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A/N: Hello, my dear readers! It's been a while since I last wrote Sustaining the King's Life due to the burdens of my academic load and art studies. I am proud to announce to you all that Sustaining the King's Life is soon to be completed, and artworks will soon be released on my Twitter and Instagram -- I am on the planning of character designs and such as of the moment!
The book is to be completed with only 25 chapters left.
Thank you all for the patience.
Enjoy reading.
This will be updated daily and to be completed on March 31, 2021.
**
There were cacophonous cries from the loud explosions as the entirety began to be engulfed by monsters. The people took shelter from the battle, but there were still casualties. A raggedy Anne doll lied on the verge of the ruined buildings as the Forsaken walked with triumph.
That's right—triumph.
He, who was was defeated a thousand years ago, was now tasting the sweet fruit of his efforts for vengeance. Back when the Warlocks lost the battle of the pure magic of the earth, darkness, the most powerful end evil magic of all, had lost from the elements of light and fire, and all the natural things that flowed with good.
But now, all things shall change.
"It seems they had escaped," said L.u.s.t as she looked around. Only the dead bodies of soldiers were lying to the ground—but there was no Faustina, nor the king of Feuersturm.
"A strategic retreat." The forsaken retorted. "They took the child, 'no?"
"Unfortunately."
The forsaken stared at the spectacle. Truly, if this was the view he had a thousand years ago, then he would've let his soul rest.
"I've prepared and waited for so long…" He stared at the place in sheer glee. "Oh. Well. I still have plenty of time."
He then turned to L.u.s.t. She now had the face of another girl—Lilianne Disfiegro. He narrowed his eyes. He made his 'generals' to look like they were his own, but at the end of the day—they were just artificial monsters that were born from black magic.
This was why he needs to revive Eulalia.
That woman who belonged to the body of his incarnate, and the one who will be souled yet eternal and corrupted from black magic.
She will be perfect.
Upon the destruction of Zuerst, he will rule. And once he rules, death will plague the land and warlocks, his very own kind, will rise once again.
"Tell your brothers and your sisters to search for Faustina and the King," he said. "And bring me Greed. I have a special job just for him."
**
Faustina helped the king to walk as they continued to trod the path of destruction. Blood flowed out from the king's leg as the wound reopened; the bandage that Faustina wrapped around him was not sufficient enough.
"Your majesty… just a bit more and we can get out of here." She said as she tightened her grip around the king, guiding him as they walked. Faustina already cast a glamour, but even she doesn't know if it truly is enough.
**
They reached the forest, miles away from the tower. The night was already deep and anyone could come and kill them at any moment. Faustina stared at the king; beads of sweat dripped on his forehead down to the sides of his face. His creased temples and clenched jaw was enough to indicate he was in pain.
"F-faustina," he said. "You can go without me," the king murmured as they walked.
"No," Faustina said firmly. "I won't go without you, Your Majesty."
Many questions ran to Faustina's mind. But she only kept her mouth shut and kept close to the king, hoping that her mana was enough to sustain his life.
Faustina's eyes widened as she saw something.
A shack!
"I found a shack, Your Majesty. Maybe we can tend your wounds right there," she said. "Just bear with the pain for a little while, alright?"
**
She proceeded to wipe the king's blood using a damp towel as she knelt beside him. The king's creased brows slowly eased as he gained complexion. Faustina stood up to tend to the fire she lit in the fireplace, but was stopped with a tug.
"Where… are you going?" The king murmured as his sapphire-blue eyes stared at Faustina.
"I'm not going anywhere, Your Majesty," Faustina exclaimed.
He then held her hand.
"Stay."
Faustina stared at the king.
Nightmare reverted back into him in just a split second. That was how powerful the Forsaken is. And he caused this to him.
"I'm powerless." He said. "I'm sorry."
Faustina lifted her gaze to look into the king's face. He wasn't looking at her—his gaze was blank into the fireplace.
"I failed as the king. I failed as someone who was meant to protect you," he said. "I…"
Faustina held his hand back.
"Your Majesty," Faustina then faced him. "Noah."
The king slowly redirected his gaze towards her.
"You don't need to protect me." Faustina said as she held his hand gently. "You said I have to sustain your life. And that's what I'm going to do."
"I…" the king mumbled, but was soon stopped as he felt something soft in his lips, drowning his words.
Faustina kissed the king softly, pressing her lips in his, as gentle as she could be.
She parted away slowly, leaving his eyes filled with questions.
But there was no answer needed,
For all rationality seemed to be a blur as the night was long.
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A/N: Hello, my dear readers! It's been a while since I last wrote Sustaining the King's Life due to the burdens of my academic load and art studies. I am proud to announce to you all that Sustaining the King's Life is soon to be completed, and artworks will soon be released on my Twitter and Instagram -- I am on the planning of character designs and such as of the moment!
The book is to be completed with only 25 chapters left.
Thank you all for the patience.
Enjoy reading.
This will be updated daily and to be completed on March 31, 2021.
**
There were cacophonous cries from the loud explosions as the entirety began to be engulfed by monsters. The people took shelter from the battle, but there were still casualties. A raggedy Anne doll lied on the verge of the ruined buildings as the Forsaken walked with triumph.
That's right—triumph.
He, who was was defeated a thousand years ago, was now tasting the sweet fruit of his efforts for vengeance. Back when the Warlocks lost the battle of the pure magic of the earth, darkness, the most powerful end evil magic of all, had lost from the elements of light and fire, and all the natural things that flowed with good.
But now, all things shall change.
"It seems they had escaped," said L.u.s.t as she looked around. Only the dead bodies of soldiers were lying to the ground—but there was no Faustina, nor the king of Feuersturm.
"A strategic retreat." The forsaken retorted. "They took the child, 'no?"
"Unfortunately."
The forsaken stared at the spectacle. Truly, if this was the view he had a thousand years ago, then he would've let his soul rest.
"I've prepared and waited for so long…" He stared at the place in sheer glee. "Oh. Well. I still have plenty of time."
He then turned to L.u.s.t. She now had the face of another girl—Lilianne Disfiegro. He narrowed his eyes. He made his 'generals' to look like they were his own, but at the end of the day—they were just artificial monsters that were born from black magic.
This was why he needs to revive Eulalia.
That woman who belonged to the body of his incarnate, and the one who will be souled yet eternal and corrupted from black magic.
She will be perfect.
Upon the destruction of Zuerst, he will rule. And once he rules, death will plague the land and warlocks, his very own kind, will rise once again.
"Tell your brothers and your sisters to search for Faustina and the King," he said. "And bring me Greed. I have a special job just for him."
**
Faustina helped the king to walk as they continued to trod the path of destruction. Blood flowed out from the king's leg as the wound reopened; the bandage that Faustina wrapped around him was not sufficient enough.
"Your majesty… just a bit more and we can get out of here." She said as she tightened her grip around the king, guiding him as they walked. Faustina already cast a glamour, but even she doesn't know if it truly is enough.
**
They reached the forest, miles away from the tower. The night was already deep and anyone could come and kill them at any moment. Faustina stared at the king; beads of sweat dripped on his forehead down to the sides of his face. His creased temples and clenched jaw was enough to indicate he was in pain.
"F-faustina," he said. "You can go without me," the king murmured as they walked.
"No," Faustina said firmly. "I won't go without you, Your Majesty."
Many questions ran to Faustina's mind. But she only kept her mouth shut and kept close to the king, hoping that her mana was enough to sustain his life.
Faustina's eyes widened as she saw something.
A shack!
"I found a shack, Your Majesty. Maybe we can tend your wounds right there," she said. "Just bear with the pain for a little while, alright?"
**
She proceeded to wipe the king's blood using a damp towel as she knelt beside him. The king's creased brows slowly eased as he gained complexion. Faustina stood up to tend to the fire she lit in the fireplace, but was stopped with a tug.
"Where… are you going?" The king murmured as his sapphire-blue eyes stared at Faustina.
"I'm not going anywhere, Your Majesty," Faustina exclaimed.
He then held her hand.
"Stay."
Faustina stared at the king.
Nightmare reverted back into him in just a split second. That was how powerful the Forsaken is. And he caused this to him.
"I'm powerless." He said. "I'm sorry."
Faustina lifted her gaze to look into the king's face. He wasn't looking at her—his gaze was blank into the fireplace.
"I failed as the king. I failed as someone who was meant to protect you," he said. "I…"
Faustina held his hand back.
"Your Majesty," Faustina then faced him. "Noah."
The king slowly redirected his gaze towards her.
"You don't need to protect me." Faustina said as she held his hand gently. "You said I have to sustain your life. And that's what I'm going to do."
"I…" the king mumbled, but was soon stopped as he felt something soft in his lips, drowning his words.
Faustina kissed the king softly, pressing her lips in his, as gentle as she could be.
She parted away slowly, leaving his eyes filled with questions.
But there was no answer needed,
For all rationality seemed to be a blur as the night was long.
A/N: Hello, my dear readers! It's been a while since I last wrote Sustaining the King's Life due to the burdens of my academic load and art studies. I am proud to announce to you all that Sustaining the King's Life is soon to be completed, and artworks will soon be released on my Twitter and Instagram -- I am on the planning of character designs and such as of the moment! The book is to be completed with only 25 chapters left. Thank you all for the patience. Enjoy reading. This will be updated daily and to be completed on March 31, 2021. ** There were cacophonous cries from the loud explosions as the entirety began to be engulfed by monsters. The people took shelter from the battle, but there were still casualties. A raggedy Anne doll lied on the verge of the ruined buildings as the Forsaken walked with triumph. That's righttriumph. He, who was was defeated a thousand years ago, was now tasting the sweet fruit of his efforts for vengeance. Back when the Warlocks lost the battle of the pure magic of the earth, darkness, the most powerful end evil magic of all, had lost from the elements of light and fire, and all the natural things that flowed with good. But now, all things shall change. "It seems they had escaped," said L.u.s.t as she looked around. Only the dead bodies of soldiers were lying to the groundbut there was no Faustina, nor the king of Feuersturm. "A strategic retreat." The forsaken retorted. "They took the child, 'no?" "Unfortunately." The forsaken stared at the spectacle. Truly, if this was the view he had a thousand years ago, then he would've let his soul rest. "I've prepared and waited for so long" He stared at the place in sheer glee. "Oh. Well. I still have plenty of time." He then turned to L.u.s.t. She now had the face of another girlLilianne Disfiegro. He narrowed his eyes. He made his 'generals' to look like they were his own, but at the end of the daythey were just artificial monsters that were born from black magic. This was why he needs to revive Eulalia. That woman who belonged to the body of his incarnate, and the one who will be souled yet eternal and corrupted from black magic. She will be perfect. Upon the destruction of Zuerst, he will rule. And once he rules, death will plague the land and warlocks, his very own kind, will rise once again. "Tell your brothers and your sisters to search for Faustina and the King," he said. "And bring me Greed. I have a special job just for him." ** Faustina helped the king to walk as they continued to trod the path of destruction. Blood flowed out from the king's leg as the wound reopened; the bandage that Faustina wrapped around him was not sufficient enough. "Your majesty just a bit more and we can get out of here." She said as she tightened her grip around the king, guiding him as they walked. Faustina already cast a glamour, but even she doesn't know if it truly is enough. ** They reached the forest, miles away from the tower. The night was already deep and anyone could come and kill them at any moment. Faustina stared at the king; beads of sweat dripped on his forehead down to the sides of his face. His creased temples and clenched jaw was enough to indicate he was in pain. "F-faustina," he said. "You can go without me," the king murmured as they walked. "No," Faustina said firmly. "I won't go without you, Your Majesty." Many questions ran to Faustina's mind. But she only kept her mouth shut and kept close to the king, hoping that her mana was enough to sustain his life. Faustina's eyes widened as she saw something. A shack! "I found a shack, Your Majesty. Maybe we can tend your wounds right there," she said. "Just bear with the pain for a little while, alright?" ** She proceeded to wipe the king's blood using a damp towel as she knelt beside him. The king's creased brows slowly eased as he gained complexion. Faustina stood up to tend to the fire she lit in the fireplace, but was stopped with a tug. "Where are you going?" The king murmured as his sapphire-blue eyes stared at Faustina. "I'm not going anywhere, Your Majesty," Faustina exclaimed. He then held her hand. "Stay." Faustina stared at the king. Nightmare reverted back into him in just a split second. That was how powerful the Forsaken is. And he caused this to him. "I'm powerless." He said. "I'm sorry." Faustina lifted her gaze to look into the king's face. He wasn't looking at herhis gaze was blank into the fireplace. "I failed as the king. I failed as someone who was meant to protect you," he said. "I" Faustina held his hand back. "Your Majesty," Faustina then faced him. "Noah." The king slowly redirected his gaze towards her. "You don't need to protect me." Faustina said as she held his hand gently. "You said I have to sustain your life. And that's what I'm going to do." "I" the king mumbled, but was soon stopped as he felt something soft in his lips, drowning his words. Faustina kissed the king softly, pressing her lips in his, as gentle as she could be. She parted away slowly, leaving his eyes filled with questions. But there was no answer needed, For all rationality seemed to be a blur as the night was long.
