Epilogue

Epilogue

Third person point of view

Sylvester's urgent calls sliced through the silent halls of the Volkari vampire coven's palace like the swish of a blade through the air. With each step, he could feel the weight of the news he carried growing heavier, this news was very huge and unsettling to their plans. Sylvester knew for sure that his master, the vampire king, would not be pleased with this, and that made a knot of anxiety in his chest.

The towering doors to the throne room quivered and groaned under the force of his push, announcing his presence with a thunderous echo that reverberated through the vast expanse of the chamber.

"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester called, his eyes wide with urgency and fear.

He stopped in front of Konstantine, his master and King of the vampires, sinking into a low, groveling bow that communicated the gravity of the situation.

Konstantine remained unmoved where he sat on his throne, his black robes billowing around him like the wings of a raven. He fixed his icy gaze upon Sylvester, his blood-red eyes gleaming with fury. He could sense the fear oozing off of his servant and he always enjoyed the feeling.

"What is it Sylvester?!" Konstantine sneered at Sylvester who trembled before his master, unable to find the words to speak.

Sylvester gulped down his fear, the taste of it acidic on his tongue, as the words trembled on the tip of his lips.

"Sire," he began, his voice quivering with the gravity of his confession, "The lycan wolf, Dimitri...he lives."

The words hung heavy in the air, the silence in the throne room could be felt. Konstantine's bloodthirsty eyes flashed like cold, deadly steel. He snarled, revealing pointy and deadly fangs.

"Back from the dead," Konstantine repeated, his words like venomous daggers, slashing through the fragile fabric of Sylvester's composure. "You dare to bring me such impossible news? Tell me, Sylvester, how can a dead wolf breathe again?"

The room seemed to shrink in on itself, the weight of Konstantine's anger crushing the very air around them. The vampire king's eyes bore into Sylvester, piercing his soul with a cold, merciless stare.

This was important news. The lycan Dimitri had been announced dead for days now, how was it possible that he was breathing again.

"I don't know," Sylvester repeated, his voice a desperate whisper, his hands wringing in front of him, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. "But our source is reliable. And if the lycan is back, Sire, his mere existence changes everything for our hunt."

"He is the last of his kind, the final thread in a tapestry of wolves that we have painstakingly woven into extinction. After so much time we hunted and eradicated all but one lycan." Sylvester added, picking apart what Dimitri's mere existence was a block to their agendas.

Konstantine's eyes gleamed like twin blood diamonds, his gaze focused and calculating. This was a problem for his vision. The lycan Dimitri had been a single thorn in his path for so long, but he knew he had to be careful with him. He was the one who murdered the last lycan's family before the child's eyes, his only underlying regret that night was not being able to kill the filthy lycan.

"His existence is a problem," the vampire king stated, the words flowing from his lips like poison. "A problem that can only be resolved by his death. Again." The Primordial vampire rose to his feet.

"Except for this time I will be the one making sure he is sent to clay!" He grits out furiously.

"For centuries, I managed to wipe out every pure blooded lycan, including Dimitri's parents. I will take care of him myself." He placed angrily.

Silence roamed the air, lacing it with an unknown danger.

Konstantine let out a dark, rumbling chuckle that echoed off the chamber walls. "His resurrection," he mused, "It is a challenge, isn't it?"

"Sire?" Sylvester begged, not sure what his master meant by his words. He knew for sure that his master loved playing with his prey alive. Konstantine was thousands of years old but he always lived for the thrill of his hunt, it was one of his sinister traits

"The lycan, Dimitri Castellan, will fall, and with him, the last hope for his kind. We shall descend upon their kind like a plague. We shall cleanse the world of the werewolf filth, bringing a wave of death and destruction that shall drown their packs in crimson blood." A wicked smile curled up on his lips at the mere thought of wiping out his long time enemies.

"We will usher in a new era," Konstantine declared, his voice a deadly whisper.

"One in which the Volkari coven reigns supreme and unopposed. And when it is done, when the last drop of their tainted blood has been spilled, we shall rule unchallenged." He finishes with a dangerous smirk on his pale looking face. He was the first vampire to ever exist but yet he looked ageless but was still under a curse. He could feel the dark hole in his chest growing bigger, devouring him with every second he halted his plans, he needed to get the moon goddess chosen one.

Sylvester shuddered, taking in the weight of his master's commands. This declaration was going to change the course of history for the supernatural world.

"Yes, sire," Sylvester whispered, his voice a ragged, desperate whimper. "I shall inform your son Geralt, and rally the armies all across the continent." Sylvester bowed lower, his trembling body prostrating itself before the might of his King.

"Yes, let them all know… The Blood Wars have begun!" Konstantine declared with a lifeless grin.

***Author's note***

Yess! It is finally completed.

Hope you enjoyed my little story and feel free to share your thoughts about the book and characters.

The story is far from over so stay tuned for next update... Until then, goodbye.

Cherry 🍒