a desk,” he said in his defence, and I had to say his act before today would have been quite convincing, but then I had to question just how many years he had been this convincing? For this wasn't something that had simply occurred in the last few weeks, months, or even years. No, a plan of this magnitude took decades at least, meaning that the brother I once knew who stood before me now had been nothing but a lie.
I was killing mad, beyond furious and I wanted to make him pay. But the conflicting feelings inside me were ones I wasn't used to, for it wasn't often that I had to fight against someone that I cared about or considered family. Thousands of years we had been brothers, fought wars together, battled realms of Hell to possess what we did now. But, fuck me, he was practically a King of this place for I was hardly fucking here! And I had been happy to let him rule in my place, what more did he fucking want?!
None of it made much sense, but then again, without knowing the reason from his own lips, then it never would.
I motioned the McBain brothers closer, letting my brother see openly so he wouldn't suspect anything more except believing what I had to say next concerned them also. However, the moment they approached close enough I asked my brother about the witch.
“And tell me, brother, what was it that you found out?” The moment I said this, and he heard me confessing his connection to me in front of others, he knew something was wrong. He knew he'd been discovered for his look of shock turned into a scowl. Then, before he could act, the brothers sprang into action, restraining him either side, at the same moment I took hold of his neck and squeezed. I held on tight in an unyielding grip as I choked him of air, having to force myself not to go too far and snap his neck.
“What is the meaning of this?” he wheezed out, and I got closer to his face, and snarled,
“The meaning of this is treason.”
***
A little time later I was in the dungeon wiping the blood off my knuckles and doing so with a crack that happened upon straightening my fingers. I had worked over my brother pretty good and with every single blow I inflicted, my soul darkened further. I had felt every hit delivered as if it had been to my own gut, as to know that my brother was a traitor it was like swallowing acid, one that churned inside of me and stayed there.
It was a pain I had once felt before, only not in this life but that of my first, for I would not speak his name, vowing never to do so once he passed. As for my brother, he was currently chained to the wall at eight different points of his body, and each chain was connected to different points in the room. This may have seemed overkill, but it was so he had no means of escape through a quickly created portal. He had fought all three of us to get him down here and in truth, this had been where he'd sustained most of his injuries. However, every time I inflicted more, each one had healed, meaning it became a vicious circle. For I only ended up splitting the skin once more. Fuck, but he was practically healed already, and I had only just finished punching him bloody, breaking his nose, jaw and cheek bone. But no matter how long I had been at it for, he still would not confess.
All I had wanted to do was leave to go and find my girl, but unfortunately, I also knew that without me here he would have had the power to manipulate others to let him free. Meaning I had no other choice than to play his jailor and leave the retrieval of my Chosen One in the hands of others. I had sent the McBain brothers to look for her, after first retrieving Trice to aid in their search.
It pained me to do this but having my brother escape, knowing that he was the one who had been pulling all the strings was far more dangerous.
“I want a confession out of you,” I told him yet again.
“Then you'll be waiting a long time for it is not one I will ever give you.”
“You won’t give