Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 496

Chapter 496: Destruction_Part 1
“Papa!” Angel called as he also landed a few distance behind him. Rohan’s steps came to a sudden stop, but he didn’t turn around even as he heard Angel’s feet running the rest of the distance toward him.

“Papa, Enny has babies! Has Mama’s baby also come? Papa, I almost ate Abigail too, but I controlled my hunger. But Papa—” Angel spoke with the full excitement in his heart, believing his father had returned carrying his mother and the new sibling with him. But when he ran and came to stand in front of Rohan, his words died on his tongue and the smile vanished from his lips.

His eyes, which had been shining with joy, dimmed so fast it was like a candle snuffed by a harsh wind. And the smile on his face fell away completely. His father’s eyes looked nothing like the father he knew, dark, hollow, full of something broken beyond words, but that wasn’t what made Angel stop smiling. It was the body his father held in his arms, wrapped tightly in a sheet that was stained all over with dried blood.

Just as he had thought, his mother had delivered her baby; it was tied against his father’s chest for safety and he could see the tiny fist rising up. But Angel’s eyes stayed on the wrapped body, on the blood he recognized the scent with a sickening certainty.

“Papa… why can I not feel Mama? Where is Mama?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the bundled form in his father’s arms and the blood that smelled like his mother’s. “Papa…” He finally looked up at his father’s eyes, pure black but still leaking tears that rolled silently down his cheeks. Angel looked back at the sheet, then up at his father again.

“Papa… is this Mama?” he whispered, his voice so small, trembling like the wings of a terrified bird.

Rohan had come back with only one purpose: to keep Belle’s body safe, to bring his daughter to Evenly so she could take care of her, and then return to make everyone pay for his loss. He had no intention of sparing anyone, vampires, demons, humans, and reapers, they would all feel his madness and loss, for they had taken the most important person out of his life.

Rohan had thought he no longer had anymore tears to shed for his wife, or that he could no longer feel and had come to keep his daughter in a safe hand. He had never expected to face his son first. How could he tell him that he had failed to protect his mother? How could he tell a boy who loved his mother more than anything in this world that she had been shot, killed before him and he couldn’t do anything to save her life?

When Rohan still said nothing, Angel opened his wings and lifted himself up so he could reach his father’s height. With trembling hands, he reached forward and pulled the sheet away from the face of the one his father carried.

Angel froze the moment he saw the face.

He touched her cold cheek with the tips of his fingers.

“Mama,” he called softly, as if trying to wake her from some kind of deep sleep, a sleep where she wasn’t breathing and her heart wasn’t beating. “Mama…” he called again, his voice tiny, tears filling his eyes until they spilled over, his lips quivering helplessly. “Papa, Ma-mama is not waking. What happened to Mama? Mama, open your eyes!” He cried, reaching out to shake her arm, but there was no response, not from the decomposing corpse that had once been warm and alive.

“Papa… I… I can’t feel Mama anymore. I can’t feel Mama soul… where did it go? Papa, I want my Mama back…Mama, open your eyes… Angel has been real good for you… Mama!” His voice cracked into a sob so heartbreakingly raw that Rohan could no longer hold back his own.

Rohan fell to his knees. He gently laid Belle’s body down, then pulled his son into his arms, against Roseline who was whimpering. Angel clung to him, crying out with a grief too big for a child’s body.

“Mama… I want my Mama… Papa, bring… bring back Mama… my heart… is paining…”

“I’m sorry, son,” Rohan whispered, voice shaking. “I can’t do that. But I will make everyone pay. The world will grieve with us. Every single being will feel it.”

Rohan let his son cry himself out in his arms, where Roseline picked up her own wailing as well. He let them cry as silent tears left his own eyes, and when he couldn’t wait any longer to get even with those who had pushed his wife to her death, he gathered Angel in his arms and went into the castle, heading toward the underground house. The door was impossible to open from the outside, but not to Rohan, who knew the in and out of the castle.

When it opened, he didn’t go in. He set the crying, grieving boy on his feet.

“I… I will kill who took my mama. I will make them go through pain. I will—” Angel was saying through his sobs, gripping his chest as the pain of the loss was so much he couldn’t take it.

“I will do it myself, Angel. I will kill them for you,” Rohan said as he untied the sling from around his neck that held Roseline. He didn’t want to look at her face, for she reminded him even more of what he had lost, but he would keep his promise to Belle to take care of their children.

“All I need you to do now, son, is look after your sister for me. Go to Evenly and stay with her.” Rohan handed the bundled baby to Angel, whose shoulders and body were still trembling and whose tears were leaking uncontrollably from his eyes. The boy was hurting, but Rohan was hurting too, far too much to be a comfort to anyone. The only comfort he knew existed now was revenge. The elders… and his own sire… they would burn for this.

“I… I want to stay close to mama…” Angel sobbed as he took his baby sister into hands that shook, unable to remove the image of his mother’s dead body from his mind.

Rohan cupped the boy’s cheeks. “I will take her somewhere safe. You just look after Roseline for me, hmm? I want you to always remember that we love you, your mother and I. Love your sister the same way and be there for her.” He swallowed the hard, aching lump in his throat and gave the boy a little push toward the door, but Angel turned back with those pained, sorrowful eyes that felt too old suddenly.

“You… are leaving us too, papa. Let the baby and me come too. Don’t leave us… I will be good and do what you say if you bring me to where you take mama…” He took a shaky step toward Rohan.

But Rohan shook his head and nudged him gently behind the door.

“I promise to keep you safe. The safest place you’ll ever be is under here, away from me. The whole world is about to go through a real war, and I don’t want you caught in it. Now go in.”

He began to close the heavy door, but Angel’s luminous eyes stayed locked on him, glowing with grief and a sudden fury that made dark veins appear on his skin and his eyes to turn murderous.

“Papa… mama is my happiness. She makes me feel good, she makes me want to be good and not hurt anyone. I can never be happy again without her, and I can never be good without her. I want to hurt everyone who hurt her. I want to give them pain, papa.” His voice was shaking, furious and broken all at once, his arms tightening around Roseline as if she were all he had left. “Let me go with you.”

Rohan closed his eyes briefly, devastated. Then he shook his head.

“Stay with Roseline. That’s what your mother would want. She wouldn’t want you killing and getting blood on your hands.” He had promised to be a good father, and a good father he shall be by not allowing his son to carry blood on his hands. If there was someone who should do this, it was him, him alone. “Goodbye, son.”

He pushed the door shut. Before it sealed completely, a heart‑wrenching sob ripped out of Angel’s throat, so raw it scraped straight through Rohan’s chest. Rohan knew, without a doubt, that he would not stop until justice was paid in blood.

Rohan walked away from the castle without a backward glance and went to carry the corpse he had kept in the yard.