Chapter 210 - 210

"This is ridiculous." Ares mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "We can't just stab him and see if something will happen.

"My whole life has been ridiculous lately I am not that surprised" Mark said considering everything that has happened to him the last few months. From a young and rich college student he had passed to living in a werewolf hotel to end up in a palace with immortal elves. Anything was possible, nothing could surprise him anymore. He was starting to get some kind of resistance to it. 

"Please let's try it. If I die, I won't blame you. I swear." Alexander said and Ares burst out laughing. 

"Why does it matter if you blame us or not? You would already dead." He explained and Alexander looked away shyly. This needed to be done, for everyone's good. The Great White Wolf would not only be a huge aspect to the werewolf pack, to Luke but to the elves too. If they helped him he would be indebted to them for life and elves always remembered the debts, they were owed. Alexander even if he didn't want to he would have to help them one day, if they needed him. It was a rule. 

"I will owe you for the rest of my life. You know that right? Elves always liked to gather favors. As many as you want." Alexander told them and Ares grinned. His red eyes lit up at the word and he took a step forward, staring intensively at the wolf. 

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, his white teeth showing from his perfect smile. 

"Yes. I am sure." He told them and nodded. He raised his shirt again showing the seal and turned his back on them. "You can do it" he announced and closed his eyes, shutting them with force. He had a frown on his face, his heart racing as he awaited to feel the pain of the upcoming death.

"I will do it" Ea informed them and grabbed a golden dagger from his belt. The blade was sharp, clear metal as it showed his reflection.  The small elf sighed, dissatisfied with everything he had to do the last few days. From cleaning and calming Theseus' nerves as if he was his therapist to trying to win his husband's favor and the last and most impressive part literally stabbing someone in the back. After all these were over he would take a long vacation. There was also the matter of his virginity that he needed to deal with. He was worried about every aspect of his life. 

He placed his cold palm on Alexander's shoulder, the boy flinching obviously, his breath getting short as he froze in his spot. Ea twisted the dagger between his fingers, remembering the sensation of holding a weapon. It has been a while since he had used it and it almost felt foreign in his hands, even though it was especially crafted for him like most of the weapons of high officials in the elf realm. Theseus' sword, Ares double swords and even Allias' spear were all locked up in some kind of storage, bitter reminding of the war, he was the only one who still kept his weapons close. Just in case he needed to protect Theseus, while he was king. 

"Prepare" he warned him and pulled his arm back, angling it to the center of the complicated seal. Mark's eyes widened and he turned around, not wanting to see up close such a thing. He wasn't prepared for this story to turn into a splatter. 

The first thing Alexander felt was the cold tip of the blade then the bone breaking pain. The sharp dagger ripped his sensitive skin like it was a block of butter, entering the inner parts of his body, passing through the fat, the muscles and reaching the bone of his spine. A loud scream escaped his lips, even if he wanted to remain quiet and show he was strong, that he could endure it he couldn't stop his eyes from watering or his voice from echoing everywhere. It was too much. That pain. He felt it a second time too. When Ea mercilessly removed the dagger from his body, the object following the same course but reversed. It was horrible. Alexander thought as he fell to his knees, sweating profusely. 

"Shit…" he groaned, his palms grasping the grass as he tried to breathe. 

"Now you need to bleed out. Get as close to dying." Ea explained and Alexander screamed again when the elf stabbed him again. This time at the top of the seal and then a third time at the bottom. When he was done his blade was painted a vibrant red, no signs of his reflection on it anymore.

Alexander landed on the ground face first as he bled out, his body twitching, his eyes wide open, all of his muscles tense. 

"Make it stop!" he cried and smashed his fist on the dirt. He couldn't stand this. After a while his whole body was getting numb, his eyes suddenly turning incredibly heavy. The twitching stopping by the second and a few mumbled words escaped his lips, sweat everywhere on his body giving him a faint glow under the moonlight. He wasn't breathing. He looked dead. 

"Is he dead?" Ares asked Ea and kicked him slightly on the leg. He wasn't moving at all, his body completely relaxed. 

"I don't know why are you asking me?" Ea exploded at him, anxious that this didn't actually work and that he was wrong.

"I thought you knew what you were doing!" Ares shouted and Ea shot him a death glare. 

"I took a necessary decision! There are always risks!" They kept bickering for a while. Mark had now turned around staring in disgusted Alexander's bloody body when he, first noticed something different. 

"Umm, guys the seal is gone" he said and pointed at his back. 

"I think we should get going too. If we don't want to die that is" Ares said and Ea nodded. Grabbing Mark's hand and running away.