A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 187: Oh Wait, My Mother Is In Heaven

Chapter 187: Oh Wait, My Mother Is In Heaven

Draven grabbed hold of Caesar’s leg which was meant to strike him and flung him away, sending him flying and crashing onto the wall.

Caesar plummeted to the floor and groaned. "Shit!"

Olive and Lucien flickered their eyes, shocked. Strong! That was their first thought.

Caesar stood up to his feet with a sinister smile on his face.

"Urgh, I underestimated you!" His tone sounded as though he were disgusted by himself or perhaps his thinking. He spat out the blood in his mouth and stretched out his sharp, long nails.

"I cannot remember the last time I got this serious in a fight. You’re a good opponent." He smirked and attacked once again with a display of acrobatics and finesse, launching a series of lightning-fast kicks aimed at Draven.

But these were to no avail, as Draven was luckily able to grab hold of this neck and mercilessly punched him directly in the face. This impact broke one of Caesar’s fangs, causing him to immediately tremble.

Caesar widened his eyes and slipped off Draven’s grip. He nervously touched his broken fang and looked at Draven as though he would murder him with eyes if it were a possibility.

"You devilish brat!" he yelled, this time in pure anger, and began to frantically fight Draven. He was no longer amused.

Draven scowled, repulsed. "You may be ancient, but that does not mean you are stronger. Even my father has gotten stronger than you. Do not look down on me, Caesar. I am not that boy you once knew," With that being said, he twirled the knife and began to send a series of slashes against Caesar’s body, which Caesar unfortunately could not dodge.

To end it all, he gripped Caesar by the hair and slammed his face against the wall, breaking the bone structure of his nose and face. But he was not going to stop.

He continued banging and smacking his face against the wall so much that even Lucien and Olive, who could not stand the brutality anymore, averted their gazes and covered their mouths.

This was another reason why they feared Draven. He was merciless and brutal. When he decides to hurt someone, he neither has control nor holds back.

Caesar, whose face was completely smeared in blood and disfigured, groaned in deep pain.

Draven squatted down and stared at him. "I’m not done yet."

One by one, he broke all Caesar’s limbs and used him for football for a few minutes. Having gained enough satisfaction from it, he dragged Caesar across the room by his hair and pulled him outside.

The second the sun touched Caesar, he began to scream in agony, unable to bear the pain.

"How does it feel? It hurts, right?" Draven squatted and peered at him while he burned like a steak.

He folded his arms around his knees and laid his face on his arms, intending to watch him burn slowly.

"You bastard child!" Caesar cursed at him.

He made a huge mistake! He made a huge mistake! Was this what pride causes? He believed he was stronger—he did not think that he would be dying at the hands of a boy whose father had murdered his mother in cold blood.

Draven let out a soft breath. "Say hello to my mother, Caesar. Tell her that I miss her."

But then, as though having recalled something, he blinked his eyes. "Oh wait, my mother is in heaven."

"What the fuck do you mean by that? AHH!!!" Caesar screamed amidst his words in pain.

Draven supported his cheek with his balled fist. "You are going to hell. You cannot be in the same place as my mother. You are filthy." He shrugged and stood up to his feet.

"No matter how much you commoners try, you can never be as strong as royalty," With that said, he turned around and left the sun, leaving Caesar to burn to his death.

He approached Valentine, who was half unconscious on the floor and grabbed his hands, bringing him up to his feet.

"Wake up," he said to him.

But Valentine was unmoving. Having no other choice, he piggybacked him and began to walk out of the mansion.

"Lucien, help Olive." Draven’s tone sounded very displeased, making it very obvious that he was not in a good mood.

He sat Valentine down on the seat of his car and glanced at Lucien. "Loui will come to pick you two up, so wait here patiently. Have Olive treated immediately once you arrive home, alright?"

"Yes, Don." Lucien nodded.

Draven shut the door of his car and started the engine. He drove off and sped off down the road to return to his estate.

He was not going to take him back to the royal mansion, with his state that looked as though he were on the brink of death. He has no explanation, as he knew Old Master Lenort would question him.

Upon arrival back at the mansion, he stopped the car and stepped down.

This was his villa, and Avelina was still there. He had left her in the care of his maids before he rushed off at Olive’s call.

He carefully helped Valentine out, and Piggy backed him. "I don’t remember when you became so heavy," he was muttering to himself, hating the fact that he had to piggyback him.

He approached the door, and the bodyguard proceeded to take Valentine from him, but he shook his head at him.

"Let him be." Draven walked past him to enter the mansion. He made his way to the living room and strolled over to the guest room. He moved inside and advanced toward the bed to lay Valentine down.

He took a long, deep breath, exhaling, before going ahead to call Mr. Jean. Since Avelina’s incident, he has kept his number in case of any upcoming casualties.

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Avelina stepped out of Draven’s bedroom in the villa. She was finally dressed in a new set of clothing consisting of just Draven’s hoodie. It was quite big, therefore becoming almost like a knee-length dress for her.