HE'S HERE

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“Does this mean she wouldn't want to see me?" Kamaz asked Falkur.

He could not believe that the person he had waited for for this long would not want to see him.

All he wants is just to look at her and watch her while she does the things she wants to.

“My Lord. I do not know what to say but…” Falkur stammered.

Lord Kamaz had called him into his study a few minutes after they had exited Zeda’s room. He thought it was for something important.

He could not believe Lord Kamaz wanted to ask such.

Dumbfounded was an understatement of what he was at the moment.

“I can't believe she actually doesn't want me by her side. We…we used to be close. She used to ask me never to leave her side” Lord Kamaz said bewildered.

Falkur cleared his throat, and Kamaz waved his hand for him to say whatever it was he evidently wanted to say.

"That was over five hundred years ago my Lord. She…she has just been reborn and she definitely has no recollection of who you are.

Gradually, everything might come back to how it used to be. But if you force things, she might withdraw from you.

That's just the way of humans. You have to be more patient, my Lord” Falkur advised.

Kamaz’s head dropped in disappointment at what he was hearing.

The heavens alone know how badly he wants to be close to her but now he has to abstain from seeing her. Why?

Because it is the way of humans. Anger coursed through his system.

Falkur stared at Kamaz.

‘This is the most I have heard him say all year. And now, he is not just giving commands or using his fingers to convey his requests, he is actually complaining.

Showing so much more emotion in one minute than he has shown in three hundred and sixty-five days. Is this the power of The Awaited?!’ Falkur thought.

“Tell Aaron to get the car ready. Let's pay those men an overdue visit" Kamaz said.

"Yes, Sire!” Falkur said and with that, he went away

He knew who exactly ‘the men' that Lord Kamaz had referred to were.

‘It’s about to be a bad day for a group of persons!’

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Lord Kamaz stood a distance away from the killers.

A hat over his head, covering his eyes partially, was already swirling a darker shade of red than a few days ago when the demon within him was more hungry for blood and for Zeda.

These killers had assisted some men in bringing tears to Zelda’s eyes and like her tears were not enough, they had made sure that she had suicidal thoughts in her mind.

They almost made her kill herself to save others.

He had waited almost the beginning of the creation of a bloodline for her to be reincarnated and some years after she was, they wanted to kill that precious life that was more special than all they could ever be in a hundred lifetimes.

Korah and Shadow had dealt gracious torture to the men but they still had not revealed where the men who had sent them were.

“You seem like hard men huh?

Are you even humans? Normally when humans are already bleeding like you guys are, information is long gotten.

You guys are truly strong, “ Aaron said, fascinated by how tough the humans could be.

One of the men lifted his bloodied face to look at Aaron.

“There is no guarantee that you will let us out when you get what you want.

Why should we tell you when we can hoard our words and live a little longer?!” The man said and he smiled that mischievous smile of someone who had just thought of a brilliant idea.

“That's where you are wrong," A rough voice from some meters away said, sending chills down the spine of everyone in the room.

Even the vampires in the room felt the chill of his words ice their skins.

‘How much more the humans?!’

The other two humans also lifted their heads to look at who had spoken.

They had not noticed any other person in the room apart from the two men who had been torturing them for two days.

The light here was dim but they could still see a little bit.

At least they could see the men who had tortured them and not who had spoken.

‘Who spoke?’ The humans thought.

“Your fate was already decided the day you took that job” The voice called from behind them suddenly.

They knew the direction the voice had come from - in front of them - but how is that the voice was now coming from directly behind them?!

They turned their necks to catch a glimpse of whoever was speaking as their heart rates increased.

“I have no use of you then.

A gruesome death.

Your blood used as fuel to properly burn you down to your bones. A little satisfactory for me.

I know the perfect place to watch your ashes scattered without a trace on this earth.

Do you really wish to die this way…right now?” Kamaz asked, his voice cold, as he walked in between two of the killers.

His aura soaked the air and the air felt literally tangible as they tried to make a view of the man that was standing beside them.

They had not even heard his footsteps.

“Lord Kamaz," Shadow and Korah acknowledged with a bow, and they took two steps backward.

“They reached out to us through a mail in our box every morning. I guess you can find…” One of them began to yell at the top of his voice.

The fear that had consumed him had soaked his very being and he was feeling like the very oxygen that was travelling his lungs was coated with something painful and deadly.

It was piercing.

“Shut the f**k up!

Do not say another word! Do you want to get us killed?!" The other shouted.

No one saw Lord Kamaz take a step but they knew he had moved.

The result of his movement was the rolling head of the one who had shouted.

The blood from his neck spurting and jutting out all over his clothes with his hands still tied.