Chapter 37 The Silence of a Guilty Conscience (1/2)

Phillip stared through the bars of Cordon's only prison cell with immense sadness. Since they'd chained his wrists to the rings on opposite walls and fastened the mask over his face, Rassa had been still and silent. That had been last night. Now, the morning after, when the town had had enough time to at least take in what had happened, Phillip had come to tell his son what they planned to do.

But what exactly could he say? Had it been Rassa that had done those things last night, or had it been something else? Something much more evil...

The truth was, Phillip was horrified. After living with Rassa and his condition for three years, he had made himself believe that a reality where Rassa was anything but a boy with a different appetite was completely possible. He'd been living it, and would continue to live it. When he'd seen his son attack Jane, his best friend since they were old enough to understand what that relationship meant, Phillip had been dumbfounded. That...thing...it was not his son. Phillip had no idea what it was.

Then the chains had wrapped around Rassa, and he'd fallen to the ground in pain, the red glow fading to his ordinary dark eyes and Phillip had seen nothing but guilt and remorse. Phillip had understood in that moment that Rassa had let that thing out. He'd submitted when he promised he wouldn't, and 48 people had paid the consequences for it. And not just people, Knights, highly trained knights. The only surviving witness said it had taken no more than five minutes. That the boy had seemed like a god of war and death. It had been easy for him, so easy he'd appeared bored with it all.

Phillip looked up at his son, his arms were raised out to either side because of the chains, he was kneeling on the ground, his head hung forward with the chains locked together around his upper torso. The skin beneath was an angry red, as if he was indeed allergic to the metal.

”I...”

Phillip yet again didn't know where to begin. He sighed, rubbing his face and massaging the bridge of his nose. When he looked up once more, his son stared back at him. His dark eyes the only thing that weren't covered by the metal mask, but they expressed everything the boy wanted to say.

It was as if his son had just told him, 'It's okay, father. I know what I did, just tell me what you need to say'.

Phillip felt his eyes well with tears as he looked away. He wiped his eyes quickly then took a breath before he spoke.

”Total body count was 48. They're currently collecting identification to send back to the families. Unfortunately we don't have the facilities required to prepare so many for transport back, so we're preparing pyres to send their ashes back instead. The village is shaken...to say the least. They're demanding your head, but the Baron will wait for the Light Magician to show up seeing as the surviving Knight stated you seemed possessed...were you possessed?”

Rassa neither shook his head nor nodded, simply stared back as if to say, 'Does it matter now?'.

Phillip sighed again, ”Jane...she hasn't woken up yet but the Doc says that physically she's fine. She's just sleeping off the effects of establishing her Life Lines. We won't know for sure until the Light Magician shows up but she seems to have awakened as a Wind Magician. She'll be sent to the Academy without delay”.

Beyond relieved that Jane was okay, Rassa didn't reveal anything else in his expression, after a moment of silence from Phillip, Rassa's head dropped once more.