Wife of The Demon Prince
Chapter 201: His past (part 1)

Chapter 201: His past (part 1)

Merek left the Boxton mansion with his mind wandering back to his past before becoming one of the crown Prince’s trusted men.

His birth mother was technically a whore, who’d spent all of her life in the whorehouse sleeping with different men to make a living. She’d conceived Merek not even knowing which of her men was his father. She gave birth to him in that same whorehouse, and then blamed the innocent child for her misfortunes.

_You are a mistake in my life! If I hadn’t given birth to you, I’d have still been the most expensive woman in this house! You ruined my greatest chance to impress the rich men.

His mother would always curse at him and beat him up. Later she was thrown out of the Whorehouse with the five years old Merek because no man wanted to pay huge on her anymore. She then moved in with one of the drunkards who was her acquaintance in the Whorehouse.

Merek’s life was even more miserable in the man’s house. Whenever the man got drunk, he’d beat up the small boy until he couldn’t move anymore, and what was worst, his mother wouldn’t do anything about it and only encouraged her man to beat him more.

_I don’t care if he dies, at least I’d get my peace when he’s gone. Beat him up some more to teach him a lesson never to open his lousy mouth to complain about the food given to him.

Although, Merek had turned nine years, he still looked like a six years old kid. He looked unhealthy skinny and small. He’d be the one to do the filthy house chores and even washed his mother’s clothes with his small hands, if he didn’t get it right, he’d receive another round of beating from his mother’s man.

Later when he turned ten, they were finally tired of him, and thought to make some money out of him as well, his so called mother and her man sold him off to a slave establishment. They branded his shoulder with a slave mark. At that time, there were more than hundreds of children slaves in the establishment. They were disciplined severely for their little mistakes. Sometimes from the harsh hard work and punishment, a dozen of children would die a day and more would be brought in to replace them.

It became such a quick turnover, he could never remember the person sleeping next to him on the cold ground of the slave rooms.

Soon, Merek was finally sold to a well-known rich household. And the man who bought him, gave Merek to his young son, Ivan. Ivan had terrible anger issues, he was literally a psychopath. When he gets angry, the whole mansion would go crazy to calm him down even if it meant killing.

Merek was twelve at the time he became the psychopath’s slave boy.

_You low life slave! Lick the damned dirt off my shoes before I chop off your tongue!

Ivan would get mad at any slightest things and would pour it on the young Merek, who was also extremely stubborn, and wouldn’t do as he was told. When Ivan ordered him to lick off the shoe with his tongue, Merek just stood with an indifferent face, his fist tightly clenched on his sides.

Ivan’s anger intensified at Merek’s stubbornness, he then ordered the male servants of the mansion to hold him down on his knees. He took the hot coal iron and pressed it against Merek’s chest, melting his rest side chest skin. Merek cried in agony, but the psychopath only laughed out loud in joy seeing him in pain.

_Next time you’d know to obey your master’s command, slave boy. Lock him up in the basement!

At Ivan’s order, Merek was locked up in the basement for two nights. The first night, he cried silently with no sound, but hot and pained tears poured out his eyes uncontrollably. He laid on the basement cold floor with his chest burning. The pain was excruciating. On the second day, the burn blister and the skin around the area blacked. Even after the burn healed, Merek would still remember the pain and imagined as if he was being burned with the iron all over again.

Ivan would always hurt him everyday. At first Merek thought it was because of his stubbornness, so he started to do everything he was told, but later he realized that Ivan did everything purely for entertainment. Sometimes he’d be locked in the basement and be fed spoiled food, he would fall sick and shiver on the cold floor, but there was no one to console him nor tend to him when he threw up.

With all those harsh treatment Merek received from Ivan, he started to grow numb to everything around him. He got used to the dark, he got used to the pain. However, his heart was filled with hatred for his so called mother, he blamed her for everything that was happening to him.

When Merek turned fifteen, he decided to escape from the psychopath’s clutches, however, he left the mansion with one thought in mind, ’I will come back to get back at you, Ivan.’ He’d sworn to get his revenge on everyone who wronged him. Including his mother and her man.

Merek went ahead and joined the assassins guild. His mind was set on his revenge. He spent four years training in the guild. Their training was so intense and life threatening. When he suffered various abuse from Ivan, he’d never felt the threat of death as closely as he did in the assassins guild. Each day was like walking on thin ice, and the slightest slip up could spell doom.

There was a rule, once you joined the guild, there was no turning away. He’d sworn an oath to follow their rules. Their instructor was strict and was hellbent on making them lethal killers.

At that time, Merek lived without thinking, he only moved when the instructors told him to move, and killed when they told him to kill. He was simply an empty puppet that moved on their commands, and it never occurred to him that something was deeply wrong with his life.

Merek grew older and gradually began to draw attention for his outstanding skills, all the instructors knew him. Every mission that was assigned to him was successful, he killed with no remorse. Against all odds he graduated from his hellish training, he was nineteen by then. And was ready to start taking his revenge on everyone who had done him wrong.

However, Merek had killed countless noblemen as an assignment to pass his test in the assassins guild. Without his knowledge, soldiers had began to look for him. At that night, he first went to the Whorehouse, and burned the entire building down with people inside. He then made to his so called mother’s house where she lived with her man. He walked inside the small house with two daggers in hand, soon a loud scream was heard from the inside.

__Why don’t you just go and die! You will rot in hell. You will never find peace in life for killing my man!

__I despise you, I regret the fact that you were brought into this world! Ahhh!

Merek came out of the house with blood dripping from the two daggers in his hands. His black orbs looked as cold as the night, before leaving the place, he set the house on fire and walked away with no emotions on his face.

On the other hand, the soldiers trailing him soon caught him off guard and knocked him out. He was then taken to the palace for trials after he was imprisoned for weeks. However, the king put his case in the hands of the young crown Prince. The first time he met Hamon, he was staggered by his overwhelming presence alone. It was not an emotion that could be described in words, but he understood why the young man was a Prince.

Hamon was different from the others, and at first sight Merek knew he was superior to anyone. The crown Prince was also young, and looked the same age as him.

As Merek was brought to the interrogation room, Hamon ordered to be left alone with him. His red eyes flashed as he glanced down at the bloody beaten Merek who was shirtless and had burned scars on his chest.

_Why did you kill them?’ Merek still didn’t know exactly what Hamon meant then. But instead of answering, he foolishly stood up and charged at the Prince angrily. And so, they began to fight in hand combat in the spacious room. Hamon was the strongest opponent he’d ever fought before.

The Prince dodged all his attacks swiftly. Merek who was already drained of strength from all the torture in prison, didn’t have much strength to fight for long. Why was he even fighting the Prince? Before he knew it, Hamon sent him flying across the room with a leg kick to his chest. His back hit the hard wall with a loud thud.

Merek sat on his knees in defeat and lowered his head.

_You are a tough one. Trying to fight me in my own territory?

Merek heaved in his last breath as he suddenly felt the cold steel touch of Hamon’s sword on his neck and knew it was over. He closed his eyes shut as he awaited the last blow...no pain came. He opened his eyes. And Hamon stood there staring down at him.

Merek spoke in a raspy voice, _ Kill me already, Prince...

Hamon tilted his head to the side in amusement, _ I am curious to know, so answer me before I kill you. Why did you kill your mother?

Merek looked up at Hamon with his emotionless black orbs, _I killed her because she brought no good to me, she was useless and doesn’t deserve to live.

Merek lived a life without any other driving purpose, and he had nothing, death was simply a constant companion. And this was the moment to meet his companion. Merek spoke in a weakened voice, _ Please kill me already, I don’t want to be here anymore...

For some reasons, Hamon grinned at him darkly, _I think I’ll be the loser here if I kill someone who already wants to die desperately. Don’t you think?’ Hamon dropped his sword from Merek’s neck, _I will keep you hostage until I feel like killing you again, there shall not be any trials, you will be kept under me until the day I choose to kill you.

That was Merek’s first time meeting with the crown Prince.

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