Eon's resentment ran deep. He was angry with the Nocturnus Council, his father and the entire universe. In three days, he would be wedded to their Queen, Elisabeta. This monarch has reigned for many centuries in Veilmark and it was no news that she never dies. But her human husbands did.
Eon had been chosen by the goddess Valeria, the Overseer of humans and the immortals, to wed Elisabeta until his time ends and he passes on. Just like the men before him.
He ran away in the middle of the night a month ago when the news arrived at his doorstep, to escape his fate. Exhausted, he fell asleep in his tent deep in the forest only to wake up back in his bed at home. There was no escaping the goddess…or Elisabeta.
Eon seethed with fury over his fate and cursed his father, Ifram, for consenting to the deal. He found sturdy ropes, tied them around his neck and hung himself from a tree. An hour later he woke up, fully healed, in his bed once more.
He stopped trying to die and instead devised a means to end Elisabeta for good. Even if it meant losing his life for treason. He would be the bridge between the past and the future. No man must be subject to the cruel fate of marrying any of the immortals.
A stake to the heart was all it would take. He would be ready.
A letter arrived from her again. Elisabeta sent letters to Eon everyday since the news of their nuptials, expressing her eagerness to see him again.
Yes. They met one warm afternoon five years ago while he was hunting in the forest. He'd never seen her before and thought she was the most beautiful lady he'd ever laid eyes on. Slender, such pale skin, and sparkling eyes as blue as the sky.
She made him laugh, and he forgot about hunting. As they talked, time seemed to slip away. He didn't want her to leave but she had to. “I hope to see you again, Eon,” she said shyly. “My name is Elisabeta.” And like a flash, she was gone.
He was stunned for days, wishing she were human like him so they could be together, and not one of the creatures responsible for the death of his kind. Now fate sought to mock him by bringing them together.
Eon never responded to any of her letters.
On their wedding night, he wasted no time in driving the wooden stake through her heart as she lay in her bed. Elisabeta sat upright with a loud gasp as her hand gripped the end of the stake, pain and betrayal etched on her beautiful face.
Then a menacing grin slowly crept across her face as she tsked. “I thought you would be different. We could have been good together. Alas, Eon. Like my past husbands, you'll meet the same end.”
Eon froze in shock as his undead bride glamoured him into obedience with her hypnotic blue eyes. He obeyed her will, serving faithfully until his last breath.
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