determination and purpose. I zeroed in on a large man who stood nearby, seizing him swiftly and slamming him against the wall with a forceful echo that reverberated throughout the space. The intensity of my actions seemed to catch him off guard; his eyes widened in sheer fear as he realized the strength I wielded. I took a half-step back, allowing myself a slight smile, reveling in the raw power I had just exhibited before ultimately deciding to release my grip on him.

With my initial target momentarily subdued, I quickly redirected my focus to another adversary lurking nearby. In a fluid motion, I effortlessly crushed his throat with just a flick of my wrist, a display of my precision and control that sent a message to everyone else in the room. It was clear there was no space for weakness here. With calculated intent pulsing through my veins, I turned my attention to hunt down the four remaining figures, all of whom concealed themselves in the shadows. Their furtive movements, quick and cautious, did little to hide their intent, betraying their desperate attempts to remain unseen as they plotted their next move. I could feel the tension in the air rise as I prepared to close in on them, knowing that the hunt was far from over.

II found myself grappling with the intense urge to hide the manic excitement bubbling up inside me, yet it was a losing battle as a tidal wave of exhilaration surged relentlessly through every fiber of my being. My eyes shimmered bright, sparkling with the electric thrill that accompanied the chase, reflecting the sheer joy of the pursuit ahead. Each heartbeat resonated like a drum, echoing the rhythm of anticipation and excitement that fueled my determination as I pressed on with unwavering resolve. I felt invigorated, filled with an almost unstoppable energy, eyes bright.