His Plea

Part 6

The stuffed smell of blood in the air, the darkness in the room, the figure of his dead brother with no head and the sword that was dipped in red, amidst all of it, stood the man who ordered and planned everything. 

"Sir, it's done," Jeff, making no sound just like an assassin entered the room.

 "....Good work," Terror said still looking at the ceiling, feeling complicated. "Announce it tomorrow," he ordered. The old emperor is dead, and the citizens of the Solaria empire will now welcome a tyrant who was going to rule now. He turned to Jeff and followed the exit. "Damn, cleaning your boss's mess is a pain in the ass," Jeff sighed scratching his head as he looked at Terror's figure disappearing in the dark.

Terror was standing at his burnt up house after leaving the chaotic palace. It was dawn, beautiful orange, pink and yellow-reddish hues adorned the sky. Half of his place was burnt, mostly the right side. But another half still remained. When Lien was working undercovers, when Lien was still by his side, it was here where he stayed. His room was on the left side of the mansion, hardly where the fire reached. That was something Terror felt grateful for. At least he could see Lien's room, which he never cared to see before. But Terror was still at the door, holding the hinge of it. Did he have the right to see it now? He was aware of it, Lien's feelings for him. He confessed to him countless times. He knew Lien could even serve his heart on a silver platter if he told him to. He has hurt, the only person who loved him for who he truly is and not the perfect alpha society made him to be, so much. After all, he is the reason Lien can't see this beautiful sunset now.

Terror decided to be a shameless bastard. He slowly opened the door, reached the 2nd floor, ignoring the burnt up walls, furnitures and canvases. He stood before a door that read <Lien>. He looked at the name. A few days ago, Xizhen threw him two files. The first one read <Lien>, an investigation of his life. Terror's excellent memory traced back to that file's contents.

It read:

Name: Lien

No last name, a commoner.

Sex: Male

Secondary sex: Omega (mid-tier)

Education: Graduated from The Academy, ranking 2nd overall.

Profession: knight

(Worked in abolition knight squad, a promising star)

His last mission was to spy and take valuable information from the Demon King of night, Terror Von Solaria. But he died on duty.

The first page ended with a lie, 'died on duty'. Terror flipped to the next page. On the 2nd page, it read: -was suspected of betrayal, he was given money to leave the night kingdom mission and take on another mission. But he denied.

The 2nd and last page ended with a vague description of how he lived in the streets, how he found life back in his orphanage and how he decided to join the knight squad.

Terror's fingers run through the name hanging on the door. He took a deep sigh before finally mustering up courage to open the door. Lien's room was rather empty. The walls were off white in color and there was no bed or any furniture. Highlighting the owner's life of loneliness. There was a single table and a chair by the window side of that small room. On the table, there was a laptop. Seeing all these, Terror's heart felt like it was being hit by a bunch of arrows. He felt his eyes moisten. He took a step, stumbled, took another step, again stumbled, towards the only thing he can hold on to for stability- the table. His lungs felt like they were clogged up, he was in front of the open window, surely enough oxygen could get in his lungs, but he was hardly breathing. He knelt in front of the table, tremblingly reached his hands to the laptop- the only remains of Lien.