Hector didn't know why the Fae Crown Prince had summoned him. But one thing he remembered with chilling clarity, was the moment Lucieth slaughtered an entire line of Lord vampires in cold blood.
There had been joy in the prince's face then. Unapologetic, savage joy. Until he reached Hector. He didn't see the lord vampires as someone who had the right to breathe. They were merely abominations in his eyes. However, Hector himself questioned this many times. He didn't choose this for a long life or wealth. He chose it to reach the King of Kings. To kill him.
And in that moment… when he was standing in front of him, something shifted.
The glee of killing vampires faded. Lucieth's hand faltered mid-air, just a twitch, a tremble, subtle enough that only Hector noticed. Their eyes had locked. And in that shared gaze, Hector felt it. An invasion of emotions, a conflict. He doubted to kill him and Ren's intervention was quick to save him.
