Wings Of Chaos

Death I

"You want me to surrender and become allies with Serbia? How does that work? You all do realize the Huns will attack us as soon as we ally with you all"

Death could hear the Hungarian king say as they sat in the meeting council room. He was sitting on a chair that was far away from the door as if they were trapping him but he could not care about it. He could hear the lords mumble in disgust and defiance as the king raged on, all because he proposed an alliance with them.

Death could only sigh as he looked to his left to see the grey walls decorated with drawings of people, most probably of kings and queens and descendants.

"Perhaps...", Death mumbled as he thought about the letter Milos sent him to tell him what would be done if they do not join them, "Aleksandar Moloch wanted to start a war with you all and invade Hungary then forcefully make you bend the knee by killing all the children. Your castle would burn and he will leave with no regrets".

All around him were mumbles of fear and outrage that his brother could dare do it.

"Our father talked him out of it and proposed this solution. I cannot say Aleksandar won't forget about this as he is yet to be placed in the strategy room for war meetings. First Moloch wants you to become allies"

"We will not bow down to some king", one of the people said as everyone else, even the king stayed quiet.

"We are not asking you to bend the knee but to join forces with us. Moloch knows you all fear Huns and many Slavs came in his territory to seek shelter and protection. Aleksandar will be in charge of the Hun attacks and will start to wage war against and I hope you will make the right choice", Death said with determined tone as he felt like he was invincible at this point. Fear strikes harder than justice and makes people do things they would of never done. Perhaps that was why father sent him here.

His cloak dragged on the ground as he slowly exited the room to let them think about it without him. He hoped Aleksandar would be smart enough to come for their sister and save her from father's wrath. He felt something collide with his right side and he watched a man walking past him muttering something Death heard many times. Looking straight ahead he started walking brushing his right arm only hearing a thud. Soon enough chaos erupted as servants rushed screaming at seeing the man's dead body.

They wouldn't know he stopped the man's heart.

"How did you do it?", he stopped hearing a soft voice behind him demand behind him.

"None of your business", he spoke coldly trying to get this woman away from him but it was to no use as she practically followed him.

"I saw lord Emre bump hard into you and you just brushed your hand and he fell dead"

"You should not concern yourself with me or my business. You would never understand my gift. No one would ever know about this"

"You talked to my father"

That was when he stopped in his track trying to remember if in the letters there was a mention of a daughter. Nothing.

"I never knew king Farkas had a daughter, much less a child"

"I told him to keep it quiet as I do not want to marry into lords"

"That is indeed smart for any lord would want a princess"

"You are a Serbian? From Moloch dynasty? I heard stories about you all but never believed. They sound too"

"Fairytale like"

"Exactly! My name is Bibor, still am trying to become a knight"

"Death and I bid you farewell"

"Your name is really Death?"