It was always him. It had always been just him. He was a disgrace, that was true. But at least he received attention from their father. As for Eluscan, Jocasta hardly spared him a glance. Eluscan never understood the reason. He was the eldest prince. Being the first son, he was supposed to be the heir to the throne. He was supposed to be showered upon with respect. And all he ever received was nothing but ignorance from the very father, whom he looked up to more than his life.

Leon was puny, contemptible and a shame to his own species. He should have been born as a mere human if he was going to defy his Dragonesian natures.

Eluscan had witnessed their father expressing absolute reprimands at Leon. Coward, foolish, vacuous, despicable and what not. Leon received the privilege of having Jocasta talk to him, even if it was in the worst way possible. As for Eluscan, who desperately craved his father's attention, received nothing but a single glance. Often Eluscan wondered if he should pretend to be feeble and make continuous mistakes akin to his younger brother. At the end of the day, he did not. His tutors had advised him not to, since Jocasta especially despised weak souls.

At times, enviousness flowed through his veins, thinking how nonchalant and unfazed could an individual like Leon be, even after having the stigma of a disgrace. And here Eluscan each and every day was discovering new ways, turning more ruthless, in order to impress his father. For him to say, I am proud of you, son.

Eluscan did not ask for more. But he always wished more than anything for his father to pay him attention.

When Eluscan became paralyzed because of Alana's unexpected attack, it would be a lie to say that a ridiculous thought did not cross his mind. He hoped for his father to pay him the attention he deserved, at least then. If only he knew that it was an obscure wish that was never meant to be fulfilled. The mother of the girl Eluscan ate to impress his father, that very girl had become a matter of interest to Jocasta. It was as if, he was nothing in front of Alana. And that made the desire of killing Alana once and for all, bloom throughout his poisonous heart in these past twelve years.

"Eluscan," Jocasta's voice boomed through the hall as the now twenty-eight-year-old male bowed at the King, "I hope you will not disappoint me."

"You can have your full faith in me, father," Eluscan stood up straight, a conquered smile decorating his lips, "I have received the opportunity of showing my full strength after twelve years. After twelve years of being a paralyzed nobody."

"Mhm," Jocasta hummed as his gaze went over to the crescent moon up in the night sky, "I want Leon and Alana back. It does not matter if you decide to kill the others, including Leon, but do not let your anger get the best of you. No matter what happens, Alana must not be harmed. Understood?"

With clenched fists, Eluscan smiled, "Yes, father."

But what Jocasta was not aware was of the fact that the resentment towards Alana was stronger than he could ever anticipate. Jocasta once assassinated his entire family; it was a shame that he could not understand the similar emotions igniting within his own son.

As Eluscan exited from the hall, only one thing was being replayed inside his mind.

"Alana. It is time."

"Finally, the day that we have been awaiting has befallen upon us, sweetheart," Mullin, who had long managed to wake up from his state of unconsciousness, laughed out heartily as he took in the view of his Dragonesian wife. All this time, Lena and Cora were successful in keeping Mullin hostage. However, the moment the Dragonesian woman had altered into her true dragon form, the two girls had already run close to others. Thus, the man was left behind.

An everlasting smile engraved Mullin's lips. If only he did not bore the madness in his beady eyes, he would have appeared as nothing but a kind man.

"I dreamt of this day. I dreamt of this day, every single night," Mullin laughed out loud as he approached his transformed wife with open arms, "I could not watch your weakened state and devastated soul each day. It pained me. All of our miseries have disappeared."

The now transformed dragon's slit like eyes remained static over the man who was inching closer to her. The Dragonesian showed no sign of harm towards the stupefied six humans. They tried their best to sneak out of the place quietly before either Mullin or the Dragonesian could notice them.

"I knew it," unexpected tears of elation fell down from Mullin's eyes, "I told you. None but a Dragonesian's blood could cure you."

Alana's eyebrows furrowed as she picked on the words. Not many knew, but she was aware of the fact that Leon's blood was different. His blood did not possess the hue of one of the Dragonesian bloods. Leon had human blood running through his veins. The thought that Leon's late mother could have been a human did cross Alana's mind at times. However, the possibility was less. Considering the rumours the girl had heard revolving around Jocasta Heirora back at the Dragonesian Castle from other trainees; the King detested feeble beings. And he did considered humans feeble, that was not surprising. The shocking thing in the assumption lied in the prospect that he had a child with a woman of the one species whom he despised as much as insects swimming around in sewers.

The theory itself was ludicrous.

"I missed you so much, dear," Mullin's voice visibly shook at the sight of his beloved wife, "I know you have missed me—"

It only took a fraction of second before everything took an absurd and abrupt turn. The six individuals, who were on their way out of the place, stood straight, more startled than ever. The thing that they had witnessed was not only unexpected, but also unbelievable, even for humans who were most familiar with the brutal nature of Dragonesians.

However, they had expected this Dragonesian to display a bit of emotion for her husband, who seemed that he had been doing anything and everything to bring his wife back to her old self.

The Dragonesian woman, now in her dragon form, chomped off Mullin's head as if tearing apart the head from the body of a rag doll. It was a minuscule moment that the entire scene took place. Before Mullin's beheaded body could collapse down on the ground, the Dragonesian woman had already gobbled him up, reminding Alana of that night. The night when Eluscan had consumed Alana's mother with no mercy. But it was different. Eluscan could not eat her mother as a whole because that was not his intention. He did it for the sake of evoking fear inside Alana, or perhaps even for fun or some unknown reason the girl was unaware of. And then he had left the deceased body to be virshed. Evil Class Dragonesians never consumed humans as whole, or out of hunger.

Nevertheless, Dragonesians belonging to the Devil Class seemed different. The Dragonesian in front seemed to be proving why their class had been named so. She seemed to be expressing that Devil Class Dragonesians did not falter before stimulating destruction.

"Run," Alana's pupils dilated when her eyes met with the Dragonesian's. She licked off the remaining blood with her fissured tongue. Hence, giving them a view of her bloody canines.

A ferocious and loud growl erupted from her throat, and soon she breathed out fire. Glowing, purple, burning, hauntingly enchanting fire reached an enormous height in the sky, lightning up the surroundings in the process.

Each one was petrified down to their bones that it became hard for them to make a move. Even for Alana.

When her vicious gaze once again fell upon Alana's, the girl screamed.

"Run, right now!"