The Dark Fairy King
Chapter 66: Get Me Out of Here

Chapter 66: Get Me Out of Here

"Scarlette!" I yelled. "Lumera! Devran!"

But my voice was swallowed in a sea of screams as the Mages dragged the Fairies away, one by one.

The voices called, laced with increasing desperation.

"Get me out of here!"

"Please!"

"I don’t want to die—"

But it was useless.

Powers failed.

Cries failed.

And one by one, the Fairies fell.

Nathaniel laughed while he watched chaos unfold.

"Don’t worry about your sigils..." He drawled, "If you haven’t noticed, you can call me by name now." He laughed diabolically, then his tone darkened. "It will be the last name you will ever call."

"Nathaniel you bastard!" Someone screamed before being dragged away by a Mage.

Then, someone recognised me.

"There he is!" a Mage shouted. "King Veravos!"

"Get him!"

I tried to summon the shadows—tried.

But nothing came. The sigils, the sheer amount of it had bound me too.

"Come on, Veravos... come on..." I growled, clenching my fists.

But there was only silence.

The Mages closed in, feeding on my helplessness.

Nathaniel stood at the pulpit, Midnight Orchid in hand, looking down at me like I was something stuck to the sole of his boot.

"Pathetic," he sneered. "The higher they are, the harder they fall."

His words came at me, hypnotic and crippling like they were laced in magic disruptive to the darkness in me.

"Did you call me pathetic? I am not the one with just a single Midnight Orchid and a whole room full of Fairies," I taunted, panting between breaths.

But he seemed unfazed.

"Good point, my wise King." He smirked. "Excellent last words."

Just then, a Mage lunged towards me—

But then—

A blade spun through the air like a boomerang, slicing past the Fairies without touching a single one.

A clean, practiced arc—

The Mage behind me dropped with a thud.

"What is this magic?!" one of them shrieked.

"Not magic," came the smug voice. "Just skill."

Devran burst from the crowd, grinning like a maniac, another blade in hand.

"Miss me?" he chuckled, yanking me off the ground.

"Wait... You’re saving me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Oh, I’m not done being your ex-nosey neighbour and current council member just yet," Devran smirked as he set my footing right and leaned against me, back pressed to mine.

I grinned.

The Mages hissed and regrouped, hands glowing blue as new sigils shimmered around them in a dome.

Devran’s smirk wavered as their numbers grew.

"At this rate, I’ll have to use the prison orb and take everyone with us. Good idea?"

But I wasn’t listening.

My eyes were locked on the stage.

Scarlette.

There she was, struggling, trying to yank the Midnight Orchid from Nathaniel’s arm.

"No!" she yelled. "You will not use the Midnight Orchid on the people."

"Fine, if you insist." Nathaniel grinned. He turned and pressed the Midnight Orchid against her, and it left a mark on her skin.

Scarlette froze in shock and turned to face me.

Her eyes met mine as her body unraveled into a soft red mist.

"Unleash chaos. Your turn."

She mouthed the words—then vanished completely.

"No!! Scarlette!!!"

The room exploded.

Not with fire. Not with sound.

But with me.

I couldn’t believe it. I wouldn’t.

Was Scarlette gone just like that?

The Fairies cried.

"My Queen!"

"You killed our Queen!"

"Bastard!"

I was done.

I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t sad. I just wanted destruction.

For a long time I was worried if the darkness within me would annihilate everything so I held it under tight reins. But no more.

The chaos called within my cold heart.

The sigils of broken wands in the room started to shake violently.

The ground cracked beneath my feet.

Chandeliers shattered above.

Benches splintered like matchsticks.

Dark tendrils poured from beneath my cloak, slithering like hunting beasts.

The walls pulsed with shadow.

Even the light was swallowed whole.

"More sigils! Contain him!" Nathaniel screamed.

Too late.

Because I was not going to keep my darkness on a leash.

This was the time to lose control. Completely.

I raised a hand—

The shadows obeyed.

Mages were dragged to the floor, shrieking.

Bones cracked.

Limbs snapped.

I was done playing fair.

I flung the Mages across the cathedral like broken rag dolls.

Chandeliers fell on them, furniture fell on them.

Their screams echoed. Their whimpers?

Music.

Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Because I was afraid of losing myself.

But without Scarlette, it didn’t matter anymore.

Let them fall like rain.

And they did—

Over and over, as my shadows tore them apart like wolves with teeth.

Even the Fairies stared—frozen, terrified.

The sigils flickered—cracked—shattered.

Lumera looked at me in horror, but Devran shook her, mind still on the task.

"Lumera. Save the Fairies!" he yelled in her face.

Yes. That was all Lumera needed. Focus.

From her hands, twin lasers of pure light erupted—sharp, steady, unyielding.

She cut through the sigils with the precision of a surgeon and the fury of someone who had had enough.

The Light Fairies gasped.

Then understood.

Devran moved with her, blades raised, shielding her from the storm.

And Lumera? She didn’t flinch.

One by one, she freed the bound.

One by one, the Fairies ran out of the dark cathedral.

Dark tendrils coiled tighter around Mage throats, dragging them down like prey.

I floated now, cloaked in shadow.

"Help!" the Mages screamed, but Nathaniel ignored them.

The fallen Mages shivered as darkness cloaked them, and I couldn’t help but mock.

"What’s the matter? Afraid of the dark?"

They turned as pale as sheets.

And I left Nathaniel untouched.

Why?

Because we always save the best for last.

But Nathaniel looked up from the stage, unafraid, as I hovered closer.

"And you think I’m the villain?" he scoffed. "Look at them, Veravos. Look who’s afraid of you."

I turned.

My palace workers.

My Fairies.

They were trembling.

Terrified.

Of me.

The final Fairies slipped out the cathedral doors.

And as I turned back—

Nathaniel drove a blade into my chest.

"Your sacrifice will do just fine," he whispered.

"Struggling already?" he mocked. "This blade is imbued with all sorts of spells against Dark Magic."

I collapsed with a single, heavy thud.

Consciousness flickered.

Faded.

The shadows loosened.

The tendrils froze.

The Mages turned to Devran and Lumera.

Nathaniel kicked me aside as he moved towards them.

I did not feel pain.

Only helplessness.

Lumera summoned Light to blind the Mages while Devran used his blades to strike them.

Some Mages fell. Others ran—but none made it through the exit.

But through the blur, I saw it—

A stream of faint red mist creeping in from every door, every crack.

The sigils on the walls began to break—one by one.

Lumera’s powers grew stronger as the sigils cracked.

I could see her summoning a barrage of Light balls while standing in a pillar of Light.

I was borderline proud of her despite the circumstances.

Then—

The same red mist curled over me.

Warm. Familiar. Comforting.

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even speak.

But I felt it—like a thread pulling me back from the void.

The mist slipped into my lungs like breath.

Into my blood like fire.

And for one aching moment, I thought I heard her voice.

"You’re not done, Veravos. Not yet."

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t even a whisper.

But it was her.

Scarlette.

The woman who once feared her own strength—now saving mine.

I rose from the ground.

The wound in my chest sealed slowly.

Red and black mist flowed from my body, turning grey—straight toward Nathaniel.

"What new abomination is this?" he gasped as an identical wound opened in his chest.

"Giving you a taste of your own medicine," I said, smirking.

"Yes!" Lumera cheered.

Devran grinned.

Nathaniel staggered. "You’ll regret this..." he wheezed, groaning on the floor in pain.

"But you’re being a sore loser," said a familiar voice behind me.

Scarlette.

She emerged from my shadow—alive, defiant, and furious.

"You’ve been beaten, Nathaniel," she said coolly. "Relax. Accept your martyrdom."

She actually used his words against him. Those beautiful, beautiful words.

I turned and pulled her into a trembling hug.

I cried.

She kissed me—soft, sure.

But before I could say a word, she pointed behind me, face twisted in horror.

The injured Mages...

They screamed as they were turning into shadows, dissolving into black mist and spiraling into the mirror.

Nathaniel looked on in terror, dragging himself toward it.

"Help me, great scholar!" he begged at the mirror showing his battered reflection, blood still pouring from his chest.

"Ha. It’s all for nothing after all," Devran scoffed.

And then—

In the mirror—

A figure formed.

Familiar.

No.

No. Impossible.

Judorah.

Nathaniel knelt, choking. "Knowledgeable scholar Haroduj, we will pull you out of the mirror world..."

My stomach dropped.

Haroduj.

Of course.

Judorah.

It was just like Scarlette said.

The same person.

It all connected—violently, horribly.

"It’s her," Lumera whispered. "The one who wore my skin."

Devran’s growl was low and deadly. "She’s behind all this?"

The mirror pulsed with darkness.

"Hello, Veravos. Scarlette. Lumera. Devran..."

Judorah’s voice curled from the glass like smoke.

"It’s been a long time."

"Please!" Nathaniel begged. "Great scholar, help—"

A claw erupted from the mirror and seized him.

"You have served me well," Judorah drawled as she dragged him in.

His scream was raw, high, and helpless.

Gone.

I stood there, breathless, chest aching.

My thoughts a blur.

My heart racing.

"And I have you four to thank for your sacrifice of the Mages," Judorah laughed, her voice echoing through the cathedral.

"I can finally get out of here."

Crap.

We hadn’t stopped the ritual.

We’d completed it—for her.