Darkness ~Zayn Malik~

Nineteen

Prince Stolas • London, 1594

"For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

The line confused me as Shakespeare scribbled his final line of his play.

"Her Romeo?" I asked. "Wherefore the bloody hell is Romeo hers? Shouldn't the lady beest his?"

The bloke just smiled and looked at me. "Thee doth not understandeth, Dark Owl. Believe you me," He closed the cover of his book. "Women art the dominant gender. Those gents art not the weak ones. Women wast chosen by the stars to bringeth life and those gents own men. Those gents has't power ov'r men. Humanity by the present day is too young to realize t, but at which hour enough time hath passed, our race wilt realize that women rule us all."

"Women?" I laughed. "At which hour wilt thee realize that thee art a no more brain than stone fusty sir?"

"At which hour the one I love kicketh the bucket and I kicketh the bucket with that lady. Then wilt beest the day that I wilt beest released from that lady entrancement." He grinned and placed the thick book into his rucksack before blowing out his candle.

I just looked at him, wondering how this man could be so stupid. Women are ours. We are not theirs.

•••

She's fucking gone.

She was there one moment, and gone the next.

In my several millenniums of existence, this was the first human I had wanted. And just like that, she was gone.

I saw her blood on my hands now as I sat on the burgundy comforter on my bed looking at them. Where the hell is she? It's been a week and I haven't been able to reach her through her mind.

Questions had been on a constant feed since she vanished. Several irrelevant and others truly serious repeated in my head many times as I tried to wrap my head around the situation. Most of all, where the hell is that Prophecy?

A hand on my bicep pulls me from my deep thoughts. The demon's warm breath on my naked back was unsettling.

"Stolas?" She's awfully close to me. But then again, we were closer just a few hours ago, tangled in each other's limbs.

"That's Prince Stolas, Mishka." I snapped.

"Forgive me, sir," She says. "But what is the problem? What is troubling you?"

"We must find Anastasia. Before it's too late."

"Too late? Too late for what?" She was a young and stupid demon.

"Too late before it settles in what this Prophecy actually is." I ran a frustrated hand over my face.

"The Prophecy is the Understanding between vampires and demons." She furrowed her too-perfectly shaped eyebrows together.

"You naïve juvenile," I chuckled. "Can't you see what is happening?" Dark thoughts swirled in my head. Beautiful things were happening in my head at what I would do to Bael- I mean, the boy.

"I apologize sir, but I'm not following." Mishka trailed off dumbly.

"That offspring that Anastasia was carrying is not just vampire and demon. Because of her and me, being who we are, that baby is future ruler of Lucifer, Hell, and all demons. That boy is Bael's replacement."

"You want to replace your own elder?" She sounded almost reprimanding. "How dare you?"

"Never talk to me like that again." I hissed at her. "Bael has been in power for too long. It's not a good ruler either. Bael needs to be swallowed by the light."

"The way Bael rules is perfect for our existence!" She stood from the bed, causing her large breast to bounce lusciously and my loins to slightly tighten. But I ignored the lust I had towards her.

"Sit the fuck down." I growled at her. She sat beside me and placed her hand on the inside of my thigh, lightly running her fingers on the hair on my legs. My dick tensed and became harder by the second. She's good at this.

"Forgive me, your highness, for I am a bad girl. I must be punished for my rudeness." She purred, causing me to become fully hard and erect.

My breathing quickened slightly as my desire for a sexy body grew ten fold.

No matter how many years I had existed, nor how many women I had been with, I could never turn down a woman.

Women were the fruit of this world. So divine and beautiful and oh so curvaceous. A nice ass and nice tits were all it took for me to want a woman. As long as they weren't the type to expect me to slay and stay.

When I ravished my woman, I was gone. I was never that type.

Until Anastasia.

Everyone expects demons to have no feelings. To have no emotions at all, but we do. In fact, we have the feelings of an angel. That's pretty much the equivalent to a human female during her menstrual cycle.

And did I have my emotions.

Everything she did was perfect. Every tiny step she took. Every laugh or giggle she had ever had was entrancing. I couldn't believe it at first but I wasn't a fool. The feeling inside of me had been described many times in many different aspects.

I was in love with her.

Love made me recall a memory I held close to me. One that could be the most corny, cliché, and unexpected memory a demon could have.

I remember when I had met Shakespeare.

He was in the midst of writing his famous "Romeo and Juliet" when I was to give him an omen about his imminent death. We had exchanged few words about the omen because when I saw him write his last line, I was truly shocked to find what he had written. But now I realized it. Now I had finally come where his words rang true to me.

Women ruled men.

Anastasia had been mine for nineteen years. She had been my deepest desire and only now did I realize that she wasn't mine. I was hers. It was now, that I would do anything- be anything for her. She was my world, my moon, my stars, and my sun. Nothing could compare to her beauty.

The feeling of Mishka's mouth on my dick distracted me. Oh fuck.

She swirled her tongue around my tip and I immediately saw Anastasia in the lift. The image of her lips wrapped around me drove my hand to capture Mishka's blonde curled hair and pull her down onto me.

She gagged and my eyes rolled back into my head as her throat convulsed around me, massaging me. I then began forcing her up and down my dick, seeing brown hair in my hands and brown eyes when she looked up at me through thick long eyelashes. Anastasia. Baby.

My head leaned back as I groaned while Anastasia milked me for my cum. It was like she was hungry for it. Like it was the only thing she consumed. From the way she was sucking me off, it didn't take me long to nut down her throat.

"Fuck." I groaned. After Mishka swallowed, I shooed her out and sat on on the other side of the bed to look outside through the curtains. But I didn't really see the outside. I only saw her. Her brown eyes. Her brown hair. Her pale but colored skin. I had done the entire once over of her... Staring out a fucking window.

I let my body fall back onto the bed in frustration, wondering where the hell she was.

My sigh interrupted the silence in the room while I stared up at the ceiling. The white ceiling that stood over my wife as she gave birth to my son, only to be taken from me by the blasted Heavens. They could all go to Hell for taking my family.

After a minute or so, I finally cried for her.

I cried for my Light in the Darkness.

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If you see mistakes, please do not hesitate to tell me. All help is appreciated!

Anyone need Shakespeare translations for what was said earlier in the chappie?