"That," he pointed the dagger he was holding with his left hand to the cliff where the bridge is hanging on, "was a black dragon, Princess Disgrace," the way he's calling me made even more profoundly annoyed than I already was. "It was the hugest dragon I ever motherfucking saw in my life, and I've seen late Empress' when she came to post 888 when I was a child, it was bigger than her golden one."
Somehow, the way he didn't offend mother why talking about her made me soften, it made me realize he isn't trying to offend me, but simply calling me by the title they input on me, Grace the Disgraceful, also Disgrace, a bloody play with my name. "I know," I cocked an eyebrow. "So? What's your point, Katos?"
"My point is that, that beast came out of Gods-know-where, directly to the existence of you, Princess Disgrace. We all saw, it was big enough to be seen from Draki Mountain to the Arkhane Cliff," he motioned to where we're standing. "You didn't fully fall, it caught you, it saved you, it took you back to the bridge safely, and it kept guard on you, it stood under you so you wouldn't fall. What the fuck? We have no idea of what that dragon is, where it came from, what is capable of!"
"I do," I stared at my broken nails.
"You do?" He growled from behind me, and Katos glared at him lethally.
My first instinct was to grab my daggers, but then I remembered they had fallen down the vale when I was hanging on the damned cable. But to my surprise, Katos the Psycho, handed me one of his sharp curved daggers, that look a bit like crescent moons, without me even saying a thing or exchanging looks. I ain't stupid to refuse that in front of this grade A bastard, so, I took it gladly, already liking the psycho a lot more, especially when he seems to also dislike the Velothren spawn.
But when I turned to face Marvor, he had two blades on his hand, ready to avoid my attack and my gaze turned into a glare as I looked up, finding his damn moondust silver eyes set on me, "Are you wishing for death, mate?"
"You're not going to kill me, you love your siblings too much for that!" His words spread dread into my veins and I forced the blade against his. "Angry?"
"Let's see if you won't be after I do to you, what your family did to me!"
His eyes darkened, "Torture with my father or the sex with my brother?"
I snapped, throwing Katos blade far from my reach, I grabbed his by the blade, cutting my hands and drowning blood but taking them off him and throwing them away, then, I jumped over the tall bastard, wrapping my legs around his waist and punched his left cheekbone hard, then again, and again, and again, with such violance that we fell on the ground, him under and me above him. But I couldn't care about anything else, I punched him with both my hands as I'm dominant in both, anger consuming me. When I realized he wasn't fighting back, I got angrier.
"Fight back!" I screamed at him, rage spilling from every word. "Fight-"
Shadows gripped my wrists, halting my moving and not letting me keep punching him, a magic I know all too fucking well, one that runs in his blood. They gripped me so hard, I gasped. "You're weak," he growled, "that's why you lost all that you had, all that was precious to you, you were weak and couldn't fight back even when you had your magic, even when you were the heiress of that bloodline." When he opened his eyes, they were black, "You are nothing as you are now, no more than a walking disgrace, the reminder of a bloodline you doomed. And,"
I hit my forehead on his all my strength, making him flinch enough so the shadows would release me, then I gave a hard slap on his left cheek and stood up, only to kick him in the dick. "If you use magic, you can't back your shit up," my voice was lowered than before. "Using magic in a hand to hand combat, is cowardly and disgusting, especially when you know that my magic is blocked, because of your family. And I will not say a word of what I know about that fucking dragon, you can all go fuck yourselves trying to learn shit, and fail miserably, because that is one of the informations that only I have, past the ones your father, your brother, and that backstabbing little motherfucking councilors, tortured me to get."
He glared up at me and I glared down at him back.
"You don't know what power is, Marvor Velothren, you have no idea. If you think you're strong, just because you're huge, and sculpted in muscles, and you may have a monstrous dragon, and be in a high regard up here, or what-the-fuck-ever, it doesn't mean you're strong. Your shadow magic," I pointed to his hands, trying to be fucking rational and not show how he fucking hurt me with what he said, "is overpowering compared to 99% of the others, but it got nothing on me, it got nothing on my bloodline, it got nothing on the fact, that we, Madalverel were born from magic, you lowly humans may use magic throughout your life that you awaken as kids, while my kind is born magical."
As he stood, face wounded and bleeding but still infuriatingly beautiful, I glared up at him, as the piece of shit had the audacity to glare down at me.
"Just because that little rebel father of yours turned Emperor after he and his treatcherous little bunch usurped my crown, it doesn't mean shit, just as it does not changes the fact that you are not chosen by the heavens, you are not chosen by magic, by the land, because the land only recognizes my blood as the ruling one. You call yourself a Prince, but you are not, you will never be more than a low born who clings to his daddy's shady sociopathic little conquer. Nevil, yes, he can call himself a Prince, even if it's a fake title that does not belongs to him, because he took part in the usurpation, they only got there because he got the key from me."
Pointing my right index to him, I pressed it on his torso, once and twice.
"You are nothing," I hissed, "you are weak, not me. My magic is blocked because of what I was forced to go through, because my body was intoxicated with negative empty matter for so long that I now overflow with that in my veins instead of magic, I am more immortal than any of my siblings, my mother, or ancestors had ever been, my soul now sings a song that's impossible to be heard by foolish and lowly little humans who think they are more than nothing, such as yourself. But like all of them, you're wrong, you are weak, so weak you cannot even see it."
"The kind of power that I have, simply dormant for the moment inside of me, Marvor Velothren, is something you cannot even fucking begin to grasp, and when I awaken it all again," I took a step closer to him, "you will pay for how you are shitting from those pretty lips of yours, about something you think you know from what you've heard. Because all you've got are stories from my life, you were not there, you have no idea what actually happened, none of you here do, and still you keep shitting through your mouth as if your butthole was upside down. You will pay for using my baby siblings against me, for controlling me by holding them captive, because I will remember and I will delay the punishment you deserve."
"You think you're anything compare to me?" My lips curled in a vicious grin, dripping with poison. "I am the Imperial Crowned Princess and one day, I will collect the dept your family owns me, I will kill your daddy, I will kill your brother, I will kill your mother so she won't avenge them, and I'll make you watch them dying and rejoice in the suffering you will go through, the same way they did to me, and only then, will I kill you, Marvor, so you will understand what happened by experiencing it like I did. Your claim on the throne will remain fake for as long as any Madalverel remain alive, because your daddy failed in killing me, because he is weak and I am eternal for as long as I don't mate, and I won't."
"Which brings us to your eventual doom. Your family sits on the Imperial throne, but that throne and that crown belong to me, they were made to be used by me, there are secrets to rule the land that only I know for I am the rightful heiress to the throne, to the Empire, to this magical land. That little rebellion won't make it through a decade, so," I pushed my finger on his torso again, "enjoy my house for as long as you can, because I will remain, I will get out of here, I will survive, I will find my siblings, I will get their memory back, I will bring my clan back to its rightful place, and I'll do it by bathing myself in the blood of the Velothren, and you, baby boy, will be my dessert after I'm done with them, I'll enjoy killing you."
"And when I get out of here, I will be on a dragon, and if I'm lucky and favored by the Gods and magic, as I am, I will get that black dragon for myself, I will ride him and I will burn everyone who betrayed my bloodline, everyone who rejoiced with our fall, with theirs deaths, with my grief and the unjust punishment that I got from your family simply because I loved a boy, who groomed me, used me, broke me, stole my innocence away, took everything from me, and threw the blame at my hands. If that means 98% of the Empire, then I'll burn them to ashes of nothingness and wipe the records that claim that they one day existed at all, so maybe then, they will understand a fraction of the raging agony that I have been drowning in since I was 15. It's a promise and I never break them, Velothren!"