This fight was long overdue. How dare Theodore come into his territory and threaten to end his guest’s life? If that wasn’t a blatant insult, Aldric didn’t know what else it was. Theodore has been pushing his buttons over the years and this time, he was not going to let him be.
What would Islinda think of him if he does nothing and let his asshole brother go like that? That he wasn’t capable enough and the reputation he’s built over the years would take a blow. No, Theodore had it coming and Aldric was not going easy on him. If he didn’t make an example of him now, Aldric feared what he might do to Islinda in the future.
But then came Andre, always the conciliator, the peaceful brother, and choosing to stay on neutral ground. However, Aldric didn’t care if he wrecked his castle, he had enough money to rebuild the damages as long as he dealt with Theodore and Islinda was safe.
"Aldric, let it go!" Andre shouted above the noise of their chaos, holding him back with his own magic.
Unfortunately, that sneaky bastard Theodore took advantage of that opportunity to make a move on Islinda.
He heard his name.
"Aldric!"
He turned just in time to see Theodore’s twigs wrapping around her neck and about to crush her.
"No!" His growl was animalistic as something deep inside of Aldric snapped at seeing Islinda get hurt.
His dark powers, deadly and beastly, roared to be unleashed, to save her. The blood pounded in his ears and Aldric gave it what it desired, freedom. Darkness surged out of him swallowing the lights of the chandeliers and dimming the hall like a cloud passing before a moon.
"Aldric...." There was a note of fear in Andre’s voice knowing that he was feeding his dark side, which was wild and uncontrollable, and right now it cried out for vengeance. Not that Aldric listened to him. He didn’t want to.
His magic had only reacted this way for two Faeries and one died in his hand while the other gave up on him. The onslaught of emotion that had ripped from Islinda had gotten to Aldric and he wasn’t going to let her down.
His darkened eyes glowed with cold, lethal fury and before Theodore could carry on with his plan, his magic traveled faster and lashed out against him like a whip. It hit him square in the chest, hurling him away like he weighed nothing and he impacted against the wall, causing the ground to shake.
Islinda collapsed on the floor and it wasn’t until she began to cough dryly that the darkness retreated inside of him, light returning to the hall. But then, just because the darkness vanished didn’t mean Aldric had control over the madness that had taken control of him.
His expression was as hard as stone, shadows in his eyes which was evidence of the dark powers warring inside of him and he radiated a sinister energy that would make even the strongest of men cower in fright. Theodore has painted him the villain for so long that it was time to show him how a heartless fiend reacts to having his authority challenged in his territory.
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