She Belongs To The Devil

Chapter 398 - How To Kill...

King Reginald was standing in one corner of the underground tomb where all the Royals, those who were dead and those who were in eternal slumber, were kept in their respective coffins.

The Royals would go into eternal slumber when they would feel that their body was too weak to carry on living. And before death would catch up to them they would go to slumber to conserve their energy and keep on existing.

Reginald's parents had also done the same. And both Reginald and Rebekah were also to do the same.

However, Rebekah was not that lucky to rest peacefully in the coffin. Her dead body lay in the coffin beside her mother's.

Those who worked in the Palace were paying their final respects to the late Princess and were wishing that her soul would pass on to the afterlife.

Reginald was staring blankly at the coffin when Horace came to him and asked, "Your Majesty, you should also pay your final respect. We will then nail the coffin."

Reginald let out a deep sigh and without saying a word, walked towards the coffin. He caressed his sister's cheek for one last time and whispered to her, "I hope you will get to reincarnate into a loving family, Rebekah. Farewell."

He then gestured the workers to close the lid and hammer down the nails. After they were done, Reginald picked up a wild rose and placed it on top of the lid. He gazed at the copper plaque with Rebekah's name written on it. He gently patted on the name as if to make her sleep.

And he turned around and walked away before the tears that were filling the rims of his eyes would cross the barriers.

Reginald went to his throne hall and sat down while immersing himself in the grief of his sister's death. Though it was way past midnight, nobody dared to take a break or get a wink of sleep when their King was still in the throne hall.

And even though everyone was awake in the Palace, the silence was as deafening as the cemetery in the night.

After about an hour or so, Reginald finally gave an order in a barely audible voice, "Bring George to me."

Even that weak voice from the King was enough to send chills down everyone's spine. They all knew that George's lifeline was going to be erased.

And the Royal Guards who had gone to Wyverndale were even more terrified thinking what punishment the King had in store for them for not being able to save the Princess.

George had stayed back at Mihir after he had arrived the last time to give the information about the 'fake Price'. So after getting the order from the King, one of the guards ran over to George's home to fetch him.

While waiting for George, Reginald focused his attention on the Royal Guards. Reginald was finally ready to hear the details about his sister's murder. "Did any of you see who killed my sister and how?"

He had already suspected that no one would have been able to carve Rebekah's heart out other than the Devil. He wanted to confirm his suspicion and know the other details about the murder.

One of the guards came forward and answered, "I saw the Devil ripping her heart out from behind her. The Princesses were fighting against each other. Our Princess was already winning but that Devil came at her from behind."

"Came at her from behind…" Reginald chuckled to himself as though he had already lost his mind.

That guard immediately knelt in front of the King and bowed, "I could not save Her Highness from that Devil's clutch. Please punish me as you see fit, Your Majesty."

All the other Royal Guards also knelt down in that instant and repeated that guard's words. "Please punish us as you see fit, Your Majesty."

Reginald started laughing for no reason again. "Punish… punish… What shall be your punishments?"

Reginald abruptly stopped laughing like a madman because the guard who had gone to fetch George was now back. George was now standing beside all those who were kneeling in front of the King.

"You summoned me, Your Majesty?" George bowed his head with a very bad feeling at the pit of his stomach.

The death of the Princess was yet to be made public. And George had no idea that a great tragedy had already occurred. But looking at the Royal Guards, he was sure that something went off in Wyverndale. "I didn't know that you were already back from Wyverndale. Had I known before then–"

"Had you known before then what?" Reginald leaped a great distance and stood right in front of George. And he snarled, "You would have escaped after giving the half-arsed information?"

"Your wrong information cost me my sister's life!" Reginald's mind was now taken over by vengeance. He grabbed George by his neck and screamed, "That fake Prince turned out to be the Devil! And turns out both the King and the Princess were well aware of his identity!"

"Had I known it before then maybe I would have taken a different approach. Maybe I wouldn't have gone there without any preparation. Or maybe I wouldn't have gone there at all!" Reginald kept on blaming everyone but himself for the death of his sister.

George was desperately trying not to pass out while the King lifted him in the air by his neck.

And then in the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He could feel Reginald touching his heart. He wanted to stop the King from pulling his heart out but he was helpless.

Reginald was deliberately taking his time to kill George and put him through as much pain as he could. "You don't deserve a heart when my sister didn't get to have hers because of your negligence."

Everyone in the hall didn't even dare to breathe in the fear that they would anger the King and draw his attention to them.

Reginald finally pulled George's heart out and dropped his body. His body turned ash-grey in no time and the heart hardened like a rock. Reginald threw the heart on that dead body and then turned his fiery glare towards the shaken Royal Guards.

He would have loved to rip out the hearts of all of those guards who were kneeling before him.

But he controlled his urge to kill and to their relief, he said, "I am equally guilty as you all are for Rebekah's death. I cannot blame any of you for not being able to save her when even I couldn't do so."

Reginald didn't want to lose any more purebloods when there were already so few of them.

He then went back and sat down on his cold throne. He rested his head on the headrest of his throne and reflected back to his encounter with the Devil. The agonizing pain became fresh in his mind when Theodore had sunk his claws in his chest.

He closed his eyes and whispered to his advisor in a melancholic tone, "Lord Horace, I should have believed you when you said that there was some entity powerful than vampires. He was very close to killing me as well."

Horace had already gathered all the information from the Royal Guards. He knew everything that the Royal Guards had seen. So he knew that Reginald barely managed to escape with his life.

The King clenched his fists and pressed over his heart. He recalled how Theodore's sharp claws were already slashing his heart. He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "He could have and should have killed me when he had the chance. He made a mistake by not killing me."

Reginald turned his head to the side and glanced at Horace with vacant eyes. He then asked his source of knowledge, "How do I kill that Devil?"