The Crown's Obsession Chapter 445 - Chaotic Corridors

Chapter 445 - Chaotic Corridors

Taking hold of the gun that belonged to the demon, he caught sight of the other demon running away. Raising his hand, he pulled the trigger, where the bullet flew across the s.p.a.ce to hit the back of the demon's head. He noticed the Salvette Mortems making their way inside, moving towards the dead bodies.

The dark corridors lit up in his presence, and he made his way through killing the demons who had intruded the castle. Catching up to Theodore, who was fighting with a familiar face, Walter, he made his way there. This was the same person who had torn Madeline's wings.

Theodore was on the ground, his hand pus.h.i.+ng Walter's face while Walter had his hands around Theodore's neck, strangling him. When a gunshot was fired, Walter growled in anger, as his arm was shot. This gave an advantage to Theodore to push him and have Walter's back on the ground.

"How unfair the royals play in the game of fight," chuckled Walter through his gritted teeth.

"Theo, go and check how others are doing. Get them into a safe zone. I have some scores to settle with this one," said Calhoun, when Theodore had just dropped a blow at the man's face who was beneath him.

Within five seconds, Theodore disappeared on orders, while Walter pushed himself to sit upon the ground. Touching his mouth with his fingers, he looked at the blood.

"You should have taken the chance to kill me than delay it, thinking you might win," said Walter, getting up to stand and smile at Calhoun, "I have heard so much about you, but it's a shame that we have to meet in such conditions, isn't it?"

"I think it's quite perfect that we meet each other like this," said Calhoun, his feet slowly moving to step into the corridor from the little garden. "I have been waiting to meet you for so long myself. I will make sure you are well taken care of."

Walter laughed, "I guess I am okay with that. I was waiting for someone who was of my own strength and calibre to fight. Let's hope it's a good and a fair fight."

The smile on Calhoun's lips broadened, and he ran his tongue over his fangs, "Fair it is," he said, knowing nothing was fair and he enjoyed playing dirty. Within a second, both Walter and Calhoun went up against each other.

Walter was a vampire and demon, similar to Calhoun, but not with everything. The demon was faster when it came to his attacks, and it seemed like he had only been playing around with Theodore to keep him occupied and have some blood on his hands.

But Calhoun, who was the devil's descendant, his movements were faster and each punch that landed at Walter had the demon vampire stagger back. But Walter had his tricks up his sleeve, and he used his demon ability to move faster and extinguish the lights from the corridor to land a hit at Calhoun's stomach and then his face.

"All you young ones underestimate us, thinking you know everything," said Walter looking at Calhoun. The fire in the torches returned, and Calhoun laughed before spitting blood on the ground.

"What can I say," replied Calhoun. Walter, who stared at the King for a second more went back to attack Calhoun, but this time, Calhoun blocked the demon's. .h.i.t with his arm, pus.h.i.+ng Walter away before using his leg to kick the side of latter's face, to have him crouch in pain before getting back up on his feet. "I sometimes wonder why people don't have a good vision for themselves and the longevity of their lives. You came here only to die, or mark your time of death."

"The same can be told to you. I heard you killed your mother, and then ascended the throne. Want to know something? She was a nice lay in the bed," came the vile words from Walter's lips. This had Calhoun's eyes burned in fury. "We lived so close, the villages next to each other. It was hard not to know what the King saw in her, that he had her for so many years before throwing her out."

Calhoun didn't often lose his cool, but the subject of his mother and her life was sensitive, and his eyes filled itself in pure rage.

"Now I have more than one reason to kill you," seethed Calhoun, his eyes darkening.

The fight between them soon broke out, punches and kicks were delivered against each other while being thrown against the wall with full force. Calhoun pulled Walter, using his fist to hit Walter's jaw from below and the demon staggered back. Walter spat the blood that came to his mouth.

"Enough of playing games. It is time to get serious," remarked Walter, and he came straight at Calhoun, using his own hands to punch back and tried to get his hand closer to his chest so that he could pull out his heart and end it. On the other hand, Calhoun had many opportunities to rip the man's heart out of his chest, but a death like that was too easy for a man like Walter for the sins, he had committed.

Walter picked up one of the knives that the demoness had dropped when she was in here before splitting up. Rotating both the blades in his hands, before he ran towards Calhoun, letting the knives sc.r.a.pe the latter.

Calhoun dodged the knives, not letting the fast-moving blades near him, that rotated in circles to create a much more powerful weapon. He picked up a sword that was placed as a showpiece on the nearby wall, using it to fight back metal against metal. Pus.h.i.+ng the sword through the gap of the two knives, he pierced the blade through Walter's shoulder, making him wince in pain. He kicked his stomach to have the man fall on the ground.

While Walter was on the ground, Calhoun used all his force in his fist and hit the wall that started to crack. The ceiling almost fell on Walter if he didn't move away from there in time. A smug smile came to appear on Calhoun's face when he heard Walter curse him.

"How's that for c.o.c.kiness?" asked Calhoun, looking at the skin on his knuckles that bled. "Would you like your ribs to be broken one after another or would you prefer that I hammer silver rivets into your nails?"

This time it was Walter who looked mad with anger. His face contoured itself in wrath, and he got up again. "I will kill you before that!" promised Walter to him.

On the orders of Calhoun, Theodore made his way to get the innocent folks to safety when his eyes fell on something lying on the ground. Stopping his feet, he bent down to pick up a piece of fur that was brown. His eyes widened, and he quickly ran to the North tower, making his way up through the stairs, and opening the door to find the room to be empty.

Both Raphael and Lady Elizabeth were not present, and the chains attached to the walls seemed to be broken.