Dellings Secrets of The South

Chapter 9

Nekane

I muted out the loud talking of the guards as I sat in the meeting room, waiting for the general to come in. He asked everyone who had killed a Kakutma to gather here for a meeting. Mostly Dellings but a few humans.

The door swung opened for the fifth time and the last person I expected to see, walked in. Sakura.

Her eyes were alerted as she gazed around the room, not once fazed by how everyone looked at her like she grew a second head. Compared to other commoners, she was one of the few if not the only one that didn't falter under the gaze of a commander.

My brows furrowed in slight confusion as she walked, cross-armed to a left corner, but knowing the little that I did about her, I wasn't surprised she was in the room.

I knew she had an untamed fire burning inside of her when she broke that boy's arm in the field. I could still see the pure pleasure on her face as she watched him scream in pain.

But what I didn't understand was how she got the chance to kill one. I told her to stay in my room and there were no signs of struggle there.

I didn't get the chance to ponder the question further before the door swung opened again and a big, muscular guy, with a bald-ass head and tattoo-covered arms gestured for us all to stand up.

I still hadn't gotten over how plain human look. How their small attempt of embellishing their beauty with tattoos and piercings only lasted for a few years before their skin started sagging.

But that's not something I'm sure a lot of them knew what it looked like. Alastor would never allow that to happen.

And speaking of the devil himself, I watched as he walked in, head held high as everyone of his minion looked past him to not make direct eye contact.

Just a mere human.

Even Amfelice didn't have us do that in the north. Her dad passed the thrown over to her and she took a more relaxed approached, though she wasn't one to be messed with.

She was scary. You could see the evil running through her eyes contrary to this man.

I was shocked the first time I saw Alastor. I was expecting a huge, scary man with a long, dirty beard and scars all over his face, but to my surprise, he was normal.

A forty something year old, medium sized built man with short brown hair. It freaked me out how innocent he looked. How his dark hazel eyes looked kind. That the only evil it ever saw was a dog chasing a bird. If I didn't know all that I did about him, I would've been fooled. Just like everyone else who had ever come before me.

His body was still firm with muscles that hid beneath a thick suit like he was a business man. One that embraced the fine line on his forehead from pushing his brows up too much, just like the way he wore the grey hair sticking out of his beard.

But why wouldn't he? He was the one in power. The only subject to the law was the ones below him. He was above the law.

We all watched quietly as he strolled over to the giant desk at the front of the room, his guards stepping on either side of him for protection as if no one would be able to make a run for it and stab him in the fucking throat.

I'm sure that there were a few in the room with us that were dying to get their hands on him. The smell of obedience didn't shield well the smell of hate and that smell was as strong as the burning sun on a summer day.

He gracefully took a seat, gesturing for the few of us who had one to do the same.

After clearing his throat, he began "I believe you all know why you're here." The quick breath he took before talking didn't help with making him sound tired like he planned, but his fake sad eyes did make him look stressed.