Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 476: Of Grieving Barbarians & The Fall of Grealor [4]
[GREALOR]
"Say something, Konstantin... I know you’re going to kill me, but please, just tell me. Me. He’s got to be okay, right?" Gabriel pleaded.
Igor growled in warning when Gabe kept coming closer.
It was as if to remind the man that he was coming to his butcher and that no one would ever be able to save him from Konstantin, but that didn’t seem to worry the man, and it was creepy.
"I’m losing him, Gabriel," Igor began tiredly.
Gabe looked at him in defeat.
That wasn’t enough.
That wasn’t what should have happened.
That wasn’t the outcome that should have been for them.
It was supposed to be better.
Tamiko was supposed to have his happy ending with Igor. He was supposed to be cheery. He wasn’t supposed to suffer, yet Igor was here in the middle of chaos, looking like he had suffered a thousand and one heartbreaks before this.
"You were supposed to be the better man, Igor. The one that didn’t hurt him. What the fuck happened?" Gabe asked earnestly, his hunger for the outcome he had struggled to rewrite reminding him that perhaps he had lost the right to be nosey.
Perhaps he never had that right in the first place. It was not what life had had in store for him, and he despised it all. The way that choices had been made, and he got comfortable with pain, only for Igor to show up without the one man who was supposed to be worth it all.
"There was an ultimatum, Grealor..." Igor began, before letting out his pain on his chest and coming clean about everything to Gabriel.
Gabriel Grealor wasn’t the person that he should have been honest with like that, but he needed someone who didn’t look at him with pity, like the people back home.
He needed someone who would truly understand the extent of loss that he had to face and the possibilities that lingered.
"What the fuck are you doing away from him then? Kill me and go back to him. You’re all he has. All he could rely on other than his father..." was all that Gabe let out like he was suddenly getting the grand epiphany.
Igor wasn’t sure if Gabriel was mocking him or being real with him.
He could see the shock of the truth lingering in Gabe’s face, and he saw the anger, too.
Maybe it was the anger of what Igor had been unable to do, or maybe it was the anger for their fates, but there was no telling for sure which one it was.
"Yeah... That’s the plan," Igor said, breathing in like he was not sure what the fuck he was supposed to do to make the ultimatum go away.
He had a nagging feeling that the ultimatum wasn’t the only ghost they were fighting, but he could only figure it out once the ultimatum was done right.
"Do it, Igor. Finish it and go back to him. He needs you. If giving my life is the only thing I can do for him, then sure, do it. I won’t fight you... Just... Promise me you’ll take care of him. I know I’m not exactly the person to be saying shit like that, but...
"Last week... That was the only way to see him. I won’t ask for forgiveness. Nothing I do will ever earn me that, and frankly, this is my karma for being a shitty alpha and person," Gabe said.
And before Igor could let out another word, the alpha fell on the barbarian’s sword voluntarily.
It was a stark contrast to the rebellion that Igor had been expecting, but maybe life was just dealing with them like that.
There was no telling what was next, but with Gabriel Grealor dead by Igor’s sword, the barbarian was sure the revenge part of the ultimatum was done.
So, he burned the body and the others alongside his barbarians while praying to the moon goddess to make things better for them. It was a lonely prayer, but it was the wonky thing he could afford.
Igor was still angry even though they had flattened Grealor. He hated it so much that he did something that no one had expected... Including himself.
"No one will inhabit this land and region for over three thousand years. Nothing will bloom from here, and all the remnants will die in the next half hour," Igor cursed.
His barbarians listened in silence and watched as the curse took root in the dead land that was since revered by many before this.
Igor Konstantin was not taking any chances with the damn ultimatum anymore. And if that meant that he had to leave a curse on the land that had left so many scars in his heart, then Igor wouldn’t stop. He would do it a hundred and one times without fail.
By dusk, Grealor was in ashes.
The land that had once been revered as the strongest of the werewolf pack was now reduced to nothing because of an alpha wolf who had been so consumed by greed that he never thought that kidnapping the prince was the worst idea.
But then it was done.
Igor could go home now.
The barbarians could breathe now and hope to the goddess that what they had done to Grealor would be stoned for the ultimatum.
It was a hopeless situation, but also one that had them wondering if the sub would ever shine on them again.
’Thank you for standing with me,’ Igor said in the mind links with his barbarians. He was too emotional to let out a word, and frankly, they understood him.
They had done the impossible.
They had flattened Grealor in under ten hours, and now dusk was here, and they were back at the gates of the Kawai kingdom, ready to go on with their lives while praying that the moon wasn’t too cruel to their leaders.
It was a simple prayer; one that was held together by hope.
The hope was just a long stretch of justice that had almost been forgotten.
"Vengeance is done now... Please be okay," Igor said quietly to himself as he looked at the path that led to the palace.
He had done everything to make things right. He had pushed all the boundaries and made sure no one in Grealor or who had Grealor blood survived. That no wolf would ever make it out.
The only one left was Danny... for obvious reasons.
"Go, Igor... Go to Yilena and tell her to put an end to it. You earned the freedom, brother. Go, I’ll take care of our men," Akila said softly, his reassurance and confidence the one thing that Igor had needed the most.
Life had been a bit hellish these past few days, but now that freedom was earned, there was no reason for them not to have a normal life. No reason for Igor to be suffering with Tamiko.
They deserved peace and the mercy that came with peace.
"Okay," Igor breathed, and Akila just patted his back gently before the barbarians went home, leaving Igor Konstantin on the road that led to the place where he was sure a Yilena was at the moment.
He knew she wouldn’t have left Tamiko’s side the entire day, and he wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be consoling or scary for him. Perhaps it didn’t have to be anything, right? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Please be okay," Igor whispered before he began heading to the palace.
