have been a better opportunity to lie further? To once again send me further down a rabbit hole of foolish hope to get lost in. Another fool’s errand to grant him more time? Or was this my brother’s version of just giving up? Did he foresee the inevitable death coming closer and decide there was no point prolonging the wait?
In truth I had no idea what was going through my brother’s mind, for it was one I could not access… not unless he deemed it so, and there had been little point for he could have easily manipulated what I saw. But this endeavour had not been through lack of trying, for I had been trying to attempt it since the very first time I stepped into his cell after he had been forced into his chains. Before I have given in to the impulse of beating him to a bloody pulp. One he merely healed from over and over again.
“Any news of them yet?!” I asked with a growl of words as my commander Carn’reau walked into what was now unfortunately my office.
“I am sorry to inform you of this, my L…” I sliced an impatient hand down and snapped,
“Cut the ‘lord’ shit and get to it!”
“The remains of the portal master were found.” At this I closed my eyes and let my head drop, asking in a dangerous tone,
“Any sign of them?”
“No, there is no signs of them, but a struggle definitely occurred. And there is something else.”
“But of course there fucking is!” I said cracking my knuckles with a squeeze of my thumb in my fist.
“The portal master, he too had a hex cast upon him.”
“Fuck!” I snarled slamming a hand down on the desk and feeling it crack.
“What is being done?!” I demanded.
“Witnesses remember seeing your Chosen One.” At this my attention was fully on my commander as my head snapped up.
“Explain it all to me and leave nothing out.” After this Carn’reau explained that my girl had been seen in some shithole tavern the night before. This was confirmed by everyone that was interrogated, as her movements were easily tracked from the very first instance she got off the boat. But of course, they were, as my troublesome little human was bound to get the attention of every fucking demon with the ability to see!
But these accounts were anything from her knocking on doors that surrounded the dock, asking for aid to much worse. Naturally, in the height of my anger, I wanted to go and kill every single one of them that refused her. But pretty soon, my anger was directed at yet another, this was the moment I heard the account of her trying to get into the town itself and being chased by a gatekeeper who tried to kill her.
She managed to get herself into a tavern, where it was clear she got into even more trouble. Thankfully, this was when one of the McBain brothers had intervened and I was frustrated to find that it was Trice. I was caught between a dagger’s edge and a sword’s blade for as much as I wanted her to be safe, the idea that she was being so in the arms of that Scottish bastard had my body close to becoming inflamed with fury! Especially seeing as I knew how much the fucker wanted her for himself!
However, the only good point to this account was the fact that Trice had saved her from her current troubles, and from the sounds of the screams that were heard, I can only deduce that the hex was thankfully removed. This, for obviously reasons, was the hardest part, as to know of her agony and being forced to listen to accounts of the sound of my Chosen One being in excruciating pain was never going to be easy to listen to.
It was at this point that I hissed,
“I should have fucking been there!” Wisely, my commander did not comment for in that moment it was clear I was killing mad and ready to rip anyone’s jugular out. Doing so with little encouragement needed for if they had merely said something I didn't like the sound of, it would have happened. But then I knew that my guilt was also fuelling the rage that drove my actions to want to kill. Because just the thought of my girl lying in agony and being forced through the physical and mental torture of having a hex removed was like having my