Death’s Heir

"When I leave this time you won't forget me, I have something to work on so I won't be watching what you do so whenever you're alone again just call me and we can start your lessons"

Azreal nodded in understanding and Darius disappeared, before he tried to find a way out he walked around in search of anything that had any value, not even the cadaver was left behind much less the light crystals in the corner.

"Why even bother looking for a way out?"

With that said his palm became engulfed in fire, but once again the fire changed it no longer contained any of the green from before instead its heart was completely gold.

"How many times do you plan on changing?"

Maybe it was his imagination but he felt like the flame gave a hum but just a quickly as it came it went away so he discarded it as his imagination.

"Well let's hope you get stronger with all these changes"

Holding his palm with the fire up and holding his breath Azreal waited to see which direction it would move in.

After a few seconds, the fire swayed a little to the left, so he walked over to the wall to the right.

Taking a deep breath Azreal started destroying the wall.

...

Earlier when Azan left Azreal and Xavious and ran into the forest, once he was out of their sight he stopped running and started walking while looking up in the trees.

"Do you plan on just staring or are you going to come down?"

As the words left his mouth four wolves jumped down out of the trees each of the standing on two feet, their bodies covered in fur.

"Young Master"

"Young Master"

They all greeted respectfully.

"The Alpha has been looking everywhere for you, he only just returned two days ago, to leave again today, we've already sent the other ahead to speak him to let him know you've returned"

When Azan heard that he smiled.

"Uncle is here?"

Azan didn't wait, he ran ahead at full speed, dodging all the trees in a well-practiced motion, refusing to slow down for anything.

Even when he got to the edge of the forest and a cliff stood in front of him he jumped right over, belong him was a huge city.

It resembled a medieval town, brick roads and all, the city was surrounded by endless forests, with only one official entrance leading in and out of the city.

Skating down the side of the cliff Azan ran into the city, all across the city were no other creatures except wolf, all of different colors and sizes, some stood on two feet while others walked on all fours.

Running all the way to the center of the city a man dressed in purple was waiting for him, the man stood over six feet tall dressed completely in purple, the most eyes catching thing about him was the two thick horns that grew from the side of his head and into the air.

When Azan saw the man he grew even more excited, running even faster to him.

"Uncle!"

Confirming that it was his nephew a smile blossomed on his face as he ran over and hugged his nephew refusing to let go.

"I looked everywhere for you! For a whole year but couldn't find a trace of you! How?—Where were you?"

When Azan was about to recount his store his uncle held him tight.

"Come, let's head home your cousin is worried sick about you"

Azan showed a wryly smile as he remembers his cousins face.

'Miss my ass!'

Walking with his uncle they got back to a huge house in the center of the city, at least three to four house space separated them from everyone else.

"Nala! Nala"

Hearing the call, a stunning young lady came down the stairs, She was dressed in a purple strapless dress with long sleeves, the dress did nothing to hide her bountiful bosom.

Her long pointy ears looked like that of an elf, long black hair with a purple hue went all the way down to her lower back, her eyes were completely purple with a slightly lighter shade of purple as vertical pupil, skin was smooth and blemish free, her pink cherry lips would make any man or woman's mouth water, begging for a slight taste.

Just like her father she had two horns coming out of her forehead but unlike his, her's were slender and delicate, coiling as it went up, in between the two was a smaller horn about three inches with a slight curve to it, to the left and right of that small horn was a small mark and another right beneath in the center of her brow, forming an upside down triangle.

In spite of the horns and her stoic expression, she was absolutely stunning.