136 - Darkest Secret

A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.1***

"How did you do it when you're supposed to be dead?"

The Mistress of Death wiped her tears and composed herself. Prince Izaac went to her side and gave her a chair to sit in. Then, he gave her a glass of water. She faced the Prince and her people with her unending grace and attitude.

"When I was Blackened by her curses, everyone thought I died but I didn't. Moments after I gave birth to her, time stopped and my sweet boy Astaroth came. My vision is blurry---everything was blurry but I know, that figure, that walk, that silent approach, was my estranged boy. And he told me, "Mommy, prepare to sleep for a very, very long time." And I blacked out."

Lord Feryzen placed a chair before the Mistress of Death for Prince Valerian. Prince Maximilien stood beside his brother with his arms crossed, serious and attentive as they listen and comprehend their grandmother's story.

"Her Blackening curse is like a shell to me. I am awake, I could hear the noises but I couldn't see. I couldn't move. They put me in a glass coffin and built an altar for me in the Heart Palace. There, they would visit me. And I would hear. I heard all of it."

"I wanted to break free but I don't know how. You have no idea... About how much I wanted to break free from that case and make things right. I wanted to save my girl. My sweet girl... While I was inside, I noticed about my Core regenerating. Her curse...was healing me. When I was back into shape, that's when the curse started to wear off. And everything was gone... Everything... Everyone..."

She tightly closed her eyes to keep her tears from falling. Prince Izaac knelt beside her; he hold her hands tight to tell her that he's there. On the other hand, the King was silently 'sulking' as his black tears fall.

"My memories are still hazy, but I know what I did. I reunited with Izaac and Davorin, and my sweet Astaroth is nowhere to be found. There's no telling if she had killed him and his family or not. They never showed up. And then... I-I wanted to see her but I was afraid. I could only watch my sweet Princess from afar."

She stopped for a while to recollect her memories.

"At first, our plan was to find Astaroth and work with him to turn back time. I can, Izaac can---but we had never truly exercised that power. Astaroth's powers were sealed but we had a plan prepared for that. However, there were no traces of them. More than half of the world was already destroyed, that's why our search should've been made easy. Still, we can't find them, so we made more plans. We exchanged ideas on how we're going to save our sweet girl, until he came."

"Who?"

The Mistress of Death breathe in.

"The Crown Prince of Axeore, the fourth Emperor of Heart, Ambrose Axeore."

"Stupid Ambren's Daddy!?"

Prince Valerian glared at his brother, and Prince Maximilien never knew that there will be a time that he will be afraid of him.

"It was after their divorce. I don't know the details of it, but he's the one who filed for it. Not because he love her no more, but because he loves her so much that he wanted to do the impossible. Therefore, I, Izaac, Davorin, and Emperor Ambrose worked altogether to do it. We can wield Time Magic but we are afraid to use it; so, we created This Side. Davorin lost his life to create this illusion and the Emperor used his Bloodline to warp its reality. There, I used my Bloodline to create. I created life. I brought everyone back to life---I brought everything back to what it is---Brought everything back to the time the world is yet to welcome our arrival. It was draining me, all that work. Izaac stepped in and sustained me with essence as I create."

"We thought it was that simple. The only loss we suffered was Davorin's life, but it's still our win because he's alive in This Side. And like I said, it was not that simple. This Side needed sustenance to keep it together. While they're discussing about what to do, I left to sacrifice all I had left to make This Side stand permanently. Izaac caught wind of what I wanted to do and did it. My eldest who's been sleeping with one eye open all his life, my eldest who had always been careful, my eldest who never truly showed his potential, sacrificed 70% of his full potential for the permanence of This Side. And he lost his life from the draining experience. The Izaac of This Side could only use the other 30% as his 100% after that sacrifice and he can still do greater things with that. I'm so proud of you, my son."

Prince Izaac nodded and kissed his mother's hands. The Mistress of Death cupped his face and kissed his forehead.

Prince Maximilien bitterly scoffed with his eyes rolling, "See, that's favoritism. No wonder Mommy loves Zodiac, too."

"Perhaps, and your counterpart is your Uncle Astaroth. I wonder what will make you drive away and be gone just like him," the Mistress of Death returned with sass that the Prince can't reciprocate.

"How dare you, old hag!"

"MAXIMILIEN." Prince Valerian sternly uttered while glaring his luminous moon eyes at his brother, "Shut your trap."

The Third Prince could only gasp. Emperor Maxism picked him up before he make things worse.

"What happened to the Fourth Emperor then? What happened next?" Prince Valerian.

Mistress DEATH massaged her aching head.

"We were pursued. By the churchmen, then her imperial knights, and then by Thandr. Thandr made it to us first. Ambrose encased us in an invisibility barrier. Then... I don't know but Thandr scolded his son and wanted to bring him back home. Next were the Imperial Knights. A war broke out and it got worse when the Churchmen arrived. I can't...remember anymore. When I crossed the Wall before sealing it completely, I merged with myself to This Side---"

"It's enough. Mom, don't push yourself too hard. It's enough," Prince Izaac refrained her when her expression looked more pained.

"No. Something is strange. My memories... They're splitting into two---"

"You must be under the influence of Reality Warping," Lord Feryzen, "Between the father and son, who brainwashed you? It's obvious that one of them is trying to hide something. Maybe it's the knight's deed; so, why don't we ask the Emperor who outlived the others and all?"

All eyes panned to Emperor Ohms.

He smirked and wiped the blood on his face.

"No. I would not cooperate with you." He fixed his clothes and comb his messy hair back, still smirking at them playfully.

"Why would I do that? What's the purpose of magic then if you can't use it? Dumb freaks."

He turned his back around, head looking back, "All of you are able, experienced even, yet you are still lacking? Pathetic."

"Why won't you? Are you hiding something from us?" Prince Valerian.

"Son, just... We need to be enlightened. Let's put an end to this mess once and for all."

Emperor Ohms shook his head and went on.

Prince Valerian looked up to Lord Feryzen and gave him a nod. The Lord bowed and teleported behind the Emperor. He stopped.

"What do you think you're doing?" He sternly asked him in the tone of warning, but the Lord is only looking at the Prinsiaze and waiting for him.

"You people should get used to this. In case you're too slow to pick it up, I will tell you directly,"

The Prinsiaze jumped off his chair and began taking his steps to the Emperor, who couldn't move an inch because Lord Feryzen is stepping and standing on his shadow.

"I am serious when it comes to my Mommy because I am one of her walls. Hurt her, but you have to go through us first. From Ambren, to Ivailo, to Maximilien, then I, and lastly, Kuya Zoddy. I doubt you'd even get past Ambren, though. Don't mistake my size for ignorance, or even in the sense that I am too young to meddle in any of this. You may be a husband to her, but the ones in control of the absolute power and authority here are us: the Princes."

The Prinsiaze took the form of his adult self when he's finally in front of the Emperor. Lord Feryzen went down to his knees immediately, bowing his head and honoring his grace.

It was too much for everyone. The pressure and intimidation was; he's giving off something greater than the Ki'zaar's soothing and approachable presence. The Prinsiaze's was neither. It must be from his mother.

The Ki'zaar felt it. It woke him from his nap and looked at the Palace, worried.

"It seems to me that you're challenging me. I am the Second Prince and you know my name. I am a dragon who can create; and your refusal to cooperate offended me. Because if you truly love our mother, unless you're keeping secrets, you wouldn't fail to help us. So, show us,"

The Prinsiaze's eyes and the ancient markings on his body pulsed; and in every glowing pulse, it gleam brighter and brighter until they are red.

"Show us the darkest secret in your heart."

A magic circle appeared below them and on the Emperor's chest. Soon, the memory of Emperor Ohms's darkest secret flashed before their very own eyes in third person.

It was very dark.

The place is dark.

The only source of light was the faint moonlight outside. The breeze is cool, sweeping the curtains gently. Then-Lord Ohms silently moved in the dark, entering the bedroom through the balcony. With light steps, he approached the bed.

"Watts," he whispered as he stand beside the bed, "Watts, wake up. I have news for you." He placed his hand on the blanket and pulled it away gently, only to be taken aback when he did not see his brother. Instead, his fingers brushed against soft pillows arranged to mimic a body.

The Empress, embracing the pillows thinking it's the Emperor, moved. Lord Ohms stepped back and began to sneak away. His brother is not in their room, then he's probably in his office to work and handle Imperial matters.

Only for the Empress to get up when she noticed that the other side were nothing but soft pillows.

"My Lord?"

Lord Ohms froze.

Empress Azarese rubbed her eyes and looked at the silhouette of the man standing near the balcony. When he did not answer her call, it made her cry.

"M-My Lord, did I do something wrong? Why are you not responding? Are you leaving me?"

She threw the blanket aside and ran to him. She tightly locked her arms around the Lord's body, trembling.

"What did I do? I thought we are fine? I thought we're okay? What did I do? Are you leaving me? Please don't leave me. I love you. I love you!"

Lord Ohms looked up and closed his eyes. He touched the Empress's hands; with gentle force, he tried removing them but the Empress was naturally stronger and persisted. She cried harder. And the louder it gets, the louder and faster his heartbeat gets.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath and turned around to face the Empress.

And he was mesmerized. There's another source of light in this room and it was her. The Empress is glowing: literally and golden.

The Empress buried her face on his chest, sobbing.

"Please don't leave me, Lord Watts. I love you. I love you so much. I love you very much. I love you!"

Lord Ohms ignored everything she said and cupped her face. He wiped her tears. The Empress feel his touch.

"Shhh..."

Her cries went low until she's silent. She opened her eyes---so the Emperor closed them again by kissing her. His muscles contracted from their warming contact. He couldn't handle it anymore. He can't deny it anymore---he can't resist her anymore.

He picked her up and brought her back to their bed. The Empress blushed when he pinned her hands over her head.

"Keep your eyes closed," he ordered her, and the Empress obediently did so. Tightly.

"Please k-kiss me more..." The Empress asked shyly and wrapped her legs around his waist, driving the Lord delirious and humped on her.

They undressed each other. Their naked bodies worked together to create a heated rhythm. Empress Azarese loved every second of it. The pleasure he's giving her and the idea that her husband is pleasing her kindly.

"L-Lord Watts---Hnnngh... Stop... Haaa! I-I'm---"

Lord Ohms pushed her lower belly down as the fingers of his other hand move faster. Empress Azarese grabbed on the blanket and pulled it to bite it. She opened her legs wider and the Lord went down to lick her.

He left her hanging to position himself between her legs. He pulled her down by the edge of the bed, holding on her waist tight. Empress Azarese whimpered when he started to push his size inside her.

"I-It hurts. Please be gentle, My Lord."

Lord Ohms kissed and licked her neck, responding, "Shhh. Relax. I'm gentle,"

Empress Azarese locked him in her arms, kissing him wildly. Torridly.

It left her mouth open when he pushed all his length deeply in her. It drove him crazy from how tightly she grips around his manhood. It's sucking him in and he could feel her contractions inside. It feels so good. It just feel so good. He never feel that good.

"Fuck."

Lord Ohms kissed the Empress again to shut her up as he start to ram her. Their moans were muffled, only they could hear. Their deep breaths, their gasps, their sighs, and even the noises of their flesh. Every push was deep and hard and every pull was rough.

He turned her around and placed a pillow under her hips. He spread her behind apart and positioned himself behind her, keeping her legs together. He roughly pushed himself in her. The Empress whimpered. She liked it.

Lord Ohms's head fell back. The pleasure is too good to not enjoy. He's heaving deep breaths. It's leaving him breathless. Then, he pinned his body against the Empress's back. He moved even faster. The Empress cried from the pleasure she's getting. Her mind is blank. He's fucking her senselessly.

"M-My L...Love... Hmmp! Hmmmp! Please, slow... Slower---Hnnngh, I'm cumming!"

Lord Ohms licked her tears and smirked. He put his fingers in her mouth to play her tongue. The other is squeezing her breasts.

"You're so beautiful, Elyzena. You will be mine."

Empress Azarese curled her toes and folded her legs back. Her walls tightened. Lord Ohms bit his lower lip as he knew that she will soon cum again. She tightly held on the sheets, holding it back.

"Cum, love. Squirt."

With that tease, the Empress's golden eyes rolled back. The Lord cum next in her womb, burying his manhood deep in her. Her juices were warm and lovely. She's squirting while he's still inside her. Very beautiful. Everything about the Empress is beautiful.

"Hnngh... I'm so embarrassed... It's not pee... I'm sorry---"

Lord Ohms pulled her hair back. It made her gasp; he kissed her slowly.

"Want more?"

Empress Azarese slowly opened her eyes. Still, he couldn't see his face but she knew it's her husband.

"Yes... I want your babies. Please give me your babies, My Lord. Pump me. Fill me."

Lord Ohms couldn't believe her vulgarity.

"You're a bad girl."

Then he claimed her in another position.

Nobody knows, but when the Empress conceived the child, its father was two. Half of it was Watts Xirquit's and the other was his brother's, Ohms. The child was no other than the first Prince, Prince Zodiac Astrophel Nikolai.

That was the Emperor's darkest secret. His greatest sin but also his greatest pleasure. He slept with his brother's wife and gave her a son, who is also his brother's.