The halo bread episode 50

THE HALO BREED
SEASON 4
RAGE
EPISODE 1
It had been three years since the Hadesians poured into Densua.
The once-majestic city was now a hell zone!
First there was the stench!
So many bodies had piled up across the great city because the Hadesians preferred the blood of the humans. Some of them ate the flesh too, but only out of hunger. If anything, they preferred the raw meat of livestock, and so gradually livestock began to be scarce in the city.
The Hazies – half-human and half-monster – fed voraciously on animals and humans, but even they could not eat up all that wasted flesh that lined the city, and so the rotting flesh began to smell absolutely violently.
As Grace Klubi soon began to find out, the Hadesians did not care about stench. All they had was a passion for the blood of humans, and their wish to expand over the earth. They reigned in terror, and began to move out of Densua into the nearby towns, bringing in more victims.
It became a matter of fierce survival in Densua and the surrounding cities. The great people had now become food to the Hadesians and the Hazies. Thankfully, the Hunters preferred plants and mud, and did not kill them.
Appreciately, livestock and workers within the palace had been spared further atrocities by Lord Lastor and his cohorts, and so food remained relatively abundant in the palace.
Grace made sure that Dawn, who was still staying in a shed, was taken care of daily with meat. The king was also living in one of the cottages near the palace where there was a constant supply of vegetation for him.
Since that dangerous and highly volatile incident in Lord Lastor’s room, Grace Klubi had changed suddenly.
She was now shocked at the compassion she felt when she saw the suffering of the people. In a way, she held herself responsible for all the decay. She had wanted so much power that she had been prepared to do anything for it.
Since infancy, her heart had been filled with coldness and a desire to hurt innocent people. She knew she was not exactly a citizen of Densua. Her nightmares and visits from entities that had appeared to her at various stages of her life pointed to the fact that she was more Hadesian than human, and that was why she had fallen so much in love with Lord Lastor.
But that had changed the day she watched Lastor murdering Kobby Obeng’s wife by tearing her to pieces.
And then there had been that horrible incident in Lastor’s room when she had confronted that handsome and devilish Halowan Breed! She had felt his potent rage, and experienced that moment of absolute horror when that boy had tried to kill her!
Growing up in Densua, she had been cherished by men. Grace had seen the looks of love and lust on the faces of men, old and young, and had realized early that her beauty would always dazzle men and make them puppets she could tweak around her finger.
But not that boy!
Even when she had seen her standing still in her glorious beauty, there had been rage on his face, and hatred in his eyes.
Why?
What sort of boy was he?
She had wondered, ever since, if perchance he had seen her not as she was, but that spiritual realm had warped her face into the semblance of a hag, or witch. That was the only way she could explain his raw fury and hatred.
Indeed, she had wanted to ask Lord Lastor that question, but she had been afraid of his reaction should he think that she was still thinking about that horrible boy.
She wondered what had happened to him.
He had been on fire before he had wrestled the Sword of Hades from her hands, something that had terrified Lord Lastor. But he had been on fire, and surely no living thing could survive a combustion like that, no matter how strong and efficient.
However, Lord Lastor had still not been able to move beyond Densua and its environs and lay the rest of the world to waste as was his intention. That simple fact told Grace that maybe, just maybe, that Halowan Breed was not completely dead.
One part of her wished the breed was gone forever, but another part of her felt reluctant misery at such a possibility. Not that she had any affection for him, no, far from that.
She wanted the threat that his presence provided over Lord Lastor for the simple reason that as long as it was there, the Lord of the Hadesians would not take her to his bed!
As long as the Halo Breed was alive, Lord Lastor would need her V-rginity and her supposed claim on the boy, so he would not think of making her his.
How times had changed!
The first time she had set eyes on Lord Lastor, and k-ssed him, he had been so glorious, so handsome, the ideal prince and husband she had been waiting for all her life! But now, the thought of lying on his bed and feeling him making love to her simply turned her stomach!
Was it because she was growing, or it was something much more alien than that?
That evening, as she stood in the roof garden and looked out across the waste that Densua had become, Grace Klubi of the Skits was filled with dread for the future. She knew this decay could be the story of the world soon, a total Doomsday on earth, with all humans reduced to the category of Hunters, Hazies, and food for these Hadesians! They would turn the world upside down, and there was nothing to stop them.
Only the faint notion that somehow, somewhere, on some forbidden level, a hærd-eyed, handsome man with no fear in his heart, was still alive, and was still a threat to these Hadesians.
“Are you alive?” Grace whispered softly. “Or you perished?”
“You still have thoughts of the Halowan Breed?” came the dangerous growl of Lord Lastor behind her!
As usual, to catch her unawares, he had appeared behind her but remained invisible, as he had the ability to do.
Fear crystallized in Grace’s heart, but she knew how lethal it could mean to her, and so she did not turn around but forced herself to speak nonchalantly, almost petulantly.
“I do not think of that despicable being,” she said coldly. “I am just unhappy that I still remain untouched by you, my Lord. For I know that as long as he’s still out there, you and I cannot consummate our love, and it is a situation that sorely irks me!”
His booming growl of a pleased laugh sounded at her elbow as he slowly made himself visible to her.
“Do not worry, my cherished princess,” he said. “That situation is going to change soon. He lives, yes, he lives. But the Oracles say he comes soon, and we shall defeat him right here! After that, you and I will experience the joys of the body together!”
Grace turned and looked at him demurely.
“I can’t wait, my Lord!” she whispered, and then she linked an arm around his neck, drew his head down, and k-ssed her gently even though her intestines knotted at the extreme revulsion she really felt.
His breath, as always, was bad with stale blood and flesh, and the prospect of k-ssing him was now both fractious and repulsive.
He chuckled with pleasure and gently car-ssed her br-ast through the dress.
“The day comes soon, lovely princess, when your body shall grace the bed of your Lord! But first, we must prepare for the return of the Halowan!”