UnSpeakable Vol. 3, Niall's Discipline

Chapter Nine: D.A.H.A.K Destruction At Home And Kennel

 Heed the North wind's mighty gale. Lock the door and trim the sail – The Wiccan Rede.

The clock lowered it's hour hand to the four and minutes hand upon the twelve. Ashton's hands shook in his lap as Harry sorted vials in small bags. Niall laid over Liam's leg, asleep. The night prior was long, it came with a prolonged video call by Bobby. He and Niall were conversing on how new life was. Niall didn't care much. He wanted his father, but he wanted Liam. He wanted happiness, but he'd been so used to the pain that he craved his father to yell at him over the phone. Bobby cried, thinking Niall wouldn't make it home after the battle. He could be right, but he could be slightly wrong. Niall wasn't afraid to admit that somebody would die. It was mostly his gift of premonition that gave him the sensibility to have the strength to accept the consequences of Dahak coming to town. Liam was counting the hours he could go to hell in a hand basket. Zayn had shown up, sitting on the scaffolding amongst the pyre. Zayn was ready more than ever, he and Louis made up for the shit that had gone down the past two week. Louis had become jealous of him only for a reason...He couldn't die. Louis fought all his life against vampires, demons and forces of the dark boding dangers of the shadows, each week was chaos for him. Zayn was just as jealous, he saw his friends less often than he should. Fighting with and against Spartans, meeting warriors from afar and getting merry with Hestian Virgins. Zayn was a true time jumper, and he liked going back and forth, making up for the things he did thousands of year ago to endanger his home land of Greece.

“Niall, wake up.” Liam said, shaking the boy to awake him. Niall's eyes opened slightly, they were heavy and felt tired. He licked the dry spittle away from the creases in his mouth. He looked up at Liam who was half smiling at him. 

“Liam?”

“Niall, you fell asleep this morning.”

“New moon?”

Liam nodded and looked at the group of kids sitting in silence, Niall got up, sitting on the floor with his hands keeping a balance. Ashton glared, almost staring into the darkness of Niall's pupils. “Look alive, people.” Liam added.

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Dahak was half way through drinking a hole pitcher of Kazi Demon blood, his lips malt red. His eyes black as night and his hair as dull as a Monday morning. Samuel sat in front of him, evilly smiling as he pulled up another pitcher. “Master, this is the last one. You're almost at strength.” he said, Dahak smiled and licked blood from his chin.

“Yes, my child. We should start the coronation soon.” he muttered, licking his fingers clean. “I can't wait to rule the world. Can't you feel it, Sam?”

“Yes, sir. I feel it. The world will be ours soon enough.”

“Ours? No my boy, The prophecy doesn't include you. You're just my first commander really, a peon.” Dahak said, almost cackling and spitting blood over the table which held the sword and apple. “Oh, don't worry, you will have your own part of the world to live in.” he finished, tapping the bottom of the last pitcher to empty it clean.

“Certainly, sir! But, I think we should worry about Rhyddian.” Samuel said, standing up, and touching the apple's surface.

“That weakling, please. He's as much as a threat to us as a common cold. No, I have plans for him once my army catch him.”

“Let me torture him, sir. I'll castrate him and feed his prick to the hounds! I'll burn his hair off and use his head as a punching bag. I'll string him up by his testicles!”