CHAPTER 4 ( THE DEMON's WRATH )

As Ivana stood in the courtyard, surrounded by her fellow maids, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Stella's words kept echoing in her mind: "Prince Lucas is a demon... He always kills anyone who's close to him and sucks their blood."

Just as she was lost in thought, one of the maids approached her, a nervous look on her face. "Ivana, Prince Lucas is calling for you," she whispered. "You have to go to his room immediately."

Ivana knew that she had to be careful, that one misstep could lead to disaster.

As she made her way to Prince Lucas's room, Ivana couldn't help but think about her dreams. And her encounter with Prince Lucas, she remembered how he was fighting so hard to kill her in her dream. And now, she had ended up as his personal maid.

Ivana's mind was racing with questions as she entered Prince Lucas's room. But as she saw him sitting on the bed, looking at her with an intense gaze, she felt so different and couldn't off it in mind that danger is ahead.

"Come here, you little rat" he said. "I have a task for you."

Ivana hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then, she steeled herself and approached him, trying to appear confident.

As she stood before him, Prince Lucas looked at her with an unreadable expression. "I want you to fetch me a book from the library," he said, his voice firm. "It's called 'The Art of Demonology.' I gave you just 2 minutes to return here with the book"

Ivana nodded, trying to appear calm. But as she turned to leave, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was walking into a trap.

Little did she know that Prince Lucas's request was just the beginning of a dark and perilous journey, one that would test her courage, wits, and determination to the limit.

She had never been to the palace library before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. As she entered the grand room, she was struck by the sheer number of books that lined the shelves. There were thousands of them, each one bound in leather and adorned with intricate gold filigree.

Ivana's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for the book that Prince Lucas had requested. She finally found it on a high shelf, nestled between two large volumes on magic and sorcery. The book was bound in black leather, and its cover was adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer and glow in the dim light of the library.

Just as she was about to reach for the book, her grandfather, the powerful wizard Kanaq, appeared beside her. "Ivana, don't touch that book," he whispered urgently. "You're a witch, and witches are not permitted to touch demonic books. It will destroy you." He disappeared immediately leaving Ivana alone in the library.

Ivana nodded, understanding the danger. But before she could think of what to do next, Prince Lucas appeared at the door of the library, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her.

"Little rat, have you found the book?" he asked.

Ivana hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then, she decided to deny finding the book. "No, Your Highness," she said, trying to sound innocent. "I couldn't find it."

Prince Lucas's eyes narrowed, and he strode over to the shelf where the book was kept. He snatched it from the shelf, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Ivana again. Then, with a swift motion, he grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the library, back to his room.

As soon as they were inside, Prince Lucas slammed the door shut behind them and drew his sword. "You lied to me," he growled, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're going to pay for that."

Ivana cowered, terrified. But then, she remembered something. "Wait, Your Highness!" she cried, pleading for forgiveness. "I can help you! I know you're looking for your sister, Princess Cheta."

Prince Lucas's eyes widened in surprise, and he lowered his sword, intrigued. "How did you know that?" he asked, his voice softer.

Ivana hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But before she could respond, Prince Lucas opened the book he had retrieved from the library. His eyes scanned the pages, and then, suddenly, his face darkened with anger.

"You're a witch," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "I should have known. You're just like all the others, trying to deceive me and destroy me."

Ivana cowered, terrified. She knew that she had to think fast, or she would be doomed...

Prince Lucas's eyes blazed with fury as he drew his sword again, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room. "You witch, fight me if you can," he snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

Ivana summoned every ounce of courage she possessed. She stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance, and said, "Then get ready to die."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a sword appeared in her grasp. The blade shimmered with a soft, ethereal light, and Ivana could feel its power coursing through her veins.

But she wasn't finished yet. With a swift motion, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her powerful necklace. The pendant glowed with an intense, pulsating light, and Ivana could feel its energy surging through her.

She put on the necklace, and as soon as the pendant touched her skin, she felt a sudden surge of power. Her magic, which had been simmering just below the surface, erupted into a fierce, blazing inferno.

Ivana's eyes flashed with a fierce, wild light, and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity. She raised her sword, and the blade shimmered with an intense, blinding light.

The battle had begun, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious...

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