The Duke of Whishipper

Chpater 9: A Secret Holder (3)

A Secret. The definition itself differences from one another. It might refer to a deal, an item, a person, a place..etc
Nonetheless, however its shape and type, all must not spoken about. All are forbidden.

And the ones to know of it are called Secret Holders. In which there is a one sided contract where they have to witness a Secret and swear an oath to keep it.

In order to become a Secret Holder one must chain their soul. Every part of that Secret will tie your life. Every made sign. Every spoken word. Every written word.
If you make the mistake of spilling a slight part of the Secret your soul is tied to, there will, undoubtedly, be consequences.

Ms. June, a Secret Holder, have kept the deal of her late friend from 20 years ago. Thus, she have knowledge regarding such an unknown side of the world. However, the old lady wishes she had never known of it.

No one wants to be a Secret Holder.

The words that Eliot said.

'You died once before, didn't you?'

'The mole guy's human soul is no longer... That is for sure.'

They were related to the deal she knows of and swore to keep. Hearing that young boy speak of it made her have a thought. It was as if he was a Secret Holders with a knowledge similar to hers.

However, June refused to believe that the Lady made her only nephew involve in such an old forgotten matter. It would mean judging his soul to suffer a burden for years.

'No...if Rina did that, she must have her reasons. Yes, that's how it is.'

June tired to calm her shaking heart, whispering assurances to herself.
It was then that the young black haired man spoke.

"I think you already know the answer."

Eliot kept quiet for a bit, staring with his emotionless red blood eyes. Until he turned to face Elora.

"Indeed."

Rivan turned around and proceeded walking on his way. It was the same for Eliot.
They will be having a long discussion later.

*****

Left alone in the Lady's study, stood the pale as a white ghost young man.
His glittering yellowish green eyes scanned his surroundings.

Rivan recalled his past from 14 years ago, of when he was the mere fragile 4 years old child.
This study was the place where he died.

He walked towards the couch in front of the desk and caressed it.

'Right here...'

It was on that exact couch that he breathed his last. That he died.
Or so how they call it.
It is not the same known death that any being would pass and people use to describe their end, but a similar type close to it.

Rivan does not remember it well. At the time of the process, his body was suffering extreme pain due to his soul being pulled out. Every breath hanging to life was a form of torture, with air feeling like needles swallowed forcibly in his lungs.
His own beating heart crashed his chest.
His skin burned as if in flaming hell. Every gentle touch made him want to scream his soul out. Made him want to tremble the shivering cold, seeping inside, away from his small helpless being.
Yet, his could not.
His voice stuck away at the end of his throat.
His tears felt like dripping blood, washing away the desire to live along with his eyesight.
All he could see was darkness unfolding him and warping him away from reality.
Only pain was his companion.

He could not speak.
He could not breath.
He could not move.
He could not see.

He could only wait.
Slowly, as if his every bit of his soul was being separated from his aching body.

However endless the torturing pain seemed to the child, It actually did not take long for it all to stop along with his beating heart.

"Hmm."

Rivan focused on another thing.
His dying was not hard to recall as much as the people who surrounded him.

His mother was there. He felt her gentle touch through the pain. She was trying to assure him and wipe his aching cries.
Ms. June was there as well. He heard her weeping.

Aside from the familiar pair, there was a blurry figure, much like a dark existence standing and facing him.

Rivan had no idea who they were. As so, he planned to figure it.
His eyes had a different glow to it. He walked to the desk with anticipation. Confidence warped his every move.

'If I'm not mistaken...'

He opened a drawer and searched for a bit. It was barely moments that passed before suddenly, Rivan stopped.

"Oho?"

There was more than just mild surprise all over his face as he pulled something out of it.

"Haha."

A small laughter left his mouth, although it seemed dry, it was certainly unconsciously uttered, as he looked at the papers in his hands. Rivan flipped the papers and asked the empty study curiously.

"Well, what do we have here?"

End of chapter 9.