Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate-Chapter 273: The Shackled God

Florian’s eyes narrowed, his body stiffening as he rose to his feet. He approached the window of his chamber, his gaze sweeping over the walls. Every inch of the stone, every pane of glass, was shrouded in sealing spells—fragile, desperate things.

How pathetic.

To think such childish rituals could hold him. Did they truly believe this could contain him? Did they think they had the power to stop him?

He was Ol’gaz. The ancient one. The ruler. The god. The one who had wielded power so great, entire worlds had bowed before him.

How dare these pitiful creatures—these insects—believe they could stand against me?

And it wasn’t just the king and his foolish mistress, who had so blindly trusted in these pitiful enchantments to keep him confined. No, it was also those newcomers—those arrogant fools who thought they could tamper with powers they didn’t understand.

A few days ago, Ol’gaz had felt it—a surge of foreign energy, unmistakable in its intent. It wasn’t dark magic per se, but it was something forbidden, something that didn’t belong in this world.

The intent was unmistakable. They were trying to locate him. No, not just locate. Were they trying to control him?

The thought sent a thrill of rage through him.

"HAHAHAHA!"

His laughter thundered through the dark, empty chamber. The sound was a deep, mocking echo that filled the space, bouncing off the walls.

He would break free. He would bring ruin. The mortals would beg for his mercy, but he would show them none. But for now... it was an effort.

To be honest, it was taxing to remain in this body. Normally, possessing a vessel was no trouble at all, especially when it was someone with a weak mind.

But Florian... Florian’s will was a tougher fortress than Ol’gaz had anticipated. It had been a struggle to bend him to his will, unlike the vassals he had dominated in the past.

How intriguing.

How deliciously infuriating.

He stood before the mirror, eyes locked on Florian’s reflection. The sight twisted his stomach.

This pitiful thing.

The body—so frail, so weak—was a mockery of what he once was. His lip curled in revulsion as his fingers traced the shallow cheek, the hollow eyes.

Pathetic.

Gone was the grandeur of his original form, the terror he once commanded. The mighty horns that crowned his head were nowhere to be found, leaving only this puny shell behind.

His once-fiery, blood-red eyes, gleaming with unstoppable power, had faded into the dull, lifeless gaze of a mere mortal. The sharp, monstrous fangs he had once bared with pride had been replaced by the pitiful, tiny teeth of a vampire—barely capable of rending flesh.

He clenched his fists, his anger rising as the familiar taste of humiliation washed over him. But he was patient. Soon, when this feeble creature finally buckled under his control, Ol’gaz would reveal his true form—the form that had once brought entire realms to their knees.

For now, though... this body would suffice.

His mind flickered with darker thoughts. Perhaps he could just separate himself from this vessel, cast it aside like the worthless thing it was, and take back his original shape. No need to share power with a mere vampire.

But that was for later. Right now, this body was still useful. And he would drain it, strip it bare, until nothing remained but a broken shell. He would use it, wear it down, and when the time came...

Nothing would stand in his way.

Lost in thought, Ol’gaz barely noticed the faint flicker at first—a single spark crackling against the windowpane, where the sealing spell formed an invisible barrier. His gaze snapped toward it, watching with quiet intrigue.

More sparks followed, skittering across the surface like fireflies caught in a storm, the spell’s layer trembling as if something—or someone—was trying to breach it.

A slow, amused smirk curled his lips.

"A summoning spell?" he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied growl. "How dare you?"

Summoning. How revolting. As if he were some lowly spirit, some lesser being to be dragged forth at another’s whim. He had always loathed such arrogance.

And yet...

In his current state, bound and confined within this frail body, summoning was perhaps his one true path to freedom. A summoning could override the seals. It could break them.

Even more fascinating was the nature of the spell itself. This was no forced summoning, no binding meant to leash a servant to its master. No, this was a request—an invitation. Someone out there knew of his presence. Someone knew of his power. And instead of trying to control him, they sought to beckon him.

Curious.

But curiosity alone would not move him. No, he would not yield so easily. Not yet.

Instead, he would watch. He would wait. He would see just how far they were willing to go to reach him. He would gauge the level of their power and how desperate they were to get him.

Would they be willing to submit to him readily? If not, he would devour them.

***

Sir Kai’s eyes fluttered open, and a sharp, pounding pain split through his skull. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to push himself upright—only to find that he couldn’t.

Something was holding him down.

Confused, he wriggled against the unseen restraint, his body sluggish, his senses dulled. The cold bite of stone beneath him sent a shiver through his spine.

Huh?

His legs responded, but his arms... His wrists were bound behind his back, the rough bite of restraints digging into his skin. His ankles, too, were bound together, limiting his movements further.

For a trained warrior, getting to his feet—even in such a predicament—should have been simple. And yet, as he shifted, the world around him blurred, the edges of his vision swimming.

"Mmh...?" He blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into his sight. The haze refused to lift.

It took several violent shakes of his head before his vision steadied—though the haze still clung stubbornly to the edges.

Slowly, the shapes in front of him sharpened. Bars. Thick, unyielding metal. Beyond them, cold stone walls loomed, their rough surfaces damp and unforgiving.

A cell.

His gaze flicked upward. The ceiling was low—too low for him to stand fully upright, but just spacious enough for him to sit without discomfort. A prison designed for confinement, not cruelty.

How did I end up here?

Sir Kai forced his sluggish mind to rewind, tracing back the last thing he remembered.

He had been outside a manor—a seemingly unremarkable one. He had been stalking the perimeter, watching, waiting. Then... an opening. A way inside.

Or at least, that’s what he had thought.