Anything For You
Chapter 157

"Your Highness, you called for me!" Trevor stepped inside the meeting room after getting a call from the door guard of Dankein. He immediately left whatever he had been attending to in the middle and came running. Dankein spared him a single glance and noticed his huffing and panting breaths. It was clear that the man a bead loved his life way more than he did his wife.

"I hope your wife won't chip you into pieces head Guard Trevor, for leaving in the middle." Silvan interfere and let Trevor move his gaze towards his formless form.

Trevor felt shaken once again spotting the leader of Dark deadly souls. His sense of being was jerked. All he could do was show a more solid being in his presence. The Dark souls were always in need of a body to use as a vessel and the last anyone wanted was to fall their prey.

But no matter how hard Trevor had tried, Dankein and Silvan both had looked through his trembling extremities. This somehow affected both; Dankein got a bit furious, and Silvan... a bit more satisfied and contended finding that people in the Dream-catchers clan feared him more than they did their king.

Trevor was glued to his spot and his eyes moving with the movement of that Dark smoky form of Silvan. Mustering up his courage, he peeked at Dankein and his now relaxed expressions,

"Mr. Silvan, how... how do you know about...?" He wasn't allowed to complete his sentence when Smoke studded Silvan hovered around him and Trevor felt shackled in the invisible iron chains. He felt that smoke near his neck and then heard him saying, "Because your body is emitting s*x hormones. Also, you not only smell like a man who had been in s*x; but also like a female who was just about to....climax when you withdrew. I hope she will not punish you for this. Especially when you let her closer to you after four long months, Dear Trevor." Silvan whispered the last sentences in his ears so that Dankein couldn't hear it out.

But Dankein had once been a man like Silvan. He knew his ways and understood his actions. The sweat drops dripping off Trevor's forehead confirmed Dankein's suspicions even more precisely.

"Trevor, I called you to know about Timothy," Dankein asked Trevor to let Silvan stay away from him. No matter how dangerous the dark souls were, they were bound to Dankein by gratitude. He was the one who freed them from that dark lifeless halo, they won't do him any harm.

Hearing Dankein, Silvan stepped aside and let Trevor be calm and relaxed. The poor man collected his thoughts,

"Your Highness, Timothy is doing good now. We have talked to him about what happened. He accepted that Mr. Silva and his fellowmen didn't do him any harm. He was just afraid and allergic to the red marker smell. He had been drowsy, but now he is good and able to go back to his post."

"Oh, so that is why my fellow men aren't able to leave that dungeon. You have been using the red maker to captivate them all. Interesting.." Silvan said with a mockery-filled tone. Red maker was the holy herb that bloomed only once in 222 years in the deepest caves of Siesta valley in darkness. People say that it was blessed with holy powers to captivate the dark souls, unless the person using it wants them to be free, they can't move past it.

"I need to be careful. That's it." Dankein answered. He looked at Trevor, whose eyes were fighting hard not to move between the two men ahead of him, one his king and the other formless dangerous curse.

"Bring Timothy here and don't say anything," Dankein ordered Trevor and the latter was just ready to fly away when Dankein stopped him.

"Trevor, after you do this...go back home, and finish what you were doing. I give you two days off." The man blushed a bit and then composed himself. With a bow, he turned around to leave the room when he heard Silvan murmur, "Change your position and she won't bite you then."

After a moment, two guards entered with Timothy behind them. He was ashen and startled spotting the same black dark smoke in front of him. Somehow, he had the bad omen this time and it was much more prominent than the last time. He bowed in front of his king and spared a meek glance to Silvan's smoke form.

Dankein gestured the other two guards to be dismissed and now the only people left in that room were Dankein, Timothy, Alfie, and Smoke Silvan. Alfie meowed slightly and Dankein understood her meaning. Waving his hand, he secured the door lock. Timothy felt goosebumps with that sudden noise and his head automatically whipped towards the closed door. He felt as if his life had been locked and the key was stolen for eternity.

"Timothy, you had always been a great man and you have a beautiful family. But first I want to know if you are loyal to me, your king, and this kingdom?" Dankein asked Timothy softly taking him into confidence, but the latter wasn't a stupid man. He knew what was coming ahead. Composing himself, Timothy responded,

"Your Highness, I Timothy Haha, son of late Smute Hahan, am loyal to my king, to this kingdom and I know what you desire. All I want is my family to be looked after when I am taken over." Timothy's eyes wandered and landed at Dark smoke. Dankein felt helpless.

"Timothy, I have promised Mr. Silvan, and he had promised not to harm your family. When you will be with your family, Mr. Silvan won't be dominant and you will be yourself. You are going a great favor go your king, and your sacrifice will always be remembered." Dankein finished his words and Timothy bowed once again.

Sitting down over the marbled floor, he snuck his head into the ground and discarded his weapons, while waiting for the adverse to happen.

Silvan had already been hovering around him. Getting his prey fallen to his knees and submitting himself to Silvan gave him great pleasure. Although he liked the chase and hunt, yet in this kingdom getting a submissive vessel was something more pleasurable; not to mention in the presence of its almighty king.

"Timothy, It will hurt only a little if you be a good boy. So, take a deep breath and lose yourself." Silvan suggested Timothy who had been trembling like a dead fallen leaf from inside but was imposing like a strong man in front of this dark soul.

Within a swoosh, all the smoke and darkness penetrated Timothy's body making him yell loudly. His cries were so loud that every conscious being present in the castle was informed of what had happened exactly. The pain he felt was so much that Alfie had meowed and hidden into Dankein's arms tightly while tucking her ears together.

The darkness slowly started to take over Timothy's body and his eyes that were originally honey brown turned pitch black with enlarged pupils giving off the aura of death and murder. He had still been kneeling over the floor, but now his behavior was new. The green veins that used to pop on the surface of his human skin were now replaced by black ones and his blood turned many shades darker. He felt his hands, even more, stronger and heat ran throughout his body.

Despite all these drastic changes, his human soul was still fighting hard to thrive. With a last loud cry, the human Timothy was gone and Silvan had taken over him completely. His human soul had been tucked in a corner inside his body while there was left only darkness and he was ruled by Silvan.

Dankein had been witnessing everything without even saying a word. Alfie, on finding the cries stopped whipped its head out of Dankein's lap, and looked at the new Timothy. He no longer was the gentle and calm guard Timothy, but a deadly and dangerous Dark soul master Silvan, who had now got a vessel to channelize his energy while still being his usual self.

Taking a few steps towards him, Dankein kept one of his hands over his shoulder,

"Timothy, are you alright?"

"Tuch...tuch...tuch... what a poor soul! Your Timothy is no longer alive, King Cosh. All you have now is me, SILVAN...." Dankein heard him say these words with dark black eyes and black veins complimenting the aura he had been carrying around. He wondered what was coming next.