☝️Will Jay- lies!!

(Queen Cleo POV)

I stood in front of all five elders practically trying to put up a brave front, it was only right "I am Queen Cleo, queen of mystical creatures I am hereby to confront the urgent chaos awakening" I spoke with authority acknowledging the great powers present in the room, none look impressed the years of knowledge suffocating the very room.

All five shared a look, one that could be mistaken as disrespectful, not sparing a glance my way as they muffle words among themselves. I stood steadily awaiting their response to my approach, every second ticking my patience away.

Five elders from the five realms, basked in great ashes of wisdom the many years didn't seem to age them like how time itself did.

"oh we know who you are Queen Cleo, the very mystic that lost her mind after the fall of the great King and queen once before you, almost killing thousand if the council didn't step in if we hadn't the land and all living would be dead. Ridding you of your power, hiding its existence from my source 'my heart" the voice spoke telling my mistakes as I felt that hateful clench of my chest. Sustaining my anger I gave them each a smile.

"I'm honored for the holy elders to have remembered me" I spoke with grace bowing in their presence showing my respect even if by force.

"Rise Queen Cleo for what you seek is far beyond what the eyes can tell" the elder in the middle suddenly spoke pulling me from my thoughts, his voice holding the authority and power to make any being kneeled. That makes sense the wolf's greatest elder was speaking.

"A prophet once told before cast from sight now as brought harm" he continued staring deep within my eyes as I felt the power being unbearable to handle.

"A prophet?" I questioned as confusion lace my mind.

"what about the prophet do you need confronting" the elder of the vampire's realm spoke his fang seeming to be visible with each word. I shiver at how pointed his fangs were but dismissed as I focus on the discussion at hand.

"Last night I had been confronted by vampires, Vixton Nox," I said earning murmurs with a few shocked looks. I stood staring in silence while they talk among themselves. I felt the obvious anger radiating from John, he stood quietly behind me not saying a word yet I feel the surge of all negative emotions.

"How does he know you're a part of the prophet?" he asked to himself, I stood shocked I was to be kept a secret from the outside world but something tells me desires are full out there more as I've been watched for this to happen.

I stood there unmoving "I don't understand," I said with a stock expression clear on my face looking at each of their faces "that means Queen Cleo the fulfillment of the prophet is beginning, force by the evil which the vampire king brings" still not understanding I waited for him to continue "it will be havoc... Only you Queen Cleo can calm the evil, so beware of the vampire Prince his evil is not like his father... No matter the circumstances the prophet must be fulfilled"

I felt the bile rising just the thought of what they said rolling off their tongues so easily move me to anger.

Control is one heck of a tool.

I know I couldn't go against these elders even if I had my powers, that's why I chose to walk away from the discussion holding the cap that held my anger. As shock as I am, I was no fool.

I sat there in my room sitting at the foot of my bed thinking of what the elders had spoken "so I should give myself to the vampires to fulfill the prophet huh?" I sigh looking at the wall which I was doing for the past hour, wanting to break it down to rid of this horrid dream

I screamed my throat raw, it was sudden but it helped a little. All my frustration my confusion being powerless for my life, I had enough. A prophet seems like a death wish. I was no fool to give in to a made-believe footing, even the most powerful of elders had no solution.

The room door pulls open with force sensing who without looking up.

"Speak"

"My lady, something terrible has arisen from the south" I acknowledge her shaky words, looking dead out the window as I rise to a stand.

"It will not happen without a fight" I mumbled before throwing the dagger near the door, hearing her frightful scream.

"Elise send word to the General" Spoke as her hazel eyes reflected fear of what's to come. She nodded shakily as she clumsily went through the door.

I made my final decision, the storm was approaching by force I could almost taste the destruction. I slammed the door shut behind me speeding down the empty hallway to the practice fields. My eyes met the outside over a distance the fiery darkness flooded the sky with fire and smoke.

I arrange myself for battle seeing that armies of vampires as multiplied causing numerous of my people to go in hiding. The innocent blood will not be shed anymore, you have my attention.

I took a deep breath turning towards my men including John who stood at my side, he gave a stone-cold glance, remembering he spoke to not go into battle but there's no I'm listening to him for a way in changing that.

"I'm no damsel, John" I choked out my anger surfacing "I may be powerless but a Queen doesn't rely on powers alone" I cut him off before he could say anything else. I lifted my blades along with my sharpened sword tucking it my waist before mesmerizing the details my father place upon it, the bold lettering of the text.

'ajudante da morte' which means death's helper.

I stood upon the platform overlooking my soldiers "Men today we fight tearing these leaches back to hell, we will show them what mystical beings are made of" I smiled as thousand of roars met my ears " well then let's show these fuckers not to fuck with us" I yelled even my voice to ear sounds menacing, the warm queen they pissed off as gotten cold.

The sound of their war cry could be heard from a thousand miles away. Making the way to the kingdom gates I and John lead to battle.

"I can smell the darkness," he said sounding colder at each word. I looked at him then in front, my third eye opens a mile away you could see them March.

Seeing about 2 million soldiers ready to attack. I got to say I am impressed knowing that it's my first time begins on a battlefield I could already smell the blood, the rush of adrenaline is my pleasure.

Turning to John giving a nod giving the signaling "men we fight in the Loyalty of queen Cleo" John said in pure fury.

"Queen Cleo!!" they chanted

"ATTACK!!"

I watch all men ran into battle I stood behind looking at the most frightening sight of men. I was twitching to fight my beast wanted out. Anger blocks my sight I charge in giving my best the taste of blood.

Two bloodsuckers filling my request came striking towards me, with one swift slash of my blade, I remove their heads pleased with myself I looked to the battlefield. My eyes land on the vampire king himself, his eyes hold danger and evil clear within, without noticing his eyes found mine where on his lips a smirk appeared.

Piss as I was blinded by my anger strike metal against metal. My hunger for his blood coursing through my veins.

His long midnight hair tied in a ponytail, he wore a raven black armor with a red blackbird on his left arm, my blade breaking the armor, leave a satisfying taste on my tongue.

"What a beauty like you doing on a battlefield?" I looked up to his eyes, he had time to talk, my face murderous without giving him an answer. His arm covering in for I didn't waste any more time

"oh don't be like that love, your only turning me on more" for such a serious man he is very flirty in the wrong place like this.

"oh please you make me sick," I said in the most disgusting tone, I had no intention to be sidetrack. he moved closer to me my sword pointed to his chest "don't you move an inch closer"

"feisty little beauty are we," he said with a smirk

"..... Let's see how you dance then," he said instantly his form changed, out of nowhere his sword strike but luckily I dodge, with an evil smile present on his lips. I could feel all calmness went away

"let's dance you fucking leach" without giving him a chance to respond I strike.

We fought for what seems like hours knowing it was just a couple of minutes. I got to say he was pretty good in his fighting form

"I think we are fighting as equal, isn't this charming" my heart whispered

I quickly hit him with the sword which he dodges I fake a right strike with my fist which he completely blocked but without him knowing I swift his foot from under him earning him to fall on his back.

I take the opportunity to place a foot on his chest with my sword pointed to his face "you look pissed did I make the poor baby upset" I said while smirking at the ridiculous look on his face, rising my sword high.

"Any last word"

"I'm enjoying this position very nicely"

My face morphed in disgust intent of my anger, without thinking bringing my sword back down wanting to take his head.

But I couldn't move, time seemed to have frozen my blade in mid-air, looking down again I saw that he had disappeared.

"looking for me, love"

he held my hand with the sword held towards my throat, looking into his eyes I felt light-headed hearing his soft words I blocked out

"see? love I always get what's mine."

The last words I heard before blacking out.