Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: "Is somebody there?"

"Nightbrook has fallen in one of its biggest disasters, one I don’t think we can ever recover from, with the humans’ population overshadowing us. We have lost everything without having anyone to blame for it. And my condolences to everyone who lost someone in it, and also my wishes to the many who have made the decision to move away for future protection. Since many of you have made the decision to leave the land behind, I believe there is no use in rebuilding anything anymore."

There were murmurs of agreement among the vampires at the prince’s words. Apart from the earthquake and fire that had destroyed things, rogues had infested almost every town and city, with no way of driving them back into the forest where the trees were burned down. They did not have soldiers to kill and clear the lands of rogues, hence Nightbrook was no longer a place to stay for the remaining vampires.

"We will move to the mountains and far away lands to start afresh, that’s the only way," said another vampire, causing many to agree.

"What do you plan to do, Your Highness? Are you going to stay in Nightbrook?" someone asked the prince, who heaved a long sigh. To think that he and his brother had done everything to ascend the throne, and their father had done everything to be the king, only for everything to turn out this way, for them to not only lose their castle and king but also the land to rogues and unknown fire.

The prince looked up at the gray sky and at the far distance where smoke had been rising like ribbons for days now and said, "Before I decide on what to do, I planned to stay in the old castle. I have sent men to check and clear it for me, and they said the Mad Duke no longer stays there. It’s clear."

"What about the crazy Duke? What do you think has happened to him?" came someone’s curious question that made the prince’s face turn a bit hard.

"I do hope he is dead, for he deserted Nightbrook when it needed him to fight."

"No doubt he also didn’t survive, because if he did, the castle wouldn’t have been empty," murmured someone.

While everyone were deciding on a course of action to take and shaping their new life, Angel stepped out of the portal into the castle grounds. The boy couldn’t help but find it cool that he could travel this fast through his father’s portal. He looked at himself and smiled, seeing everything of his was intact along with the coat his mother had put on him. Then he lifted his head to look around, only to realize he hadn’t been sent anywhere near the castle’s front door. Instead, he had appeared on a side of the grounds he had never seen before.

"Are you there, Max?" came his father’s voice in his mind.

Angel bobbed his head automatically, forgetting that his father wasn’t standing in front of him to see him nod. So he quickly spoke through the mind link instead. "Yes, Papa. I’m inside the castle grounds, but not inside the castle."

"That’s fine. Can you find your way to the front door? I have my vision set there; I need to see you go inside," his papa said. Angel started to nod again, caught himself, and spoke through his mind.

There was a rotten smell in the air that made him pinch his nose and begin to turn and leave, but the clanging and banging sounds made him stop again and look ahead into the darkness.

"Is somebody there?" Angel asked, his voice echoing back at him. But his words only made the clanging sounds turn into a louder bang and a growl, and his brows shot up.

"I know that smell," Angel muttered to himself and began to run in that direction, his small heart beginning to beat fast in his chest. It couldn’t be what he was thinking, but when he reached the place, he saw it was exactly what he had been thinking.

"Uncle Rav!" Angel exclaimed as he took in the rogue standing behind the cage, hitting his head against the iron and sticking his hands out through the bars to reach him while growling.

"You have turned worse, Uncle Rav," Angel muttered, watching the creature that still had the hair and features of his uncle Rav, only it was covered by bulging veins and wrinkled, blood-stained skin and white eyes, with darkened nails that tried to reach for him. However, he stood a safe distance away from the cell, remembering vividly the way his arm had once been bitten with the skin ripped off.