On My Way: The Demon King Made Me His

Chapter 146: Trapped inside?

Emperor Tai let few people follow Volca the moment she stepped out of the palace. Volca was smarter than that, she took turns and and flew away turning into her true self. She could only imagine what it would have been like if she let anybody else deliver the letter hut herself. Since nobody has seen her trueself was pretty easy to fool others. She saw Huo inside the Water Palace and she delivered the letter successfully, but since there were people on her tail, she did not interact with him. She went back to the castle, the dinner was still going on. Emperor Tai was drunk as a monkey would be, showing all tantrums. He looked filthy and unclean, and did not have the matter nor elegance the Emperor should have. Volca shook her head in disappointment, but also glad that she did not get his single trait except the eyes.

"Dear girl, come over here," he called out. 

"Your highness, why don't you go to bed," his eunuch suggested. 

"That would be the best thing to do, take him," Volca backed the eunuch. 

"Your highness, please," he begged. They were all getting tired, looking tired and still on duty. Volca hated it. She shot a look at him and waited for him to leave. It is then a thought occured to her. She decided to utilise the chance. 

"I will do it," she volunteered. Eunuch did let her at first. She got irritated. "I said I will do it, I was not asking for permission," she said said angrily a little. The eunuch looked at her carefully and then her eyes. He immediately took a step back. He bowed and he left. Volca did not understand what just happened. She did not care about it and helped her biological father stand on his legs, taking him away from the hired maids.

"Come on," she struggled while holding him. He reeked of alcohol drinking too much of all kinds of drinks. He smiled. 

"Just how fast the life changes," he started sharing his philosophical thoughts and Volca got tired. "If only I was real, real Phoenix, I could have done wonder, did marvellous things and not deceive people like this," he said. It appeared that he is conscious of his own deeds and still choosing to do it all. 

"Why don't you remain silent and move along with me so that we reach your chamber your higness?" She said to him. 

"Hmmm? Highness? Call me father," he said. Volca looked around quickly to see if anyone heard the conversation and she took a deep breath, in relief. 

"Will you please remain silent?" Volca got really angry.

"Yes daughter," he said and then he shut him mouth. They reached his chamber. Guards opened the door for them and Volca took him straight to his coat.

"Holy moly," she gasped. He was pretty heavy. She pushed him off and stood with her hands on her hip and wiped her sweat from the forehead. "Where is the key, I will take you!" Volca asked randomly to see if there is anything going on with him. She asked randomly to check whether she will get a breakthrough. Instead of answering her, he got up. It was more like sleep walking. He got up from the bed and walked towards her.. And stopped on a certain position on the floor. Suddenly something moved on the floor and opened an entrance. 

"What?" Volca was surprised. "Oh the secret chamber," Volca talked to herself. The old man dropped back on the coat unable to walk and slept loudly. He tested her, trying to wake him up. But his heavily drunk state was hard to handle and hence let him sleep peacefully. She noted how he opened the door. She slowly walked towards the entrance and looked down. The stone carved stairs leading to a tunnel like area. She lighted the tunnel and walked forward. The either side of the tunnels were portraits of the people she had never seen before. The portraits of the Original Phoenix family. She stood there staring at them for some moments. She touched one of the portraits of the Princess holding a baby boy in her hands. She touched the face and took them back. She wondered about all the misery the princess had to go through before she was killed. The rumours about rapes. It crushed Volca's heart. It.made Volca feel disgusted of her father even more. She walked forward again. There were some huge painting hung on the either side of the walls. She carefully checked the signatures. They all belonged to different Realms and it appeared Tai took them all away from them. She reached the end of the tunnel and then reached a new entrance, which opens to a room. She walked in holding on tight to her purple claw sword. She entered the room and saw the amazing treasures. Her jaw dropped. "What the ..." 

"Is he a king, or the thief..." she wondered.

She couldn't believe that he had taken away all the important treasures of the Water Realm. The room had a door leading to another room. She carefully checked everything in the room and walked to the next one. She saw something like a coffin. She walked closer and jumped out if horror. A preserved dead body. She stepped back immediately. Her heart pounded loud. "What in the universe is this?" She said out loud. And she once again took few steps forward and checked the coffin. An old man all wrinkled and turned black due to the preservation. "Who could this be?" She thought carefully. She leaned and looked at the dark wrinkled face. It had an awful rotten smell coming up from the body. She covered her nose and took a look closer. And she found the similarities. Then at the right time she recalled seeing a portrait on the tunnel. She remembered it well. The previous Emperor. The realization struck her hard. She noticed the operations done in the body, the stitch marks, and wounds. It then occured to Volca why Emperor Tai would have chosen to kill his own father. She walked out immediately, she ran through the tunnel, but it seemed endless and dark. She lights she lit were all turned off. "How?" She wondered and walked slowly, unable to see anything. She used her powers and lit the lights once again. She spotted the staircase. But unfortunately she found no open door on the ceiling. 

"Holycrap," she said. She climbed the stairs and looked more door. Little did she know that her father's intention was to lock her up originally. 

She checked all the possible ways, tired all magic, yet nothing worked out. "Shit am trapped," she cursed out loud. 

Tai inside his chamber, stood on top of the trap door, smiling and sipping his wine. He looked normal. He was sober. He was putting up a great act. He succeeded in his plan of trapping his daughter underground to keep her safe. 

"Stay there for a while," he said and walked away. Since it was sound proof. He could not hear a thing from Volca who kept screaming and shouting to open the doors. He also was sure that Volca would have seen everything inside the underground chamber. It was even more of a threat and a reason to why he should imprison her. He sat back on his bed and invited the maids who were waiting outside his room. He let the women walk towards him and undress him. One took off his pants while one took his robe off. The other one rubbed and massaged him body. It felt so good for him. They laid him on the bee and the three started working on him. Kissing him, rubbing him, and even sucking him. He enjoyed it all and laid there looking at the ceiling while he has been being taken care off with three on top on him. The three had great cooperation and moved in a similar rhythm with the Emperor. The experience also made him last long. He laid there freely, playing with the different set of tits and teasing them, while letting the women take the lead down the road. The three doll like pretty maids afraid of the King, made sure they satisfied him well before they left. The moment he fell asleep, the three maids ran for their lives before he did something to them.

Volca used all her strength to break the ceiling. But her powers did not seem enough to break this particular barrier. She understood and accepted the reality and tried to find alternate ways to escape having the image of preserved dead body in her eyes. She did not wish to become one like that. 

"Huo will you come and save me?" She said. She settled down on the stairs. She took her tiny dagger and sharped it well, rubbing them on the stony edge of the stairs. She sharped all her weapons that way except for the sword that has its own life. It then occured to her. She got up immediately.