CHAPTER 5 ( SEDUCED BY THE DARKNESS )

The air was thick with malevolent energy as Ivana and Prince Lucas clashed in the dimly lit room. Their swords flashed in the faint light, the sound of steel on steel echoing through the room like a deadly serenade.

Ivana, her eyes blazing with dark magic, sneered at Prince Lucas. "You think you can defeat me, demon prince?" she taunted. "I have mastered the darkest arts, and I will stop at nothing to claim this palace as my own."

Prince Lucas, his eyes flashing with malevolent intent, laughed. "You are no match for me, little witch," he sneered. "I have lived for centuries, and I have honed my powers to perfection. You are just a fleeting obstacle in my path."

The battle raged on, the two combatants exchanging blow for blow. Ivana's sword flashed with dark energy, while Prince Lucas's sword seemed to absorb the light around it, its blade appearing dark and menacing.

Despite her formidable powers, Ivana found herself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Prince Lucas's lightning-fast attacks. She stumbled backward, her sword flashing wildly as she tried to parry his blows.

But Prince Lucas was relentless, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Ivana dodged and weaved, her heart pounding in her chest as she desperately tried to avoid his attacks.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Prince Lucas landed a devastating blow, striking Ivana with a blast of dark energy. She stumbled backward, her sword falling from her grasp, and collapsed to the floor.

Prince Lucas stood over her, his sword raised high, ready to deliver the final blow. But as he looked down at Ivana's battered and bruised face, he suddenly remembered her words: "I can help you find your sister, Princess Cheta."

His eyes narrowed, and he hesitated for a moment. Ivana, sensing her chance, looked up at him with a calculating gaze. Prince Lucas's eyes seemed to gleam with malevolent intent as he realized that Ivana might be more useful to him alive.

With a swift motion, Prince Lucas turned and walked away, leaving Ivana lying on the floor, barely alive. As the door closed behind him, Ivana let out a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with dark intent. The battle may have been lost, but the war was far from over.

As Ivana struggled to her feet, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within her. She had never seen a demon's brutality up close before, and the image of Prince Lucas's spear piercing the heart of his victim was forever etched in her mind.

She stumbled through the dark corridors, her heart pounding in her chest. Why had Prince Lucas spared her life? She was a witch, after all, and demons and witches had been sworn enemies for centuries. It didn't make sense.

As she turned a corner, she heard the faint sound of cries and screams coming from outside. Ivana's curiosity got the better of her, and she quickly made her way to the nearest window.

She pushed aside the heavy curtains and looked out into the night. What she saw made her blood run cold. Prince Lucas was standing in the courtyard, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He was holding a spear, and at its tip was the lifeless body of one of the palace maids.

Ivana smiled as Prince Lucas tossed the body aside and turned to face another maiden. The poor girl was trembling with fear, begging for mercy as Prince Lucas raised his spear.

Ivana watched as Prince Lucas struck the maiden down, her body crumpling to the ground beside the first victim. And then, to Ivana's utter disgust, Prince Lucas bent down and sucked the blood from the maidens' lifeless bodies.

It was then that Ivana realized the truth that Prince Lucas had used those maids to replace her. He had spared her life, but only to satiate his bloodlust with the lives of two maids.

She stumbled backward, away from the window. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed, that a demon could spear a witch's life.

She knew then that she had to get out of the palace, no matter the cost.

As she turned to make her escape from the palace, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within her. She had narrowly escaped death once, and she knew that she couldn't risk her life again. The memory of her grandma's warnings echoed in her mind, and Ivana couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for not listening to her.

But as she reached the door, Ivana's hand instinctively went to her neck, searching for the familiar weight of her necklace. Her heart sank as she realized that it was no longer there. She must have lost it during her battle with Prince Lucas.

Ivana's eyes scanned the room frantically, but there was no sign of the necklace. She knew that she couldn't leave the palace without it. The necklace had been her protection, her shield against the forces of darkness. Without it, she felt vulnerable and exposed.

Just as she was about to turn back and search further, Ivana felt a presence behind her. She spun around and saw Prince Lucas standing in the doorway. But it wasn't the handsome prince that she had seen earlier. This was a demon, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

Ivana tried to disappear but the demon prince reached out and grabbed her, his grip like a vice. Ivana struggled and kicked, but she was no match for the demon's strength.

He dragged her back to his room, throwing her onto the bed. Ivana scrambled to get away, but the demon prince was too quick. He pinned her down, his eyes blazing with desire.

And then, to Ivana's surprise, the demon prince began to kiss her. Ivana tried to resist, but the demon's lips were like fire, burning away her resistance. She felt herself getting lost in the kiss, her body responding to the demon's touch.

As they kissed, Ivana felt the demon's face begin to transform. The scales and horns receded, and the handsome prince reappeared. Ivana's eyes fluttered open, and she saw the prince's face inches from hers.

But their kiss was interrupted by a voice. "Lucas, what are you doing?" the voice said. "You're creating your own death."

Ivana's eyes snapped open, and she saw the prince's face contort in surprise. He pushed her aside, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.

"Who was that?" Ivana demanded, her voice shaking with fear.

The prince's eyes locked onto hers, and Ivana saw a flicker of sadness there. "It's my mother," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She died 13 years ago."

Ivana's eyes widened in shock as the prince turned and left the room, leaving her alone to wonder what was happening. Why was his mother warning him away from her? And what did it all mean for her own fate?

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