PARADISE: WRATH OF CHILDREN [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

THE MOUNTAIN OF BONES

The sleigh came to a stop. A huge black boot stepped off the sleigh as more men in huge fur coats, also in sleighs hauled by Apexes came to the view.  “We are here sir Galiot,” a thin man said looking up at the huge man with reddish hair and a heavily groan beard.

His dark green eyes looked up the wooden double story house surrounded by bones. “You shall stay here, only I can go up,” he said.

“Of course my sir,” turning to face the huge black heard man beside him. “The gifts, Aron.”

Aron the man with a black beard nodded heading to his sleigh pulling two children who had their feet and legs tied with a rope, mouth gagged, both were boys, one was seven with blonde hair, the other five, his hair black. He pulled them by their hair as they wiggled, their cries muffled.

“Here,” tossing them toward Galiot. They rolled on the snow and landed before Sir Galiot’s big boot.

Sir Galiot pulled them both by their hair and hung them over his broad shoulders heading up the steep snow. Loud giggles got louder as he got nearer. He swallowed his saliva as he saw the shadow standing at the balcony looking down at him.

Lightening flashing above the wooden double story house. The sight of the huge gigantic man who stood at more than twenty feet carrying the wooden double story house came to Sir. Galiot’s eyes.

“WHAT IS IT YOU WANT, MEN GALIOT?” the gruffy, old voice asked, almost sounding like the loud thunder.

His feet felt stiff as he stopped walking. “OH MY GREAT ONE, DEVOURER OF THE INOCENCE AND FEAR OF MEN I HAVE BROUGHT YOU YOUR FINEST GIFTS FOR THE EXCHANGE OF POWER FOR ME AND MY MEN AND TEN THOUSAND GOLD COINS,”

“Children,” the voice said between giggles.

“Yes, the finest children from the finest women!” he yelled.

“I’m afraid the children you have aren’t worth power for you and your men but I will exchange them for the finest gold coins you’ve asked,”

“But great devour my men and I need power for the coming war,”

“Then get me more children! Pure children! Young and fresh born!”

“Fresh born cannot be sow in this month and you know that,” Sir Galiot’s voice sounded slightly raised.

His hand immediately got twisted as a scream left his lips. “You shall not speak to the one you tie your soul to in that manner men Galiot or I’ll turn you to dust you were made from!”

“AAH!”

His arm stopped twisting as he got on one knee. “Forgive me, forgive oh great devour,”

“Very well you shall enter my chambers,”

His body involuntary stiffening and got dragged toward the wooden house before lifting up in the air heading toward the wooden house, fenced by bones, children’s bones.

Author's Note❤️

Took me a whole day, thinking of a better way to show this chapter. What do u guyz think? Is this dark enough?