Chapter 129: Lord Reth

Chapter 129: Lord Reth

The moment Vir stepped foot into Lord Reths audience chamber, he knew hed made a mistake.

The ruler of the Pagan Order sat on an ostentatious throne that fit the man like a glove. Vir guessed even King Rayids throne in Daha couldnt compare to the dizzying array of jewels, gold, and carvings that adorned his massive seat, positioned high above a flight of steps.

The man himself sported a large, bushy mustache and greased black hair. He looked like the sort of man no one would trust. Sleazy, fake, and manipulative. He wore an opulent, form-fitting robe that did little to hide his lean and muscular body. The product of intense training, and without the benefit of prana, he must have truly toiled to achieve such a physique.

But it was the red demon woman kneeling next to him that made Virs blood boil. A woman whose neck had been chained. Kept like a sick sort of pet.

Vir glanced at the dozen armored knights that stood within the room. Only the tiniest traces of prana ran within them. Though they were no doubt veterans, taking them out would be childs play for him.

Then again, he was here on Brotherhood business. If he assassinated Lord Reth and caused a scene in the Pagan Orders capital, he might as well kiss his Brotherhood membership goodbye.

But that didnt bother him overly much. What stayed his hand was the bounty the Brotherhood would no doubt place on his head if he acted out. The last thing he could afford was to cross even more people. One kingdom was enough.

Vir strode up to the foot of the dozen stairs that led to Reths throne, but he did not kneel. Nor did he avert his gaze, staring Reth in the eye. A gaze which the monarch returned with a look of mild amusement.

Welcome, Apramor. Or should I call you Neel, perhaps? A man of many names. And many faces, he said with a smile. First your assassination in Daha, then your recent beast subjugations You truly are a man of many talents!

Vir reconsidered his plan. Itd be an uproar if he took the first action, but if the guards attacked him? He could eliminate the head of the snake that hunted demonkind in self defense.

Just try it, Vir thought, subtly bending his knees and charging Dance of the Shadow Demon.

How do you know all this? Vir asked, forcing his voice to remain even.

Fear not. The Brotherhood has not told us anything. Weve been monitoring you for some time, you see. But I assure you, we mean you no harm. You are here as our guest of honor, and we take our honor seriously out here. There shall be no bloodshed today. Well, except for one. The one we wish you to kill. They await in just the other room, he said, idly fondling the chain that connected to his demon slaves neck. The demon womans eyes contained not a trace of life. It was as if Reth had beaten her identity out of her, leaving a broken husk behind.

Once again, Vir forced his boiling blood under control, relying on every ounce of training he had to keep his face from betraying his anger.

Why? Why would you fly me all the way out here to kill someone you already have in your custody?

Lord Reth laughed. Well, consider it a token of good will. Should you do this for us, we shall know you as a brother. Youll have earned our trust. Further missions will be available, should you complete this contract. Not to mention a seric coin and immediate promotion to Shadow. Weve already seen to the preparations.

Virs eyes widened before he could stop himself. A Seric coin? And a promotion? All for killing someone who was likely bound in chains?

Whats going on here?

No deal is this good, he replied. What are you really after?

Reth cracked a smile. Your suspicion is healthy, but unwarranted, friend. Come, let us relocate to the prisoners chambers. We shall talk more there.

The slender, mustached man rose, yanking on his slaves collar. She yelped in pain, and Vir nearly activated Dance.

Not yet.

Flashes of Bakuras hold flooded his mind. Back then, he was powerless to do anything about those slaves plight. Hed ground his teeth and swallowed his emotions. But now?

Vir was no longer the same person he was back then. Now, he had the power to do something about this.

Brotherhood standing be damned to ash! So what if the Order hunted him? Let them try. If he could kill Reth and free his slaves, hell have done some real good for this world. Maybe demons were a species of evil people. He didnt know. But no matter what crimes they were guilty of, no one deserved such treatment.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Vir silently followed Reth and his dozen guards through the narrow castle halls. Gone was any trace of conflict or anxiousness. What remained was the stone cold mask of a killer. Even now, he mapped the path theyd taken, layering it on top of what he already knew. Already calculating his escape path.

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Riyan was right. The first time was the hardest.

It never became easier to live with the fact that hed killed men before, but the act itself came more naturally. A skill that hed honed over his prior encounters. A skill he wished he never had.

He swung his blade.

With ease that surprised him, he bisected the pillory, freeing its occupant. Then he was gone, having sunk into the shadows before anyone could react.

Lunging out of an armored guards shadow, he slammed his blade into the mans neck with a Prana Bladed, Empowered strike.

The guard didnt even know what hit him. His head crashed against a wall and he slumped over. Whether unconscious or dead, Vir didn't know. He couldn't bring himself to care, Leaping to his next target like a machine, he brought the full force of his blade down upon his enemy.

ENOUGH! Reth roared, stunning everyone in the room.

Does he really think that'll stop me?

Vir paid the man no mind, continuing onto the next opponent. This one put up more of a struggle, blocking Vir's blows.

No choice. I'll have to kill him.

Vir charged Empower and shot prana out of his arm, wreathing his blade. He swung... but his aim was off. Rather, someone had slammed into him from behind, throwing him off balance and disrupting the arc of his attack, which passed harmlessly by the guard.

Using his momentum as he fell, Vir wrenched the blade to the one who'd tackled him, then stopped.

Because grabbing his ankles was none other than the gray demon prisoner. Vir's mind ran in circles, confused.

Stop, friend! It was a test! the gray demon prisoner roared, pleading with Vir. A test!

Vir glanced at Reth, then did a double take.

A stream of people flooded into the room, armed to the teeth with maces, polearms, and battleaxes. Except Each and every one had red skin. These were no emaciated prisoners, eithertheir healthy muscles bulged and they wore steel and wielded seric. They moved in formation, as only an elite squad could. They took up positions all around the room, surrounding Vir.

Commanding them was a being the likes of which Vir had never before seen. A gangly, deformed gray demon with overly large arms and wisps of patchy white hair.

By Janak himself, you are quick! Reth said with an exasperated look.

You think you have me surrounded? Vir said, Leaping away.

Vir looked back to the gray demon to find him chatting amicably with a demon whod stormed into the room.

I, uh. Im sorry. No, truly. Wait. WAIT! Please dont! I didnt mean to!?

It was not the prisoner who delivered those words, but Reth.

Whats more, the one he addressed was none other than his female slave, who calmly unclasped the collar around her neck and then proceeded to punch the man in his face. Hard.

You allowed this farce to last far too long, Reth! I told you this was a bad idea. You! Get that guard some medical attention! she ordered. And you! Stop dawdling!

Healers rushed to the guard Vir had downed and removed his helm. And under that armor was yet another red demon.

One by one, the guards in the room removed their helms in suit.

Youre all demons? Vir asked. He felt as though reality had played some cruel prank on him. His sanity was quickly breaking down.

What in all the realms

Friend, a thousand apologies for putting you through that, Reth said in a voice far deeper and with less airs than the one hed used until now.

What is the meaning of this? Vir asked, his katar ready to cut anyone who approached.

Congratulations, Apramor. You passed. Welcome home, brother.