A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter twenty-nine: restless beast

'Tell the men to be stationed to the docks. We do not have much time!' I shouted at my staff. Zadie really outsmarted me.

Every plan is shattered, and new plans had to emerge in an instant. I hastily trudged down the stairs, dismissing breakfast and intent on finding Zadie before anyone can discover her.

'I have a report, Alexander.' Gerard handed me documents. 'it's more information about the theta as well as miss Zadie.'

Without wasting any more time, I opened the brown envelope and took out the white paper. 'Meet me at my office if something different comes up.' I continued reading the contents as I ascended the stairs.

Thanatos: the personification of death

Born from night herself. It is his peaceful death that gives one's spirit from suffering. He who is condemned as evil is responsible for silent death. His touch provides silent sleep of eternity.

Although there is a prophecy that changes the destiny of Thanatos.

"His descendants with carrying on the curse of the dammed. Roam around the earth like a soulless wanderer. Deemed to face the brutality of the world he is trapped in but with only the scythe of death, his curse shall be broken but it all comes at a cost.

I analysed the passage. Scythe of death. Where could the scythe be? I rushed to my office and dumped the file on my desk. At least this information is quite helpful enough. I say down on my chair before letting out a long heavy sigh of dread.

Murray barged into my office, messy hair, and his ridiculous pirate clothes.' I know where Zadie is going.' he grabbed a chair and sat down before opening a map in front of me. The map is now splayed on the table with various names of places around the world. 'They saw her ship, here.' he pointed to the English Channel.

'And?'

Murray drew a line from the English Channel to the Pacific. 'This is where she is headed.'

'The French waters, but why?' I was too tired to act smart today. My energy is drained. I have not slept since last night and my voice is much deeper and raspier. The dark circles on my eyes have returned.

'The relic is in France. Where you were born.' Murray explained. 'I have to find out what the relic mystery entails.'

'Scythe of death. That is the relic.' I stood up and poured us a glass of whiskey. I gave him the glass and he gladly took it. 'We must sail now than never. We might find her first. I doubt she knows what the Relic is. She will be led astray.'

Murray shook his head. 'I beg to differ. Zadie met Nathaniel and he knows much about ancient legends. '

I took a sip of the whisky and groaned. 'Who is Nathaniel?' I asked.

'A pirate. '

I narrowed my eyes at Murray. 'That is who you were merry-making with at sea while your father was being lowered down his final resting place.'

'He could have been thrown in the Thames for all I care. He did nothing for me as his own son.' Murray spoke flatly. I can tell the matter was sensitive to him, but I could not let us stop talking about it. We have issues to resolve rather than speak ill of each other.

'Even if he never loved you that does not give you the authority to disappear for years.'

Murray chuckled. 'Says someone who ran away from his country because of his father.'

'At least I attended my father's funeral!' I protest.

'But that does not make you any better Blanchet. '

I balled my hands into fists trying to fight the anger that is emerging. 'Nobody is a Saint, which is a fact, but you never turn your back on family.'

'Says the man who left his mother and sister in France.'

My heart skips a beat as soon as he mentioned my mother and sister. It has been years without seeing them and I doubt they are alive but that letter I received said otherwise. I could even smell her perfume on it like she wanted to stop my doubts.

'You do not know what they did.' I stood up from my chair and turned to face him. 'They are overly cruel.'

'In what way?' he asked, and he tensed. 'Are you afraid that you are a monster, and you are going to turn vile them?'

I faced him. 'You do not know them as much as I do. '

'I do not even know you. Apparently, you are a hundred and fifty years old!' Murray hastily closed the map. 'You must be a lycanthrope. Golden brown eyes, canines, and darker veins. '

'Wrong.' I sighed as I gave him the document that was given to me by Gerard.' I am the descendant of Thanatos. Master of peaceful sleep. If I am ought to be the king of the dammed, Zadie is my queen who is bound to be by my side.'

A loud rumble of thunder shook the entire office and sent both of us crashing on opposite walls. A sharp pain radiated through my skull down my spine, and I groaned in pain. The books that were stacked on the shelves were all on the floor as well as the files that were on my table.

'I doubt you know nothing about these phenomena.' Murray spoke up as he walked up to me and stuck his hand out to help me get back on my feet.

I grabbed his hand tightly as I stood up from the floor. 'It has happened before, but I do not know what it means.'

'We must find Zadie. Two worlds are colliding. Have you ever ruled a nation before?'

I shook my head. 'Never.'

Murray gasped. 'Bloody Blanchet, you did things the wrong way. Running away from your home is the worst and Zadie's issue is going to be the death of you.'

'At this moment I care less about what is going to happen to me. I need Zadie safe, and you are going to help me.' I snapped.

'Sir!' Gerard barged in. 'we cannot sail at this hour. The sea is agitated.'

'Gerard! I do not care if the weather is not in our favour. Zadie's life is at stake, and I absolutely do not wish to see that innocent soul dragged into the pits of hell with me.'

Gerard nodded. 'As you wish.'

We both got on the ship. Gerard was correct. The sea is quite noisy today. The weather is much worse. The wind is howling like a deranged animal ready to set its teeth deep in its offender's flesh. The cold is biting my skin like a warning about sailing in this horrid weather, but I do not have a choice.

The ship sets off to sail and I start wrecking my mind about where the relic would be. The scythe must be somewhere in France. Probably my father's favourite places. I doubt he ever had a favourite place or somewhere he could call his home. I highly doubt that.

Everyone was at work. Helping the captain, heard giving out orders to the workers, Murray was busy with his maps and books in his assigned room while I gazed outside the boat. The water was still wild, they could darken with each stride, and I pray the heavens to be in my favour because I see nothing but dammed souls marching towards their death at sea.

I must avoid going back to my mother and sister. They are not worth the fuss. If I were to return home, I would be deceived once again by their tongues that resemble the ancient snake of history. They cannot be alive; many years have passed unless they too are immortal like me.