Chapter 124 - The Eccentric Noble Vampire Lord

"Lead the way."

Phobe tried to gather some courage to meet the noble Lord, he could refuse but it was of no use because the man was standing before him took the liberty of being the 'angel of death'. So, it was the best to follow the man, Phobe knew his decision would drag him into the lion's den but he had to give it a try.

[ Somewhere in another dimension ]

A man was sitting on a throne, with a long stem wine glass in his hand filled with some red liquor, he was devouring the taste comfortably without any disturbance, as the courtroom where he was seated seemed to be 'playing' the deadliest 'silent' music of grim reaper. 

A long black carpet was stretched up to the ingress of the hall, opposite to his throne, to welcome the poor souls who dared to step into his territory. The empty hall room didn't have open windows to give any clue about the deadly place, the man was residing in yet a few round ventilation holes were illuminating the courtroom but even the light avoided to fall onto the man's scary silhouette. 

His surroundings seemed awfully dangerous, similarly the man had a black visible smoke around his muscular silhouette, he looked someone with high authority and powerful person the way he was carelessly sitting in the cosy posture, placing his right leg onto the knee cap of left while his pitch black clothes added fear to his personality, along with the addition of his demonic red eyes and weird sharp cuts of beard.

"My noble Lord, The man is here."

A sentry appeared in his sight with another man, the trained assassin was serving the tasks of a sentry who was a vampire himself, was clasping him by the collar so firmly that the mere guard seemed powerful comparable to the prisoner.

"Good, finish the task early, only a few sips are remaining in my glass!"

The noble vampire Lord glanced at the sentry warning him to proceed before his liquor could finish, while his face grimaced with disgust upon seeing the prisoner, who seemed to be trying hard to utter anything, maybe he was endlessly struggling to beg for mercy but the noble vampire didn't seem to be in a mood to spare him anymore.

His lips were sewn with a black thread and the sharp needle was still dangling from his sealed lips, the prisoner's flesh was bleeding while his clothes and the rest of his appearance was untouched, as if his lips were the only place where he was punished for kissing some other man rather his lover, Iñigo De Raizel.

Just then the door of the hall opened and the messenger arrived with Phobe, the mighty Lord kept sitting in the very same posture while Phobe felt his wriggling legs betraying him, he could hear his heart beating abnormally and could hear the 'ba-dhump' voices in his ears.

"My dear, Phobe! I'm glad you made a wise choice of coming here on my single call."

The man sitting on the throne licked his lips to wipe off the liquor while he addressed Phobe in an unexplainable manner as he overlooked him, it wasn't anger or hate, or any emotion of poisonous evil rather it was something else.

"I'm at your service, my Lord. His highness has demanded my presence, how could I not come!"

Phobe immediately bowed down to him, as to provoke that sinfully handsome beast was similar to invite the wrath of God, just then his eyes landed on the prisoner who looked nothing like a 'guilty of charge character', rather some elite man.

"I believe that you are aware of my ways of working, Phobe. I have an easy peasy task for you and I hope you won't do anything foolish such as to step back from your words and disobeying me."

The noble vampire Lord gestured his sentry with his hand, who simply nodded and before the prisoner could react, he cut off his neck.

Phobe couldn't keep himself to watch and cope with the movement of his eyes with the certain activity, when the prisoner had died an imminent death, the sentry lift his head up by grabbing his hair and began to fill the glass with his blood which appeared by magic. Phobe was already terrified knowing the rumours about that noble lord but now he had witnessed his tyranny and madness, which justified the title 'eccentric' given to him.

He wasn't afraid of the act of killing as he had attempted such things himself, rather he had realized the noble Lord's hunger for blood which made him almost limped from horror, and acknowledged the powerful beings hiding around him as the sentry had performed the task of killing with his long nails.

The sentry stepped forward, heading towards the throne and presented the wine glass to the Lord, who resumed his speech again facing Phobe while his demonic red eyes could see through him.

"Or else I won't hide it any longer that you are in contact with the runaway princess of vampire kingdom, you know Phobe, my tongue can slip any moment."

Iñigo De Raizel, the Vampire noble Lord, raised his eyebrows and spoke carelessly to make Phobe realise about the circumstances he could fall under, if he ever tried to double cross him, as the noble Vampire was known to be sly and eccentric. 

"I-I understand my Lord, I will do my best and would not dare to go against you."

Phobe submitted himself to his demand just as the noble Vampire Lord had expected after showing him the little act of killing his former lover and waited for him to disclose the task for which Phobe was summoned. 

"Bring me, Sinclair MacLaverty!"

The Lord sipped on the 'blood liquor' as he stated, while a smirk graced his red lips. Phobe was left in a daze after hearing about the task, which was assigned to him and seemed suspicious. Why would such a mighty Lord summon him for bringing Sinclair, when he could have sent some powerful men to capture him?