Magus memoirs

Hellraiser

Some classic metal for you, just cause I can. Power music dudes.

--- Rains POV ---

I was honestly just following instincts in this situation.

"I'll not have this peasant killing my staff!! Detain him!" The King shouted, eyes victorious. He wanted an excuse. Why?

Ah, he wants me to fear him, and feed his ego. Not happening. I killed the guards where they stood, spikes of fire in their hearts.

"Now that is not a diplomatic attitude, your majesty." I said patronizingly, grinning.

His face paled even further, making his raven hair look midnight. He cleared his throat.

"I believe you are right, my apologies. I believe we should treat then. What was it you wanted?" He said, regaining that cool regal air.

"The women you recently bought from ser Arthur. The money is here, by the way. This is a recall, I suppose.

They come back to me, unharmed, or you never leave. Those are my terms, very simple." I said, placing the bag of platinum on the table, sliding it to the center.

He appeared thoughtful. "So the three northern whores, for my ent-"

I shot across the table. Somehow I knew 'whore' was a very heavy insult, from the way the generals eyes tightened, and I didn't like it, so I grabbed the Kings throat.

"Insult my friends again, and the gods will never see your soul, for I'll have shredded it." I barely recognized my voice.

I released him, and sat back down. "Now. Without the profanity, please. I promise to respect you as much as you respect me, and insulting my friends is very disrespectful."

He rubbed his throat, eyes wary, and nodded. "The three women ser Arthur sold me for my life and my entire army then?"

"Indeed." I said.

I realized my sword was leaning against the table. I grabbed it, and set about cleaning it. We sat in silence for about half an hour, before he spoke.

"I think not. I think you need to sweeten the deal. I think-" my sword impaled his chair, right next to his eye. Right between his ear and head, shaving him almost.

"I Think you should not overstep your bounds. The ONLY decision you have here is to die or live.

Live by giving me my friends and then leave. Die by continuing to make me ANGRY." I said, finally raising my voice above normal levels.

I discovered why I hadn't done so beforehand. The ground shook with the power leaking out of my voice.

I slowly pulled my sword back, and then sheathed it. I dropped it into my void as a sign of peace between us, if he didn't push me again. I'd given him so many chances.

He drew himself up. Damn. "I'll not be threatened in the presence of my subjects, boy, and I think you deserve to be hung. It'll serve an example to the public, that I'll not tolerate disrespect."

The general looked uncomfortable. I looked at him. "If I kill him, and spare your army, will you see to it my friends are returned to me?" I spoke calmly again, ignoring the sputtering King.

"I am bound to serve my king. If you kill him, I'll have to kill you." He said, looking apologetic.

"Damn. I wanted to spare you. You're a man of honor, something very rare, I'm sure." I said, then turned to the King.