Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 653: Eyes Full Of Madness

Do note that from when forth, this flashback takes a gory, dark and twisted turn. Read at your own peril. Not suitable for those below eighteen.

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As soon as Azula finished devouring the heart, a sharp pain sliced through her abdomen, causing her to wail loudly. The sound was animalistic, echoing through the now silent cell.

Doubling over, she clenched her stomach tightly as nausea overwhelmed her. Then, with a violent heave, she began to expel everything she had consumed, blood and flesh mingling together and splattering onto the ground in a grotesque display.

Just when Azula thought she was done, another wave of nausea hit her, and she involuntarily retched once more. This time, a sizable chunk of the heart she had consumed came back up, followed by a belch of relief at the end. Finally, the ordeal seemed to pass, leaving Azula feeling drained but strangely relieved.

She lay on her back, gazing up at the ugly, dirtied ceiling of her cell, her tattered outfit soaked in blood. The gruesome scene around her, including the corpse of the dark Fae nearby with a gaping hole in his chest, didn’t faze her in the slightest.

She was a creature of death, pain, gore, and blood, after all—a fact she accepted with chilling indifference. Azula had long grown accustomed to the brutality of her existence, finding solace in the chaos that surrounded her.

Having not fed in five years, Azula had acted impulsively the moment she had the opportunity to indulge. Instead of heeding caution and taking it slow, she succumbed to

her hunger-fueled frenzy, devouring without restraint. Her body, unaccustomed to nourishment after years of deprivation, rebelled against the sudden influx of sustenance.

Much like the human body, Azula’s demon form required a gradual reintroduction to sustenance after such a prolonged period of deprivation. Soft, digestible food taken at intervals would have eased her transition back to nourishment. But Azula had ignored such considerations, giving in to her bloodlust with reckless abandon.

Feeding voraciously and tearing into the heart, a particularly tough delicacy to digest, had proved too much for her system to handle. The result was a violent reaction, her body rejecting the influx of food in a visceral display of expulsion.

But Azula saw no other option, consequences be damned. She needed the strength that came from feeding, despite the inevitable toll on her stomach. The surge of power coursing through her veins was worth it, a big difference compared to her weakened state just moments before..

Time was of the essence. Although the dark Fae may have acted alone, he was still Benjamin’s second in command, and it wouldn’t be long before his absence was noticed. Azula knew she had to act swiftly before they came searching for him. Before she was overpowered. She would not repeat her mistake a second time.

Azula was determined to end everything tonight. The dark Faeries would bear witness to the wrath of a scorned demon. She would make sure this place turned crimson with the blood of her enemies.

With that, Azula was up on her feet and finally, she escaped the solitary confinement she had been kept in for five years. The first feel of fresh air on her face nearly brought tears to her eyes and Islinda, a silent spectator unconsciously smiled at her reaction. She knew her pain. She knew how much Azula had longed for the freedom and together, they reveled in the moment.

But not for too long. She has come to fulfill her purpose.

Azula began to move, swiftly blending with the darkness, not that it could offer much protection since Fae could see clearly in the darkness. But as a creature of the dark, Azula felt most comfortable in it.

The dark Fae hideout was like a tight-knit community in the middle of a thick forest. Before her capture, Azula was well aware of the war between the light and dark Faeries. Azula was well aware of the ongoing war between the two factions. Benjamin’s deal with her kind, an equally strong yet mischievous demon, had granted him power, but at a steep cost—the mark of damnation, branding them as outcasts among their own kind. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Now hunted by their own kind, they were viewed as abominations that needed to be eradicated to restore balance to the natural order. Such unnatural powers in the hands of lunatics, had to be returned to the earth. They had to die. Just the favor she was about to grant them. She bet the light Faeries would forever be grateful to her.

The community consisted of small, functional houses, each designed to meet their basic needs while remaining hidden from the outside world. Until Benjamin achieved his twisted dream of world domination, they would likely remain in this state of seclusion.

Azula wasted no time in changing out of her tattered clothes into something cleaner and more suitable for the task at hand. There would be no time for bathing and looking presentable; she was about to bring chaos and bloodshed to the land. As she finished adjusting the stolen dress she had acquired, she felt a weapon pressing into her back, and a voice behind her demanded, "What are you doing out here at this time of night?"

Azula stiffened, not out of fear, but she was tense with excitement. Finally, she has found her first victim to kick-start her carnage. Well, not really the first, but the second lucky victim — the first one already lay dead in her prison. How poetic, she laughed mentally. Azula had gone mad with the need for vengeance.

With a twisted smile of pure malice, Azula spun around without warning and launched herself at the Fae with stunning speed, catching him off guard just as he opened his mouth to speak. The only sound that escaped him was a gurgling gasp as Azula sliced his throat open with her sharp claws.

The Fae dropped to his knees in the sand, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and terror, reaching desperately for his throat in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding. He would eventually heal from the wound, but that was not Azula’s intention. She wanted him dead.

So she retrieved the sword that had slipped from his hand and swung it with precision, slicing the Fae’s head clean from his shoulders. His face remained frozen in a mask of horror as it tumbled to the dirt with a dull thud. Azula twirled the weapon in her hand, testing its weight and balance.

With little time to spare, she found herself drawn to the efficiency of this method of killing. Her eyes gleamed with madness as she set off in search of her next victim.