The Horseman of Calamity

Chapter 15 - The Fifth Horseman

Rodriga sat impatiently tied to the chair with a mask over her face. A tall and muscular woman with long hazel-brown hair which is typically braided. Her hair was now a mess with her looking sickeningly skinny. Her face had been beaten and bruised badly but she didn't care. She couldn't see anything but she was able to clearly sense her surroundings, she was in the bilge of a sailboat, as it rocked gently on the ocean.

All she wanted to do was break out of the cuffs and ties and kill the man who had done this to her. Her mind ran rampant with ideas of how to make him suffer once she was free: she could impale him, crush him, maybe crush his throat with her bare hands. Unfortunately for her, the cuffs were not only created with hallowarth, a rare mineral which suppresses the usage of death energy, they were also enchanted with a spell that would kill someone dear to her if she were to break them. She was full of spite and resentment, her mind only filled with hatred, so much hatred that words could not begin to describe how she felt right now. It was humiliating for someone of her position to have this done to her, her territory was now left unprotected, her organization without a leader for all she knew, and on top of that she had been severely violated in every possible way. The peace she had brokered between the orcs and humans in the Mixarb forest had definitely broken down without her.

"So, do you want to tell me anything else I should know? We're about to land on the Abrahim Coast and from there we depart, my love." A man with a sickeningly twisted voice spoke, Rodriga couldn't see his face but she was very well familiar with it.

"Fuck you." She spit forward hoping that it would hit his face.

The spit did smack the man's face head on. He then wiped it off of his chin slowly as he grinned.

"For that, I'll punish you again tonight." He slapped her hard and chuckled, reveling in his sadism and the power he held over her.

"By the way, did you hear about what the Hung kid did lately?" He asked her and waited for a response but got nothing.

"Well, get this... he attacked Tannabriss' slave cargo! He freed exactly 122 slaves and is now on the run again, what a goofball right? I mean, come on, nobody messes with Tannabriss. I can't even begin to tell you how piss-scared I am of making this deal with her!" He rambled on and on.

"Oh yeah? And when you hand me over to Tannabriss and unlock my cuffs, the first thing I'm going to do is rip your shriveled heart out of your chest!" Rodriga shouted and spit on his face again.

"Of course, but I'm not so sure if Tannabriss would be so willing to free one of her fellow Horsemen, no?" He laughed and wiped his face once more.

"It's honestly better that way, she can get rid of you and I can take over as the Horseman of War on your stead! Something tells me she's got other plans for you though." He leaned in and whispered the last part.

"I think it involves your good ole' unc..." He added with a hint of mockery in his voice.

This comment infuriated Rodriga who started trying to kick the man. "She would know better than to mess with him! He'll slaughter her if she even tries to pull anything on him!"

"Don't worry, Rodriga, I'll be better than you could have ever been. No more boring peacekeeping and actually getting stuff done, ya know?" He grabbed her chin and caressed her cheek whilst licking his lips.

"It's about time the Horsemen of the Apocalypse actually got things done around here, wouldn't you agree? All you do is squander your potential, time, money, and influence with trivial matters. When instead, we can get things done! The kings, emperors, and rulers of the main continent continue to rule unjustly and stagnate in growth. This world has changed too much in the wrong direction for my liking, and I know it will be better with me riding at the helm as opposed to you four fools. Too much freedom and choices, we only need one thing and it's unity. And with that, I'll bring every nation under my banner so humanity can be the force it was destined to be. Who knows? Oh! And the tale of the Rainbow Gnomes has also caught my interest! Have you heard of it?" When he was finally done with his monologue, he planted a firm kiss on Rodriga's lips who vehemently rejected it.

"Go rot in hell you sicko!" She shouted at him.

He smiled at her insults and asked in a deep sultry voice, "I think you're actually scared for your uncle, aren't ya?"