Chapter 39 - Twisted dreams

Blood escaped from the corner of Sebastian's mouth as he drank from the glass. The female servant who had cut herself and poured her blood into a glass had just left the room leaving the king to his demented thoughts. His thoughts dwelled on Mirabelle for a while before it shifted to the humans he wanted to punish, Irvington's friends. He wanted to quickly do away with those peasants so he could focus on his plans about Mirabelle for he was curious and somehow found himself interested in the human girl. He decided to give Irvington's friends a little scare before they get punished on the scaffold in the square. Considering the kind of creature he was, he could invade people's dreams and turn them into nightmares. A predator characteristic. He knew very well the kind of power he wielded, part of which was the reason he was king. He didn't even have to be actively present in the person's dream state but from where he was, he could twist and turn whatever fairytale the person was dreaming about into a spine chilling nightmare and if the person wasn't even dreaming about something good in the first place, then it would end up being a nerve wracking terror for the person.

He gently placed the glass on the marble table beside him and he cracked his knuckles as if preparing himself for what he was about to do. Which was practically reigning terror on the fragile minds of three repulsive men who knew not how to control the organ that dangled between their thighs.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the room and materialized in one of his victims room. James Yorkshire. If a human was present in the king's room they would have had their heart rolling out of their mouth because of how quickly the king vanished from his room and immediately appeared here without having to chant incoherent words like the witches do. Sebastian took out his pocket watch, it was almost midnight, the perfect time to execute his plan. He stared down at James Yorkshire who was a fish merchant and a wicked smile danced on his lips. They were foolish! Irvington's friends were foolish! After seeing what happened to Irvington and knowing they were connected to it, they should have been on their heels. Running away from Denver as fast as they could because punishment was bound to get to them even though not immediately but eventually. It has been a few days since Irvington died and it was enough time to flee to another kingdom but they didn't. Did they actually think the king was merciful? Or even sane when it came to humans?.

Sebastian was masked by the darkness in the room. He walked around for a while, the room was big but not nearly as big as the castle's kitchen.

A creaking sound emanated from the wooden floor as Sebastian walked around. The candles were already off but a small wisp of smoke danced around the tip of the candle, indicating that it wasn't very long that it was put off.

He paused his steps as his eyes fell on the woman James was holding on to. Being that the woman was sleeping in James's house and furthermore his bed, Sebastian was certain that was James' wife. The men never take their mistresses home unless on rare occasions. They spend the night with their mistresses in brothels or at their friends house if they are allowed.

Sebastian felt disgusted as he stared at James. The man and his wife were fast asleep, holding on to each other like someone would sneak up on them in the middle of the night and try to pull them away from each other. He glanced at James' wife and realized how unfortunate she was to marry someone like James. Without wasting much time, he peeked into the mind of James and saw the dream the man was having. In the dream, James was a very wealthy man, one of the wealthiest in Denver. He went to bars how ever he liked and bedded as many women he wanted. To James in the dream, he was living "THE LIFE". Sebastian clicked his tongue as he saw the kind of dream the man was having and with a snap of his finger, the dream went South. He could stay in his castle and still twist their dreams but he preferred watching how the still expression on their face slowly turns to a disturbed expression and a one of discomfort. He gained joy from it.