The human country smelt of sulfur and oil. The King of Snow frowned at its repugnance. Humans; so filthy. Their filth tarnished the land they thought they deserved. Cedric put out his cigar against the wooden rail he leaned against.
"All's in order, I presume?"
"So it seems," a deep female voice said from inside of the small cabin. "What is your goal, if I may ask?"
Cedric chuckled. "Nothing that concerns you, witch. You hate these vile creatures. It won't matter if there is any collateral damage." He turned around, causing his cotton robe to crinkle. "Or need I remind you of what happened to your late husband? I believe they sucked him dry until he had not a drop of magic left. I've heard its more painful than sawing off an arm."
Bee flinched at his harsh words. She was beautiful and strong, but wasn't immune to Cedric's emotional manipulation. Her dark skin glowed under the moon above, though her slanted eyes darkened almost black. Her smile, with lips coloured maroon, didn't reach her eyes. "You are not my king, so I won't take orders from you. You will get in, do whatever it is you must do, then get out. You will never hear from me again."
He saluted her. "As you wish."
Bee turned away from him, causing the knee-length black dress to ruffle. "Is the Forest King not coming?"
Cedric grimaced. "I extended my invitation, but he refused. It doesn't matter. I can handle this."
"Tell me your plan again."
He chuckled. "There's a magic-user among them, right under their nose. I spread the rumour, they'll react accordingly. During that commotion, I'll slip inside."
"You will kill?"
"Anyone who tries to stop me." Cedric turned to face the light that glowed from the human country. "The lead scientist so happens to be the president's daughter. Without her, their research won't go far. I have a feeling Mr. President will do whatever it takes to get his darling daughter back."
"What will you ask of him?" Bee asked as she gathered the required materials. "Money? Land? Neither of which you need."
"Neither of those interest me. I want to see him beg. I want to see him offer me the world, then I'll chop his daughter's head off right in front of him. Maybe even do some experiments of my own on her body. Who knows? Maybe a human heart will make a perfect centrepiece for the dining room."
Bee laughed, but Cedric detected some disgust. "Werewolves and their need for revenge."
"Don't you feel it too, Bee? They killed your husband. Your children will grow up without a father."
Her smile dropped. "I'm helping you in, but the blood you spill is your doing and will remain on your conscious."
He shrugged. "Revenge tastes sweet. Its the sweetest taste there is." Cedric breathed in that abhorrent smell of sulfur again. He didn't want the human country to fall. He wanted it torn apart, brick-by-brick, limb-from-limb, until there was nothing left. "They used my wife as a lab rat," he snarled. "My mate." The wolf inside of him bristled. His heart rate picked up in speed. "Tore her to pieces for research. Humans need to remember who it is they should fear. I'll remind them. All of them."
"And in doing so, will you not become the monster they protect themselves from?"
"I am a monster, but at least I don't hide it." He scoffed. Rage coiled in his warming veins as the watched smoke pillar up into the sky. Oh, how humans were do dirty to the air they needed for survival. "An eye for an eye."
Even from where he stood, outside of the human country's big, mighty walls, he could hear commotion from within. The guards were restless. Perhaps that information Cedric slipped inside had finally heard the right ears.
Bee bristled. "You put the life of one of my kind at risk."
"Risk? No, not risk. I've sentenced him to death. The humans will use him for their research, like they've done with any magic user they find. Is that blood on my hands, Bee?"
"Sahir Devatchi," she murmured. "Is it him?"
"Yes. Sahir. Doctor to these vile creatures. His fault for protecting them. Saving them." He ripped away from the railing before he splintered it. "Is his blood on my hands if it's their practice that kills him? Who am I to judge." Without another word, Cedric swept down the staircase, feet meeting moist soil. He strode for those walls, the ones the humans hid behind, and he made his way to his next victim.
Kahna Devatchi. You'll never experiment on another werewolf again. I'll make sure of it.
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