The Infernal : The Rise Of A King (K.TH)

Ch 14: Betrayal Of An Errand Boy

Dawran

I could sense Kian his muscles tense from behind me. The sound of metal rattling caught my ear, it was coming from behind the two of us.

Around 32 feet away...men in armor. There are 7 of them. 

Kian his breath haggard while his hand shakingly landed on my shoulder. He is a hulking man, black shapes decorated his face and arms. He was tall and muscular we didn't have much of a height difference. I never encountered someone my height, that was enough, to say the least. He has worked here for over 10 years, leading the young fishermen at the harbor. They looked up to him like a father..more like a master. Well respected and with a sense of responsibility. 

''That's not the chief.'' Despite the tough look he has plastered on his face, I noticed these couple of days that his appearance does little for his personality. He was in fact an emotional man, someone who cared deeply for the ones he loved. A great weakness....a weak heart. 

Despite being an Infernal with feelings, even to this day, I find it hard to care as much as humans do about life and death. I care for my crew, I wish to protect them and I don't mind putting my life on the line in doing so. 

But when deaths get involved...it doesn't silence me. It doesn't give me restless nights or tears of sorrow. After all...it is the way of nature. The gods shaped us it's only a given that they take us away as well. 

''I figured.'' The question that lingered through my mind was, then who was the short man that took over the role of the chieftain? Our questions were answered rather quickly as the male removed his silver helmet, decorated with golden accents. An obnoxious smile was revealed and the hand that was resting on my shoulder slid off. 

This just took a vile turn. 

Kian passed me his shoulders high and back straightened. The tension in his body didn't die down, but instead of looking anxious and restless, he seemed resentful. His hand stroked his white beard, a habit I noticed when he felt angry. 

''What's the meaning of this?'' His posture remained calm as he greeted the imposter with his men. The others around him took shelter behind his huge frame. 

''You thought I would just play along old man? You guys are fools to believe the empty words of that fake prince. So while you dig your own graves....'' He seemed humored by this event. The young man didn't even live half of the life Kian had lived. Stood in front of him, mocking him, mocking his fellow villagers. As he betrayed them....a mere fisherman boy.

''I decided to side with the winning team. They will spare me and move me up the hill to the wealthy side. They know everything, I told them everything about the plan.''

The messenger...

As I whipped my head to the back I could see the several guards that entered. Eagerly waiting to strike us. Behind them, my eyes caught a glimpse of the rider who was supposed to ride out to the prince. 

If they know our plan, that means either the prince is already in danger. Or they are waiting for an ambush. However, there is nothing I could do about it right now. I have to win this battle first.

Kian didn't even look fazed for a second as he took another step toward the shorter male. It was obviously visible that he felt intimidated by Kian his aura, but he tried to brush it off with a cocky smile.

''Easy old man. I'm not your errand boy anymore.'' My fingers tickled the hilt of my sword the moment the tip of his blade kept Kian in his place. Dangerously targeting his neck. 

''Errand boy? I guess that's how you saw it. The years that I raised you.''

Normally I would have lashed out into a battle already, but the tension was something that kept us all in check. Perhaps if Kian played his cards right....we could end this in another way.