Azreal watched the man cry like a helpless child, sweat and blood covering his face, with his hand still on the knife, the King twisted it sideways making the man jerk in pain.
"I-I would not. Please I beg of you, f--forgive me." James whispered, his voice hoarse and thick.
Azreal pulled the knife out roughly, placing it back on the tray. "I want to know why you did it, and even after you learnt, my guest was poisoned by an unknown person, you still refused to speak up." He said.
The man swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-i made a grieve mistake, I was not thinking right. It will never happen again." James pleaded.
The King pressed his hands on his thighs staring at the man in front of him, "I will make sure it never happens again James, I will kill you and end your pathetic life." His voice darkened.
Realizing what the King had said, James's eyes widened, filled with fear and terror. "Y-your can not do that, I told you I will change." He screamed, saliva flying from his mouth.
"You are wrong James I can do whatever I wish, you have committed treason against the Crown of Valeria and you will be punished accordingly." Azreal said.
"I-i." James opened his mouth to speak but, closed his lips.
"You caused this upon yourself James, I do wish I could feel sorry, but unfortunately for you, I feel nothing for you." Azreal said, his tone calm and collected.
James let out a sigh and raised his head to look up to the dark ceiling. Azreal picked up the knife from the tray and pressed it against the man's neck, cutting through his skin.
His eyes rolled to the back as he thrashed heavily, blood gushing down from his open wound, soaking his clothes wet. It did not take long for his body to go limp, the cell going immediately silent and still.
Azreal sighed, placing the knife back on the tray and picked up a cloth to wipe the blood off his hands. "Take the body away." He said to the guard standing beside Sevastian as he walked towards the door.
"What about the other guard Your Majesty?" Sevastian asked, his eyes moving to the look at the King.
"We let him be for now, I will decide what to do with him later, what cell is the lady of night held in?" Azreal asked, adjusting the gloves on his hands.
"She is in one of the ten cells at the other hallway." Sevastian replied.
"Shall we?"
Sevastian, Azreal and a guard made their way to the cell which was also as dark as that of the guards. The door opened widely and there was the woman resting on the chair, her arms and legs held tightly to the chair.
Her face scrunched together a bit as the light flashed on her face, she opened her eyes slowly adjusting them to her surroundings. A slow smile graced her face as she moved her eyes between Sevastian and Azreal.
"If it isn't the mighty King himself." She said, mockery lacing her voice.
Azreal returned her smile, as he moved closer to her, crouching in front of her, his eyes roamed her body from her swollen lips to her broken fingers which were facing an unnatural position. "You are right Rose, I am the mighty King." He replied, his tone calm and collected.
Rose scoffed loudly, "Your ego is nauseating."
"Is it? I never noticed it." Azreal replied, his hand moved to her hair, touching a few strands of it. "Who did you work for?" He asked.
"I already told your four eyed dog that I work for no one." She narrowed her eyes at Azreal." Ah, do you think because I am a woman, It must be impossible for me to be this intelligent?"
"Not at all, I am just confused why you would be so foolish to cross me. Where did you get this from?" Azreal's eyes moved to the tattoo on her wrist.
"How everyone else gets a tattoo Your Majesty?" She said sarcastically, flashing them a toothy smile.
Azreal chuckled darkly, "We have to fix that sharp tongue of yours." He uttered calmly.
"Fuck you bastard, you think yourself as mighty and all powerful, I can not wait for the day when you are brought to your knees and everything you love is taken from you. Then, you would realize you are nothing." Rose screamed angrily at Azreal's face.
Azreal's smile broadened, "Fortunately for you, you would not be alive to see that day." Even though the woman's words were vile, the King kept his calm not hinting even a little whether her words got to him or not.
"I do not care, as long as I am certain that day would come, I would rest perfectly in hell, where I would be waiting for you." Rose smiled, her teeth covered in blood.
"I like your boldness. One last question Rose, what did the Lady do to you? Why did you plan on killing her?" Azreal asked.
Rose chuckled, "Just as I suspected, the mighty King has fallen for a human, a slave, a whore."
"I do not to repeat myself Rose." Azreal's voice darkened, he was getting tired of playing nice.
"Fuck you!" Rose spat.
His black long claw grew from his fingers, Azreal placed his hand on hers and dug his nails into her hand before pulling it, cutting her skin.
Rose's face began to grow red, the veins on her neck and face bulged. "I hope you die." She whispered.
"I can not die." Azreal smiled, digging deeper into her hand making her scream in pain, series of curses escaped her lips.
"Ahhhh!," Rose cried out, then switched into an insane laughter which filled the room. She stopped suddenly moving her face closer to Azreal's. "He will find her, fuck her before your eyes and slit her thin neck ,and there would be nothing you would be able to do about it." Rose spat in anger.