Chapter 84: The only rule of the world

The capital was very active, the bar was full, the casino was noisy, and the dancing hall was alive. Everyone was celebrating the venue of the Queen of the Shadows. Jäwell had nothing to say that the gossip spread by itself. Lëilana laughed as she took his arm while they were walking in the animated streets.

Everyone was looking at the magnificent woman and her very long raven hair following them like the shadows themselves. The couple followed the main alley, enjoying the food and a few drinks before ending in the pleasure house for a night of debauchery. Dante and a few pirates of his crew were already here for quite a long time and they were drunk.

Dante tried to step in the direction of Jäwell and Leïlana's table staggering. Dante wanted initially to ask Jäwell for his payment. He had visited one world and made a full report about the conflict situation and was about to leave for a new expedition.

Unfortunately for him, he tripped on a chair, or was it a shadow that grabbed his ankle? With Leïlana's dirty smile, no one could tell. The poor pirate fell on a waitress, the head on her breasts. Dante had the feeling of being in a dream for a short time, touching a dream. The zombie girl immediately kicked him in the belly with her knee and slapped his face with all her strength, and all of this, with a smile. It was so strong that her hand detached from her arm and landed on the butt of another girl dancing on the stage. Everyone around, men, women, creatures of every genre, and other non-identified, started to throw even more money.

Dante took a step back in confusion, Jäwell invited him to sit next to him, laughing. On the other side of the table, the girl went to get back her hand, visibly pissed at the pirate. Dante wanted to apologize but he had seriously no idea how or why. Leïlana leaned on Jäwell's shoulder, showing her cleavage suggestively, only to disturb the pirate just more. She had the terrible pleasure of torturing him, and Jäwell enjoyed seeing her having her fun.

"Don't mind my lady, she can be a bit wild sometimes," Jäwell tried to say without laughing too much.

Dante was rubbing his painful cheek, "I don't understand… It was good and then, it was not good anymore."

"Take this and go to have fun, you served me well," Jäwell said while giving a purse of gold to the pirate. He took it and left without hesitation. Dante had a cold chill in the presence of Leïlana, every one of his senses was screaming to run away as quickly as possible. She could easily be the most dangerous woman he ever met.

When he left, Jäwell turned to her and kissed her neck sensually, "It is good to have you here, stay with me for some time."

"No, we have a terrible influence over each other, this citadel would turn into chaos with both of us living here."

Her tone was glacial, Jäwell was only even more excited by it, attracted by her and her reactions.

"When do you plan to leave?" He asked while kissing her cleavage.

"Whenever Ëmie is ready. Sending her to this vampire was a great idea. I was reluctant but I must admit that you have been smart on this one."

"I am always smart, my dear."

"When was the last time you have been smart?"

"I wrote a letter, have you forgotten? I am a scholar now."

"Jäwell, honey, you wrote one single word."

He laughed and slowly let his fangs pierce her skin, procuring pleasure for both of them.

"Yes, but that was the most important one, it made you join me."

She slid her fingers into his hair, removing the hairpin that was keeping it. Wisps fell around his face, while he was kissing and biting her alternatively all over her cleavage and neck.

"Do you think that one day, we will be reunited like we were before? The future I explored was not bright."

Jäwell stopped himself and looked into her eyes, suddenly, there was no lust in his look but a deep sense of care and determination.

"I don't care about the future you saw. I trust Zarkhaïm, he will find a solution. One day, we will be happy, I swear it to you."

Leïlana didn't insist, she had no trust in Zarkhaïm. The man abandoned her in her darkest moments, condemning her to death without caring one bit, but she had an unbreakable faith in Jäwell.

If Jäwell said something this thing would happen, for sure. Her heart was filled with hope, the times were not so bright at the moment when Miroïr disappeared but she knew that Jäwell would arrange everything, as he always did.

In front of them, on the stage, the zombie girls were dancing around a pole dance. People were looking at them with envy and lust, this place was dirty in many ways but in the eyes of Jäwell or Leïlana, it was simply a place of joy. With an eternity to live, what else did they have?

Jäwell was focusing on immediate pleasures without consequences, he was living his immortality as if he could die tomorrow. No matter the years, no matter the experiences, he never forgot the sensation of the lurking death. Leïlana was looking at Jäwell with a sense of admiration, this game they had with death was what maintained their sanity.

It was a hunt pushing them always to live more things, more extreme, to experience everything possible, in the way they would have done when they were humans. She placed a hand over his shoulder, catching his attention back as he lost himself watching the dancing girls. Leïlana's heart was beating stronger in his presence. Everything that made him, him, was unique and unexpected.

She knew how important it was for him to get rid of his powers and experience the thrill of danger. To never forgot what it was to be a simple man, because it was what he always has been and wanted to be. He was a simple man, the father of his very special family. Taking care of who he could take care of. Trying his best in his particular, and sometimes brutal, way.

Jäwell was honest, impulsive, arrogant, yes, he was all of this, but strangely, these traits were the reason why he was beloved by everyone who would be near him. No one in the kingdom knew what he had done in the past for his brother, and this compassion towards the weak and those who are rejected led his steps to be a great soldier, humble, friendly, and accessible ruler.

Leïlana pulled him into her arms and Jäwell smiled like a teenage boy while burying his head between her breasts. It was a delight to see him enjoying such simple things as a feminine chest after all these years of existence. Jäwell was happy, simply, and deeply happy, even if he suffered greatly to be separated from his brother, he kept a kind of innocence that was refreshing for Leïlana.

The black widow had killed so many perverted men, dirty minds who wanted to use her body, abuse her, force themselves on her, that she almost had forgotten what was a simple interaction. Something calm, bringing joy. Without manipulation, poison, or lies.

Leïlana had experienced the worst of the humans' hearts, yet, Jäwell was the best of it in her eyes. She embraced him and whispered in his ear, "I don't want to leave."

He stopped to chuckle and had a very serious look, "Then stay. There is a place for you here. I can arrange it. They all think you are the queen already."

"I have my path to experience, Jäwell. I don't want to be your wife."

"Is that so terrible? We could have fun together, we get along well."

"Exactly, I don't want to be a feminine version of you. If I want to be me, I have to live away from you."

"You don't plan to come back, isn't it?"

"Not before I find Miroïr back and ask him about his plan."

Jäwell had a perverted grin and leaned over her, pushing her on the couch, "Then, I have to enjoy us as much as I can. You know, to keep memories of you."

"You are stupid," She laughed while letting him do it.

"This is why you love me, honey."

"True. This is why so many love you, my dear."

"I told you I am perfect."

The royal couple had their moment on the couch, in the club, joined shortly by a few creatures and the sounds of joy and pleasure filled the room. There was only one rule in Ombrae, to be free to do everything as long as it made someone happy without hurting others.

That was the philosophy of life of Jäwell and for two hundred years he was ruling over the dark world, it worked.

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