The Cursekeeper

Father Dearest

It had been a long six months for Arthur Morgan. Too damn long. Six months of suffering. Six months of heartache. Six months of watching his comatose wife show no signs of waking up. It was hell for him knowing that he had nothing money could buy and not enough power to gain in order to open that cursed door and get his loves out. The pain Arthur felt when he saw his wife's lifeless body in Darrach's arms was an all too familiar feeling. Arthur felt it any time Lilly had been killed, kidnapped or harmed.

The pain that often made him ask himself "what should I have done differently? What could I have done to prevent these awful things?"" The feeling like his heart had been ripped from his chest and got stuck in a vice grip before being shoved back into place. The constant barrage of this feeling finally made him snap and now Arthur pretty much had gone insane from his grief.

So as he stared down at the broken and battered pig man, it was safe to say that Arthur was going to enjoy every moment of this man's suffering.

However, he had questions first.

"Dubh?" Arthur cooed teasingly as he knelt down to the shivering pig man. "What's the matter? At least you ain't dead...yet."

Dubh sobbed through his rapid breathing, making Arthur smile maliciously. Now he understood why Lilly loved to torture folks.

"Mmffmffgh..." Dubh muttered through his tears.

"Sorry, you're gonna have to speak up, boah," Arthur said gently. It was then that Arthur noticed the piece of wood lodged in Dubh's ear. "Oh, you probably can't hear me. Well, shit," he said before looking at a pregnant Brigid. "Brigid, can you heal his ear, please?"

Brigid came walking over with a smirk. "Just the ear, right?" she asked smugly.

"Yes."

Brigid bent down and yanked the wood out, blood spraying and Dubh groaning loudly before trying to muffle his cries. She then placed a hand over his bleeding ear and healed it. Dubh snorted loudly over and over and it made Arthur laugh.

"He really is in a lot of pain, ain't he?" Arthur remarked with amusement.

"That's what happens when you fall down a mountain," Brigid explained with a giggle.

With a chortle, Arthur snatched up some of Dubh's hair and stood while lifting him up. Dubh trembled and groaned loudly from the action. "Now can you hear me?" Arthur drawled lowly.

"Yah," Dubh replied with a broken jaw, coughing up blood.

Arthur rolled his eyes. "For cryin' out loud, heal his jaw, will ya?" he asked in annoyance. Brigid sighed and held Dubh's jaw then healed it back into place. "Any other injuries that will keep you from talkin', pal?" Arthur asked.

"N-No," Dubh stammered before whimpering.

"Good." Arthur dragged the man's limp body around, making Dubh cry out. "You got a lot to answer for, buddy. Gotta say I...I almost feel bad for ya."

That was a lie. Arthur didn't feel the least bit guilty about what Dubh was going through. A small, whimpering cry is all Arthur got out of the man as he walked towards his clan members. He held up Dubh by the hair as his prey squealed, and the Van der Linde clan cheered and whistled while applauding happily. Arthur smiled with a deep chuckle before tossing Dubh like a rag doll to the ground. Dubh let out a long groan as he tried to curl up in the fetal position. Arthur could see he was struggling and it brought him pleasure to see the man suffering so much. He wondered what to do next.

Without thinking, Arthur delivered a good kick to Dubh's stomach and sent him across the way into the crowd. People guffawed and cheered as Arthur marched over to the whimpering pile of shit that was Dubh.