Caesar

CHAPTER TWO • A LETTER TO LOVE

A white porcelain pot is thrown to the ground in haste and a fire stand is kicked about till it spreads wide consuming a huge building while lacing the ground with its yellow flames. Various men clothed in black move tossing artifacts and family heirlooms to the ground, shattering them into pieces.

Tears and wailing kills the peaceful night as a family bows till their heads touches the concrete ground. Their foreheads are pressed hard against the granite ground till blood leaks out of it, staining the surface of the ground. There are various corpses of servants which carpets the ground.

His expensive black boots move walking on the corpses as he tosses a lighter. He looks down at the noble who had dared to betray him by trying to hide crucial information from him.

"I'll ask again...where is the map? Why did you lie to the Hwansu about the recent development?"

Ricardo screams as his feet marches the head of the breadwinner, pushing his cheeks against the rough ground. His wrinkled flesh is grated by the rough granite and his blood colours it.

"You would never find the map!The bain would never fall into the hands of a foreigner!"

Caesar stands there without saying a word as he insanely devotes his attention to the expensive lighter in his hands, clicking it slowly while nodding to each click, humming silently.

Ricardo steps on The Breadwinner's head harder this time, threatening him.
"Your wife would be sold to a brothel and your sons killed or if the Hwansu deems it fit... used as labourers!"

The old man looks at Caesar bare in the eye and spits on the ground. His eyes look eerie and dead serious as he coughs out blood spitting out the same words.
"The Bain would never fall into the hands of the Hwansu!"

"Really?" Caesar's stony voice laughs out as the clicking becomes louder with each click.

"Are you sure?" His cold, impassive face looks down at the man who kneels on the ground, free from Ricardo's torment.

"You know the thing about human nature?...we are all out for what we stand to gain..." his eyes wander to the trembling wife who sobs gently then back to Elliot.

A cluster of men come out from inside the burning mansion. Their feet step on corpses as they approach Caesar. The commander, a bulky man walks in the front leading them with a scroll in his hands.

Caesar laughs out hysterically as he walks towards Elliot, throwing the lighter to the ground. The Breadwinner looks up immediately as his buffy eyes open wide. his mouth clothed with white beard opens revealing his spaced out brown teeth.

Caesar stares at the kneeling old man who trembles at his feet. He steps on his hand, pressing his foot against it. His laughter hysteric as it echoes, his lips slowly parts as words escape through them.

"Lord Elliot...do you still believe you made the right choice?" His tone full of nonchalance and devoid of emotions.

"Hwansu, how did...?" Caesar's feet marches his hand forcefully as he opens his mouth screaming loudly.

"There's always a loophole..." his gaze shifts to Elliot's wife, a beautiful young woman who sobs unable to hold back her tears.
"...the weakest link..." His eyes still fixed on her as he takes his feet off Elliot's hand.

Elliot turns to face his wife who shakes in fear uttering one sentence repeatedly.

"I am sorry!" She begs trying to hold back her tears.

He charges towards her and his hand lands directly on her face leaving a mark on it. The woman weeps even more holding her cheeks.

"I'll kill you! Do you have any idea what you have done?" He stands up violently kicking her.