Chapter 437 - Village of Earn [2] (2/2)
”Ha-ha,” nervous laughter followed with the door opening, ”-I told you, this place is vile and decrepit.”
”There's no need to be tactful,” said he stepping inside, ”-I knew full well what sort of scenarios awaited.”
She shrugged, ”-I better get going. If you want food, come down, I'll personally cook them. Have a good night…”
”Haggard.”
”Awesome, good night, Mr. Haggard.”
Tight with only a bed and a place to change, the curtains were old and dusty. The windows, rusted at the hinges – cobwebs in the corners with collected dust. Roaches scurried from one end to another, she didn't lie in the place being filthy. The buzzing singular light bulb didn't help the situation.
”Master,” voiced Éclair, ”-I've searched for the identity of this Mr.E.”
”And, what came up?”
”I had to go around many servers. Mr. E's full name is Ethin Zuda Lonek. A foreigner hailing from the kingdom of Konak.”
”Konak, it's inside Iqeavea, right? The kingdom to the northeast of Vlaiwia.”
”Yes, there isn't much known about them.”
”No matter,” stood at the windows, ”-we don't need to know what Konak is up to. Did you find anything relating him to Cimier or the underworld?”
”About that,” paused the spirit, ”-Snow.”
”Snow,” stopped short of punching the window, ”-why did that name come up again?” rage-induced glares scanned the room in search of things to break or kill.
”Majesty,” said Éclair softly, ”- I know of the incident with lady Lizzie. Snow, the underworld organization of Konak – is a part of Cimier. Tis the information I gathered from their private servers. I didn't wish to bring the matters of the past; however, the situation dictates otherwise.”
”Enough!” the whole building moved. People downstairs held onto seats in wait for the coming earth-quake.
'I lost my composure,' thought he breathing deep, '-the memories of Lizzie being killed are heart tearing. I didn't expect Snow to be active since we drove them out of Hidros. Does everything have to always return to where it began? Is it really necessary for me to relive my worst moments, the constant reminder that I failed to protect a girl who I saw as my daughter.' Tired, he fell onto the neatly done bed. Elbows covered his eyes, the hardness of when Lizzie was alive, her smile, her willingness to change into a better person. The attempt in her becoming better for her and his sake. The memories rushed to the point where the real world became naught but an empty casket.
*Slam,* a loud noise broke his idealess sleep. A check on the watch showed 22:00. Faint m.o.a.ns of discontent were knocked onto the thin walls of the rooms. The noises and screams gave the mental image of what happened.
”Master, that's Mr. E.”
”I know,” he stood with anger, ”-I can't live down that moment.” He barged out of the room and leaped for the other.
”WAIT MASTER, PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING FOOLISH!” screamed Éclair without impact.
”You again!” said Mr. E on the bed with Mela. Tears had filled her face – her shirt was beyond unbuttoned; they were mercilessly torn away by a l.u.s.tful beast.
”Ethin Zuda Lonek,” gritted he entering the room.
”What!”
”Are you related to Snow?” the aura grew heavy, the coming feeling of nausea sprawled across.
”Yes, and what of it?” he jumped with a gun in hand, ”-don't f.u.c.k with me, else I'll shoot. Turn around, there's some who needs to be taught a lesson,” he glanced over the shoulder, ”-don't worry my love,” said he with a love-filled tone, ”-I'll get rid of this intruder. We're going to bond as we did so long ago.”
”You going to shoot?” said he with burning crimson eyes.
”YES I WILL,” turned Mr. E.
”I doubt that,” said Staxius touching the man's elbow.
”MY ARM!” the singular motion of touching blew the bones.
”Shut up,” a flick of the sharpened nail slit Mr. E's tongue, the pinky flesh flopped onto the floor. Unable to scream, the figure fell to the ground as pouring blood made breathing hard.
”Come on,” stood on the man's face, ”-don't die on me yet, I've yet to start playing,” said he with an emotionless face, ”-come on, don't die on me.” The applied force increased gradually, ”-COME ON WAKE UP!” *CRACK,* the skull exploded with brain matter flown across. *Death Element: Void Flame.*
The body burnt noiselessly, the evidence of him being alive vanished. Mela's expression was fearful as she hid behind the blanket.
'I did it again,' thought he cleaning the blood. ”You saw nothing.”
”N-nothing…” the door shut.
”Master, that wasn't the smartest idea,” said Éclair as they returned to their room.
”I know,” he glanced over, ”-I know, there's no need for a reminder. Mr. E could have given us information, well, whatever, we know Snow is involved.” Laid on the bed, the mind felt at ease, the sight of another's death, the blood, the crushing sensation as he killed, '-I feel bliss.' Nothing more helped to calm the God of Death than killing others, a monster in every sense of the word.
*Click,* at midnight, the door opened.
”Master,” whispered Éclair, ”-we have an intruder.”
”I know,” refuted he waiting for an opportune moment.
*Woosh,* ”-who is this?” the arms wrapped around the trespasser.
”I-it's m-me Mela,” she held tight onto arms which choked her from behind.
”Oh, it's you,” the grip lessened, ”-what do you want?” he sauntered in her field of vision.
”You…”