Chapter 155: Night of Terror(2)

Now, that's more like it!" Sandor grinned at Magnus. "After you defeated me, I had only one goal in my life, to crush you under my feet, as you did the last time to me. Now the time has come."

"How shameless can you be?!" Eddena shouted. "If you want to fight with my brother to win your honor back, fight him when he is in peak condition."

"Oh, Eddena, my darling. How are you?" Sandor licked his lips as he sent a flying kiss towards her, and the vampires behind him burst into a peal of laughter.

Eddena trembled with rage, but said nothing and turned towards her brother. "Brother," worry was written all over her face, as she tried to convince him. "You have sealed your bloodline for such a long time. You aren't as strong as you used to be…" but when she saw the determined look on his face, she suppressed her next sentence in her heart. She knew he had already made his decision, and if anyone could change it, there was only one person.

She turned towards Salona for help, but the latter shook her head. No one knew Magnus better than her, and his temperament. Furthermore, she wanted to become his strength, not the shackles that hold him back. So she didn't say anything but eyed Magnus with love and concern.

Magnus smiled when he saw the worry in her eyes and said. "I will be back." So she believed in him and nodded. "I will wait," as she replied.

He jumped from the door of the wooden house. The mud splattered under his foot as the water poured down from above. Magnus looked at Sandor and said. "I will make you pay for killing those innocent people. I will slaughter every single one of you, Hemlock House's bastards!"

"Oh really?" Sandor Von Hemlock snickered and went on. "I would like to see it. By the way, I was the one who killed your father and trust me, he died a painful death."

Magnus clenched his fist until his bones started to make a sound. Even though he didn't like his father, he was his father, nonetheless. Even though he somewhat resented and hated his father for his cruel nature, he was his father, nonetheless. 

No son, if he really was his son, could standstill when he heard such mocking words from the murderer of his father. Even though his father was cruel and vicious, without a shred of mercy in him, he was his father, nonetheless…

Magnus didn't waste any time and his eyes turned bloodshot and fangs protruded out of his mouth, and then he vanished. When he appeared he was already in front of Sandor. However, Sandor didn't panic, on the contrary, a creepy smile emerged on his face, as he met Magnus' fist with his own. 

Both of them took a few steps back. Sandor narrowed his eyes and said. "You came down, but you left your wife unguarded."

Magnus looked towards Salona, and he indeed saw someone rushing towards her. Naturally, Eddena and Salona had also noticed the man. "David, you traitor!" shouted Eddena furiously when she saw the face of the man. 

He was the same person who took them back to Von Hagen House back then. They never thought that he had already turned a traitor, and fell into the trap of their enemy. In that same incident, Salona took the poisonous attack and saved Magnus, but they barely escaped from the encirclement of their enemies.

"So what I am a traitor in your eyes," David sneered at her. "I am at least alive. Not like those inflexible Von Hagen bastards. Furthermore, now, I am Hemlock. I have no relation with Hagens except for enmity, of course."

"I will fight you, bastard!" Eddena cursed and went to meet him. 

Old Ti was standing on the door of her house in which water was pouring down. However, she didn't seem to care about it. At this moment, she looked towards the villagers and said with a calm voice, but it echoed in the entire village. "Did you hear what they say?" she said. "They have killed our people. Our friends, our neighbors… our lovers. 

"They killed the people with whom we used to laugh and cry. They killed the people with whom we used to bicker and fight. They killed… something important to us. Something that can't be described in words. 

"They didn't kill just those people, they tore our hearts. And yet…" Her gaze roamed on the faces of her people, then she went on, "...and yet, you are standing there, dumbly, waiting for someone to take the lead. Don't you have any pride of an elf? Don't your blood boil in fury? Have you already turned into walking corpses, or… you are still alive? 

"If you are alive, then show me! Show me there is still dignity in your heart; there is still pride in your bones; there is still vigour in your body! Today, tear away the kindness in your heart and let the world know that we are the noble people whom no one can trample upon. Let them know that we are still alive. Let them know the price of their arrogance! KILL!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The eyes of every elf turned crimson as they heard grandma Ti's words. They were afraid because they had heard about the viciousness of the vampires. They had forgotten the glory of their tribe. They have lost the heart of a fighter after living a peaceful life for a long time. But when they remembered, their bodies trembled with vigour and their eyes burned with bloodlust.

They were one of the noblest and ancient tribes of the world. Although they were just one of the small villages of their tribe, they still had the pride of an elf hidden in their bones.

"Boom!" 

When the vampires and elves launched attacks at each other it felt as if it was the end of the world. Bodies fell one by one, the sky rumbled, and the blood coloured the water red. This was the war, filled with corpses, filled with eerie coldness, filled with a sinister air. The war that destroys life as the pesticide destroys the weeds. The war was cruel because… it was war.