Capítulo 35: ESCAPE
The strong scent of liquor filled the room. With a deadpan face sat Evandros on his throne. His hand resting on the edge of the armrest, his nails gripping the lion's face carved on it.
"Why didn't you inform me about her disciples coming to her rescue as well?" He asked, the man standing in front of him arched a brow at Evan. "I'm certain, I informed you about it. Perhaps, you weren't attentive." The man said and Evan scowled at him through his lashes.
"Anyways, you said they will evade together so they will evade. They are still here, they haven't vacated the clan. They are waiting for the right moment to take Megara with them. Do you want us to resist their activities or let it be?" The man raised a question and Evandros gnawed on his lower lips before finally deciding.
"Resist but make sure they escape with her. Tighten the patrol in the dungeon, that Evenor is a clever one. He might sense us not taking action." Evan declared and the man nodded. He summoned his talking spiritual bird on his palm and ordered the eagle to take the command to the head of the patrols.
"Once we trample the Blue forsaken, we will eventually get our hands on the black missing stone as well. I've got my men everywhere looking for it." The man said and Evandros slightly nodded. "And then our target will be the Liberation Front Sect." He continued, his eyes holding menace intentions in them.
"Once she falls...the Sect will be trampled as well. All of this time, I've been waiting for this moment." Evan let out, the side of his lips curving up in a smile.
"Guess, it benefits us both." The man said, his gaze narrowing as he stared at Evan's face.
"The time has come, are you prepared?" He asked and Evandros paused. Was he prepared? All these years he had been plotting on and on for the moment to arrive but now when it was here he sensed no evil excitement in his empty chest still he is not stepping back and he is not unwilling.
"Yes."
As soon as he said this, an abrupt knock echoed in the eerie stillness. Evandros ordered the man to enter and he came rushing in huffing and puffing.
"My Lord, My Lord, someone b-broke into the dungeon an..and took prisoner M-Megara with them." The man said in his high pitched stuttering voice. Evandros' gaze fleeted at the man and the man snickered beneath his disguise.
"They were even quicker than our vision." The man said. Evandros lowered his gaze, a sullen expression plastered on his face as he stared at his lap.
"One is trying to protect her and one is trying to destroy her. Is that man dumb? Why must he risk his life for someone like her? Why must he trust her and even love her? He is dumb...so dumb." Evan murmured under his whiff.
"How many of our people died?" The man asked and the guard choked on his breath, scared for his life, he stood between those people who would not hesitate to crack his neck into two even if he was at no fault.
"All t-the guards i-in the d-dungeon." The guard stammered and flinched when he noticed Evandros slowly standing up from his throne. With a deadpan face, Evandros ambled past them and left the room. The man sighed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the door.
"Looks like I need to freshen his memories to provoke that demon inside him." The man whispered under his whiff, a sentence of curses escaping his mouth soon after.
"Huh?" The guard looked up at the man, thinking he was ordering him about something but what the walls heard was not an order, they heard a painful grunt coming from the guard, and soon after a thud sound echoed in the eerie silence. The actions displayed on the wall were formed with the help of the candle lights.
A shadow was laying on the floor while the other one was standing, a spiky crystal coming out from his sleeves as blood dripped down from the tip of it. The man exhaled, a huge puff of icy breathing escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as the crystal retreated into his body.
"I'll make sure, you never forget what occurred to you, my dear son."
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Evandros strolled inside the dungeon, the guards who were checking their dead friends immediately grabbed their lifeless bodies and scooted backward as soon as they noticed Evandros. Horrified out of their wits, they bowed at him, looking down at his shadow passing by them. They trembled even when they felt his warmth passing by them.
Evandros ambled inside the dungeon where she was held captive. He noticed the sign of burned walls and chains that were still burning hot. He bent down on the spot he left her and grabbed the chain which was tied around her wrists. His brows were slightly scrunched but other than that no painful yelp or expression made its way to his face.
The hot chain he was holding in his palm was burning his skin to the point they were going inside his palm now, his eyes narrowed when he found his skin healing ten times faster than the hot chains burning his flesh.
Of course, he possessed a magic that was not mortal. He was someone who felt pain but healed faster than anyone. Back then, he didn't know how to handle his demon thus he wasn't conscious of his powers as well but one thing he knew, his blood used to cure him or anyone else a lot faster. So he used to cut his palm and mix his blood with some herbs, he used to apply that thing on that cut, and healed faster than his expectations with this thing he developed a great interest in temple medicines. Those medicines are created with magic.
But since he healed faster than anyone, why must he apply his own blood on his bleeding palm? Because the child wasn't ready to accept his demon. He forced himself to believe that his blood and some herbs healed everything faster and he didn't just get healed on his own...otherwise, people will call him even weirder. He will also start believing that he is not a human...just like his father said.
He kept holding that chain in his hand. Feeling the pain rushing in his veins and the uncomfortable sensation of his skin recovering creeping down his spine.
"Scarlet, this is how we end."
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