✔𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

Chapter 115: A Soulmate Always Senses (EP. 01)

"Wha–how?! How did you get past the Ignaeran guards?!" Aiden gasped, resisting the urge to wrap his hands around the scarred man's neck and choke him to the deep depths. Abaddon laughed as if he liked his own joke, before ferociously surprising Aiden with an inflamed hand on his forearm.

Aiden growled lowly, before chuckling. The fire didn't burn or scorch his skin, in fact, it didn't cause a single damage. Being fifty percent flame bender sure had its resistance perks.

"So who's the demon now? How did you get those?" He interrogated. Abaddon twirled his inflamed hand around between amused sniggers, "Oh, that artifact from the museum sure was peachy."

"How could you?!" Aiden roared furiously, his fists locking around Abaddon's neck. Abaddon thrashed in his son's sudden attack, "Accusing me and mama for being demons, but you... You're worse. YOU'RE SO MUCH WORSE!"

"Can't argue with that, fire brat. I am who I am."

Aiden laughed bitterly, hiding the fact that every nerve of his body is electrified in nervousness, "So you accept it? Who you really are?"

"Less talk, more action!" Abaddon spun before reappearing with red, slitted eyes which are completely fixed on Aiden's glowing green ones. Every inch of his being trembled in anger before he threw himself on Abaddon, numerous veins in his wrists and neck glowing in a golden rod color.

Heat creeped up to his palms; then to his arms, then to his eyes. Aiden's chest rose and fell, overwhelmed by the new burst of power. Abaddon grew weaker and weaker each passing moment power was taken from his possession, his slitted red irises fading back to the normal green.

Aiden panted heavily, eyes radiating blinding light before turning to Abaddon himself, the older man's hands rushing up to his face to shield his eyes from the intense radiation. Aiden roared furiously as if he was a predator— burning fury recognizable in every way possible in him.

He sent Abaddon flying towards the Big Delilah's fore sail's pole. A massive crack formed on the damaged wood, before it began to fully fall down. Abaddon grunted in pain, the heavy chains still in his grasp.

Aiden, still blinded by his anger, walked slowly towards his prey. Abaddon whimpered in fear, before swinging the heavy chains in Aiden's direction.

Aiden's beastly strength tried to pry off the chains, but it wrapped itself so tightly around him, the fire king couldn't escape. Abaddon huffed and took full control, pulling the edge of the shackles with timely recovery. He heaved the chains and the trapped man before hoisting the shackles up to his shoulder.

Aiden thrashed furiously, digging his boots on the wood hard, struggling to stop the older man from walking further and dragging him to walk the plank. Abaddon lifted the shackles and released it; the abundant amount of force causing Aiden to automatically lose his balance to the edge.

The King of Arendelle's eyes lost its radiating glow— his green eyes contorted in fear as several planks of wood fell to the deep waters, the awful realization crossing his disorganized mind that he will soon follow by those broken pieces of wood.

Abaddon shot him a toothy smirk, mercilessly grabbing the younger man's hair to pull his head closer.

"I sure do hope you know how to swim, fire fiend."

Aiden gasped, "YOU MONSTER!"

"I wonder what will your beloved wife say after she heard the devastating, untimely death of her husband?"

Abaddon loosened his grip on the shackles, before finally releasing what was left in his drenched grasp.

The last thing Aiden felt was the harsh, cold texture of the deep waters, the heavy chain tangled around him adding more speed to reach the bottomless depth. His lungs desperately begged for air— his thrashing sure didn't help but worsen his situation.