She Belongs To The Devil

After satisfying his hunger, and killing his prey, it finally dawned upon him that he was supposed to be in Wyverndale and not in his own chamber.

"What the hell? I was fighting that Devil until a while ago. How am I here?" Reginald pressed his head and tried to jog his memory but he was unable to recall anything that happened after he was strangled, clawed, and thrown.

Reginald had already passed out when Theodore had pulled his claws out of his chest and threw him away like a ragdoll. And he had no idea yet that his sister had been murdered.

"How long have I been out for? How come I am already here? Did the guards carry me and run? But they wouldn't do that when I was wounded. Then I was out for two or three days? What happened after I passed out? Did I successfully kill King Dragomir? That would be a punishment to Adeline for rejecting me."

There were thousands of questions in his mind. He looked at the maid who he had already killed and scratched his head. "Was she the one to take care of me for the whole time? I should have thanked her before feeding on her."

He sighed and gave a sound, "Guards! Is anyone out there? Don't you all know how to take care of your ill King?"

He went to find some clothes to wear while he waited for someone to show up.

The guard who had brought him in earlier came inside and greeted the King, "Your Majesty!"

"What day is it today? Where are the others that went to Wyverndale with me? Didn't you all try to feed blood to me or call in a witch to heal me quickly?" he bombarded that terrified guard with all sorts of questions.

From how leisurely the King was behaving, and what he was asking, the guard guessed that the King didn't know that his sister had been killed. And that scared him.

Reginald put on a trouser and was about to wear a robe on his upper body when he heard that guard saying in a whisper, "All of you arrived here about five minutes ago. That De-Devil teleported all of you here along with the carriages."

He gave a shocked look to that guard and asked, "He teleported us?" He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where are the others? What about Rebekah? Is everyone here?"

This was what that guard feared the King would ask. He did not want to be the bearer of the bad news and have the King vent out his fury on him. But he had to.

He pointed his foot towards the door, ready to run away if the King would try to kill him, and then lightly broke the bad news to the King, "Everyone is in the throne hall. They are slowly regaining their consciousness… except Her Highness."

"Rebekah? Why isn't she waking up? Is she badly hurt?" Reginald frowned and asked as he walked towards the door.

He recalled how he had hit her head with a sofa when she tried to stop him from harming Dragomir. He felt bad when he recalled it now. And he thought to himself as he ran towards the throne hall, "I don't think I smacked her head that badly…"

The guard let out a deep sigh when the King ran out. He was thankful that he didn't have to answer the King. Or else, he didn't know if he would be alive right now. "I think I should stay away from him for a few days," he thought to himself and went the other way to avoid the King.

Reginald reached to the throne hall to see a commotion and a very bizarre scene there. The carriages and horses were in the middle of the throne hall, taking a lot of space. And the guards had surrounded one of the carriages that was not torn apart. They were discussing something among them.

"Why are you all standing there and chatting? Is something interesting going on?" he satirically scolded the guards for creating a scene while he was unconscious.

All of the guards immediately ran to the other end of the throne hall out of fear. They all knew not to stand near the King right now.

And the moment they all ran, Reginald could clearly see inside the carriage. His eyes fell on the rotten and unmoving body of his sister.

He could not believe his eyes at first and he went into denial. He laughed and looked at the guards who were standing with their heads down.

And he asked while chuckling, "Did Rebekah ask all of you to take part in this stupid prank? What did she bribe all of you with? Extra blood or extra potion?" He laughed again and licked his lips to clean off the blood.

"Come on! You can laugh you fools." He looked at the guards and teasingly urged them, "I already caught all of you trying to fool me with this silly makeup on her. Just laugh already!"

However, the guards kept on looking down on the floor. All of them were scared for their lives and didn't even dare to say half a word.

He then walked closer to the carriage and he finally saw a huge hole in her chest.

His jaw dropped. His eyes widened. His heart clenched. And his whole world seemed to crumble down all at once.

"Rebekah…" he whispered in a broken voice and gently poked his sister, still thinking that she was somehow faking her death.

"Rebekah! Stop it already!" Streams of tears rolled down on their own as he patted her cold and hard cheek.

And he pleaded to his sister, "I'm sorry for hurting you back there in Wyverndale. You know that I was not in the right state of my mind. You've hurt me enough! So wake up like a good sister you are."

He thought that some witch had helped her create an illusion and even tried poking the hole in her chest.

To his utter dismay, there really was a hole in her heart. And he finally noticed the heart that was lying not too far away from her body. Reginald clasped his mouth with his palm. His throat became lumpy and his whole body started to shiver.

He was devastated when he realized that Rebekah was not playing any joke on him. His heart shattered into a thousand pieces when it finally settled in his mind that his only remaining family had also left him.

And Reginald finally broke down. "No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!" He climbed inside the carriage and held his sister's cold corpse in his arms.

He hugged his sister and began to let out a gut-wrenching cry, "Oh, Rebbie! How could you do this to me? How can you leave me all alone? You said that you were going to be the Queen after my death! How can you go into slumber before me?"

He gazed at her ash-grey body and shouted, "You're not even sleeping! You're dead! You cannot even wake up now! How can you betray your brother like this?"

He hugged her again and screamed, "I hate you! I hate you so much! Why do you have to make me hate you so much, Rebbie?"

"You did not even let me say sorry for everything that I did to you today! I'm sorry! I am so sorry for being such a terrible brother…"

He kept on screaming, crying, and cursing himself for hours.

And when he finally calmed down a little, he touched his sister's head and promised her with a furious look on his face, "I swear that I will avenge your death, Rebekah.. I will kill them. I will wipe them all out!"