Chapter 51 - The Locked Emotions (2/2)

”No! He is!” I shouted at her. ”Get off my case!” I felt my anger boil. Who was she to lecture me? I picked up my sword and swung it at her.

Quickly, she ducked under my wild swing. Standing up, she stuck her hands out.

Black chains began snaking up my legs, quickly binding my entire body. A burning sensation coursed through my body, causing me to drop my sword.

”Calm. Down.” The chains got tighter.

I remained silent. Persephone picked up the sword and placed it off to the far corner of the room.

”Let me try this.” Persephone closed her eyes and took in a deep breathe. ”Calm.”

In an eerily similar fashion to before, I began to feel unnaturally calm.

”Xavier couldn't have saved Mordred, he was fighting C'Dor!”

Her words finally pierced through the haze of rage. ”Then why-” I choked, unable to bring myself to complete that thought.

”Just tell me what is wrong?”

She kept pressing, her voice becoming more and more gentle. I sat back down, but I said nothing.

Sensing my reluctance, Persephone stopped. She leaned back in her chair and we sat in silence. Only this time, it was comforting.

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”You asked for me?” I knelt down in front of Astaroth.

”How is he?” Astaroth's voice was unnaturally loud, echoing off the walls of this massive throne room. C'Dor stood off to one side, disinterestedly tossing a knife at the wall. The clanging of metal against stone grated my ears, setting me further on edge.

”Mordred is currently in control. I currently have him believing that I am helping hide him.”

”Good, are you keeping him at your safehouse.”

”Yes, he is still in the campgrounds I set up.” I kept my head low, allowing my hood to cover my face. If I get caught, everything ends. Thanks to my stalking experience as a hunter, I could bȧrėly keep my voice steady and my heart rate normal. The experience was still nerve wracking.

”Yes, sir.”

”Also, how goes the mission?”

”Persephone and Solskin are excellent fighters, not to mention Epoch and Savah from the royal army are now providing ȧssistance. Things are… going slower than anticipated.”

Astaroth stood up. ”I expected as much. I have enlisted some help. Meet Vis.”

I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around and glancing up, I saw an elven women. Her skin was a dark gray and eyes crimson red. Her black clothing was accuentated by the shine of daggers and vials of various poisons and acids.

”Hello there.” Even her voice was vicious.