A Night of Ruin

*Capítulo Dos*

The grand banquet hall of Casa Del Fiero shimmered with opulence. Velvet drapes in deep hues of crimson and gold adorned the walls, while crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden light over the gathering. The aroma of gourmet dishes and the sweet scent of exotic flowers created an atmosphere of luxury and indulgence.

Allistair entered the hall with his family by his side. His father, Alexander Vaughn Fretzellis-Rosewood, led the way, his dark suit accentuating his commanding presence. Raine Lune Rosewood-Fretzellis walked beside him in a white suit, his calm demeanor contrasting with the grandeur of the setting. Allex Xaine Fretzellis followed, her golden-streaked hair and confident stride drawing attention.

As they approached the king's table, Allistair's gaze fell on King Samael Lucian DelFierro. Samael, clad in a deep crimson suit, stood out amidst the crowd. Beside him, Victoria Veil Santillan, Samael's current lover, wore a provocative blood-red gown, her icy demeanor adding to the tension. Her presence made Allistair's lip curl in disdain.

Victoria's gaze met Allistair's with a smirk. "Well, if it isn't the prodigal son. I heard you had quite the time with Catherine Moore. Such a shame she met her end. But I suppose she wasn't cut out for the king's favor."

Allistair's eyes narrowed. "And I suppose you're here to replace her? I wouldn't be surprised if you're just another pawn in Samael's game."

Victoria's smirk widened. "Careful, Allistair. You wouldn't want to end up on the king's bad side, though I doubt it's possible for you to be any lower in his regard."

Samael's jaw clenched, and his eyes flickered with an unsettling red hue. His wolf, Morgan, was restless, the beast within him growing more agitated. The inner turmoil was apparent as Samael tried to maintain control.

**In Samael's mind, Morgan's voice was a low, guttural growl.** 

*"He taunts us, Samael. We need to assert our dominance. Don't let him get away with this."*

**Samael's voice was strained.** 

"I'm trying, Morgan. But if I push too hard, I risk losing control and making a scene."

**Lucan, Samael's beast, roared in his mind.** 

*"He's challenging us. He needs to be put in his place. We cannot let him disrespect us like this."*

**Samael's response was taut with frustration.** 

"I understand, Lucan. But we have to be careful. We can't afford to lose control here."

The king's friends, each with their own distinct pack and reputation, mingled and conversed among themselves.

Caius Knight Black, of the Nightshade Pack, known for their mastery of shadows and stealth, engaged in conversation with Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack. The Ironclad Pack was renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's gruff voice carried over the murmur of the crowd.

**Damian's voice was a low rumble.** 

"Seems the king's mood is darker than usual. Maybe he should have kept his distance from Allistair."

**Caius, with a knowing look, responded.** 

"Dangerous words, Damian. But I agree, the tension is palpable. We should be cautious."

Rowan Seres Velden from the Stormrider Pack, known for their command over weather and storm elements, nodded in agreement.

**Rowan's voice carried a hint of amusement.** 

"Let's hope the storm stays metaphorical tonight. I'd rather not deal with literal chaos."

Fierro Slater Daughenrov of the Emberheart Pack, known for their control over fire and heat, joined in with a fiery edge to his tone.

**Fierro's voice was sharp.** 

"Chaos seems inevitable with the king's temper and Allistair's defiance. It's going to be an interesting night."

**In Allistair's mind, Lilione spoke with a mixture of disdain and fury.** 

*"Morgan's presence is infuriating. His eyes are almost blood-red. I hate him for what he represents."*

**Allistair thought back with a mix of frustration and resolve.** 

"I see it too, Lilione. We need to stay composed. We can't let them provoke us."

Alexander, ever the diplomat, tried to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the brewing tension. "Let's focus on the evening's purpose. It's important for our family's standing."

Raine, in his usual calm manner, added, "Alexander, perhaps we should give Allistair a bit more understanding. He's clearly struggling with this."

Allex, ever the provocateur, grinned at Allistair. "Don't let them get to you, Zaney. Remember, the king's just a pompous fool. You look stunning, and he'll have to deal with it."

Allistair's eyes flicked back to Samael, whose eyes had briefly turned a menacing shade of red. He shook his head, convincing himself it was just the lighting. But the memory of his last confrontation with Samael—a fight sparked by Catherine Moore's betrayal—lingered. Catherine had been a spy from the Lightwalkers' witch clan, sent to gather intel and sabotage the king. Samael had executed her swiftly when he found out, but the annoying thing is Allistair knew it but he didn't warn him well Allistair was suppose to warn him when he cut him off so he let the fucker king be and Allistair had taunted him relentlessly since then, deepening their enmity.

**Lilione's voice was a dark murmur in Allistair's mind.** 

*"Morgan's presence and Samael's rage are a threat. We need to remain vigilant. We cannot allow them to provoke us."*

**Allistair's response was a mental nod.** 

"Agreed, Lilione. Let's stay focused. We'll get through this night."

As the evening progressed, the conversation among the king's friends grew darker. The guests sensed the tension, and the potential for conflict was high. Samael's frustration with Allistair was palpable, and Victoria's taunts only fueled the fire.

The night promised further confrontations and unresolved tensions, with the banquet serving as a battleground for power and rivalry.

The opulence of Casa Del Fiero's banquet hall provided a stark contrast to the chaos that

was about to erupt. The grandeur of the setting, with its crystal chandeliers and gold-trimmed décor, seemed to mock the raw tension and impending violence.

As Samael and Allistair faced

off, the atmosphere became electric with hostility. The king's friends tried to intervene, but their efforts were futile against the sheer intensity of the confrontation. The clash of their powers echoed through the hall, a violent testament to their deep-seated animosity.

Damian Slovar Sletherion, his voice urgent and strained, called out.

"Samael, stop this madness! We can't afford to let this escalate!"

Caius Knight Black, his eyes wide with concern, added. "Someone needs to put a stop to this. The banquet will be a disaster if they don't calm down!"

Rowan Seres Velden and Fierro

Slater Daughenrov attempted to physically restrain them, but their efforts were in vain as Samael and Allistair continued their brutal exchange.

Samael's eyes burned with a dangerous crimson hue, his wolf, Morgan, seething for dominance. Samael's movements were a blur of aggressive strikes and unrelenting power, each punch and kick a testament to his

rage.

Morgan's voice roared within Samael's mind.

"Tear him apart! Show him who's truly in charge!"

Lucan's growl was dark and insistent.

"We must act now. His defiance cannot be tolerated!"

Allistairs rage matched Samael's fury, his movements a fluid, deadly dance of aggression. His strikes were precise, each one aimed with lethal intent. His wolf, Lilione, roared with a mix of anger and anticipation.

Lilione's voice was fierce and

determined.

"Morgan is relentless, but we can't let him overpower us. We must stay focused and defend ourselves!"

Allistair's internal response was resolute.

"Agreed. We'll fight with everything we have. We can't let him win."

The fight was a cacophony of violence. Allistair slashed with a dagger concealed in his sleeve, his blade drawing blood as it cut through Samael's defenses. Samael retaliated with a brutal tackle, throwing Allistair against a nearby table, splintering it into pieces.

Alexander Vaughn Fretzellis-Rosewood, his face a mask of worry and frustration, shouted.

"Allistair, enough! This isn't the place for this kind of violence!"

Raine Lune Rosewood-Fretzellis, with a voice full of desperation, added. "Alexander, please! We need to stop this before someone gets seriously hurt!"

Allex, standing at the sidelines with a smirk of twisted pleasure, recorded every moment of the chaotic fight. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the two combatants clash, her mind swirling with fantasies of their confrontation.

Allex's internal monologue was filled with dark amusement.

"This is better than I ever

imagined. Watching Samael and Allistair go at it like this is absolutely thrilling. I can't wait to see how far this will go."

The violence escalated as Samael unleashed a powerful blast of energy, sending debris flying through the air. Allistair rolled out of the way, barely avoiding the attack. The fight continued with a relentless fury, each combatant pushing their limits.

Victoria Veil Santillan, reveling in the chaos, taunted the king.

"Samael, your lack of control is showing. You let this defiant brat provoke you. How pathetic!"

The king's frustration boiled over, and his eyes flickered with a dangerous red hue as Morgan's influence grew stronger. Samael, fighting to maintain control, was visibly struggling. His anger and the beast within him were on the verge of overwhelming him.

Samael's voice was a low, dangerous growl.

"Victoria, enough! I'm dealing with this! And I'll deal with you next don't worry" he said menacingly which effectively shut her up because of fear and she distanced herself further away from the fight.

The room was a maelstrom of

chaos and bloodshed. Samael and Allistair's fight had reached a fever pitch, with neither willing to relent. Their strikes and

counters were fierce and unforgiving, each blow a testament to their deep-seated hatred.

Raine's voice was desperate and pleading. "Allistair, please! For the sake of everyone here, stop this now!"

Alexander's voice was commanding and filled with authority.

"Samael, if you don't control this situation, I'Il intervene myself!"

But the fight raged on, each combatant locked in their own

world of violence and rage. The banquet hall, once a symbol of opulence, had become a battleground of raw, unbridled fury.

The guests watched in stunned silence, their attempts to intervene  only making the situation worse. The violence

and bloodshed seemed to have no end, with Samael and Allistair locked in a relentless struggle that left the room in tatters.

Lilione's voice, filled with a mix of fury and resolve, resonated within Allistair.

"We can't let Morgan win. Stay strong and fight back with everything you have."

Allistair's response was grim determination.

"Understood. We'll fight until the very end,"

As the night wore on, the chaos and violence showed no signs of abating. The banquet, meant to be a celebration, had devolved into a night of bloodshed and discord, with the promise of further confrontations lingering in the air.