A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter forty-two: lone survivor

I stared at the scythe in my hands. The blue colour radiating off it, and the intricate designs on it mesmerised me but something told me I should fear the sharp end of it. It was humongous but I somehow did not feel its weight.

I quickly changed my attire from that horrid dress to pants and a shirt. I grabbed my boots from under the bed and tiptoed my way out of my sleeping chambers. My leg is no longer bleeding and was wrapped with a white cloth. It hurts but not too much. I am still limping a little, but I know it will get better.

I halt when I hear voices. They must be quarrelling about something...I limp closer to the doorway, my eyes closed shut as I forced myself to concentrate.

'She cannot wield the scythe.' A familiar voice spoke. It sounds exactly like Murrays which is strange. I remember we left him at Port. He must have been summoned to come here.

'What do you think that means?' Louis asked. His accent is thicker than ever which means he is completely frustrated or more. When he is nicer, it quickly switched to an English accent instead of French.

Something is wrong. I glanced at the scythe in my hands. Nothing has changed. Just the metallic, heavy, and intriguing dagger of death. Even if I wield it, how would I know I have done so? It is not like any of us have an idea of what wielding something is about. Maybe it transitions or it becomes less steel? This is ridiculous.

'She is not fit for the task. She is not fit to benefit both worlds.' Murray spat.

'What task? From what I understand this is all meant to save her life.'

Murray chuckled. 'That is what you were told. Stop believing in lies and seek for the deeper truth.'

'What truth?' Louis inquired.

'There is no such thing as a Scythe that helps to save someone's life. It is only meant for Blanchet. Why do you think he keeps Zadie close to her? The scythe is meant to help him seize control of the beast within him. '

I gasped but quickly clamped my hand against my lips. I hope they did not hear me.

'Liar!' Louis protested. 'You cannot prove what you are saying.'

'He has a butler named Gerard. As much as he wanted to be loyal to Blanchet, I squeezed the heart-wrenching truths out of that lad. There was a butler named Ludwig who worked for Conway's back in Manchester, he was like Zadie. Blanchet accidentally laid his hands on him, and he died!' Murray shouted. 'It is only a matter of time until Zadie succumbs to the curse. From what I hear, she is already dying.'

I slowly lowered the scythe, tears pooling in my eyes and ready to drop at any second. I blinked; I felt my hot tears cascade down my cheeks. I slowly walked into the room they are both in and they both stared at me.

'So, it is true?' I raised my eyebrow. 'Blanchet did all of this for his benefit.'

'He tricked all of us, indirectly.'

Louis furrowed his eyebrows.' What do you mean he trucked all of us?'

Murray shook his head. 'You must be a bloody idiot to believe Blanchet cares about anyone. He has nothing to lose. Even if his empire falls, he will have enough time to rebuild it. He is immortal.'

'Blanchet would never do that!' Louis pointed his finger at Murray. 'Blanchet is doing all for her, why would he even try to tame it when it was as good as dead until she arrived.' His finger shifted from pointing at Murray to pointing at me.

I narrowed my eyes at both. 'Since no one will take the blame, I will gladly take it.' I walked around them. 'I want the truth.'

'Blanchet cares about you and you know it.' Louis reassured.