The moment was deafening, and the atmosphere grew heavier with each passing second. Lamia's midnight blue eyes glowed golden, their hue deepening like molten fire, as he glared at the cowering fools before him. His hand trembled with raw power, and a green light surged from his fingertips, illuminating his wrath. The once-dignified judge, who lay crumpled on the ground, convulsed violently with a blood-curdling scream that reverberated through the village.
The sound was monstrous, primal, and unbearable. His bones cracked grotesquely, bending at unnatural angles as if a cruel force was puppeteering his body. His arms twisted and snapped, his neck contorting in ways no human could survive. The man writhed on the ground like a snake, his agonized screams blending with the horrified gasps of the villagers. He gagged and choked, blood pouring from his mouth, but it didn't end there. Lamia's gaze burned with cold malice, his lips curling into a twisted smile as he watched the man's intestines forcefully regurgitate from his mouth, spilling onto the dirt like grotesque ribbons of decay.
The judge's body suddenly burst apart with a thunderous splatter, bits of flesh raining down like a macabre storm. Rotting chunks of meat oozing with maggots landed around the trembling villagers, filling the air with the stench of death. The sight was horrifying—like the remains had been decaying for weeks instead of mere moments. The villagers froze in terror, their knees pressing hard against the damp earth as they gawked at their prince with disbelief and fear.
Lamia's steps echoed ominously as he walked toward the group, each footfall a chilling reminder of their impending doom. His golden eyes burned with fury, his presence suffocating and deathly cold. Stopping just a breath away from the quivering villagers, his voice sliced through the silence like a blade.
"If you raised a hand against Hadrain, step forward," Lamia demanded, his tone venomous and laced with disdain. "If not... let's just say your suffering will double."
None of them dared to move. Their wide, pleading eyes begged for mercy, but Lamia's gaze was unrelenting. He saw no remorse in them—only cowardice. His hatred deepened as he realized the weight of his own guilt. This is my fault, he thought bitterly. If I hadn't ignored Hadrain, if I hadn't been so obsessed with finding a place to belong, he'd still be alive.
The dam of his emotions broke, tears streaming freely down his face. "I left him... I abandoned him. My only companion, my only friend..." His voice cracked, the pain too raw to conceal. "And now he's gone."
A sudden surge of rage overtook him. Lamia's eyes darkened, turning pitch-black, and the skies above mirrored his fury. The once-blue heavens morphed into an ominous shade of crimson, and thick, viscous blood began raining from the sky. The eerie phenomenon sent shockwaves throughout the kingdom, reaching as far as the royal palace, where Queen Fiona stared out her window in disbelief.
"Blood rain?" she whispered, clutching the edge of her gown. A servant burst into the room, panting heavily.
"Your Highness, the entire kingdom is covered in it. It's pouring heavily!"
Queen Fiona's heart sank. This was no ordinary storm—it was a harbinger of calamity. Meanwhile, back in the village, Lamia remained untouched by the crimson downpour. The villagers weren't so fortunate; they were drenched and trembling, their fear mounting with every drop that fell.
Lamia's piercing scream shattered the tension. "AAAAHHH!" A blinding light erupted from his body, engulfing the villagers. They clutched their throats, gagging as thick, black blood spewed from their mouths. Their screams were deafening, their faces contorting in agony as their insides seemed to rot away.
Yet, amidst the carnage, a soft, familiar voice broke through the chaos.
"Lamia, stop."
He froze, his body rigid. Turning slowly, his breath hitched as his golden eyes locked onto Hadrain's figure. Hadrain stood tall, his presence as commanding as ever, but something was different. His eyes glowed with an unearthly brilliance, and his aura radiated power.
"They can't kill me, Lamia," Hadrain said softly, stepping closer. "You don't have to let this madness consume you."
Tears flowed freely from Lamia's eyes as he stumbled forward, crashing into Hadrain's chest. His hands trembled as they cupped Hadrain's face, searching for proof that he was real. Overcome with relief and longing, Lamia leaned in, pressing his lips to Hadrain's in a desperate, passionate kiss.
The world seemed to fade away as their lips moved together, soft and searing at the same time. Lamia poured every ounce of his grief, love, and desperation into the kiss, his hands gripping Hadrain's shoulders as if afraid he might disappear. Hadrain responded just as fervently, his strong arms wrapping around Lamia's waist, grounding him in the moment.
Lamia pushed Hadrain back against a nearby wooden pole, the intensity of their embrace shattering it. The loud crack jolted Lamia out of his trance, and he pulled back, his golden eyes scanning Hadrain's transformed features.
"Hadrain," Lamia whispered, his voice shaking. "What... what's happening to you? Your eyes, your strength—you've changed."
Hadrain hesitated, sorrow flickering in his eyes. "Lamia, I..." He sighed deeply, knowing there was no hiding the truth any longer. "I was killed, Lamia. But my death awakened something within me. I've transformed... into a demon."
The words hit Lamia like a punch to the gut. He stumbled back, his mind reeling. "A demon?" he echoed, his voice barely audible.
As if to prove his point, Hadrain turned to face the villagers, who were still writhing in pain. Raising his hand, a dark, powerful energy swirled around him, pulling the essence from their bodies. One by one, their flesh melted away, leaving only skeletal remains. The essence flowed into Hadrain, who absorbed it with ease, his body glowing with unholy power.
Lamia could only watch in stunned silence as the villagers' screams faded into nothingness. Blood pooled at their feet, a grim testament to the massacre.
Hadrain turned back to Lamia, his once-familiar face now radiating an otherworldly beauty. "This is who I am now," he said solemnly. "But I'm still me. I still care about you, Lamia."
Lamia was dumbfounded looking shocked and beyond shaken, he couldn't believe Hadrain was a demon and the next word coming from him shocked him to the bones.
" Originally I come from hell so I am the prince of hell so I'm immortal and can't be killed by any force; like Lucifer I share the same immortality and no human and supernatural forces can kill me. I am the originator of chaos itself.....