Chapter III

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Evil.

A monster living in a human body.

An angel that saved their kind.

That is what many people argued about the old king, whether or not he was an angel, or the devil that carved and built up Hell himself. Kahl used to cry for his brother, but now, he realizes it will do nothing for him. He ignored the towns whispers as he passed by them, only thinking of his brother and rights. Kahl was the king now, and he will make sure the town is not swallowed by the hand of Hell, but surrounded by angels to guide them. He will not lead the town to destruction, but down the path of enlightment. Kahl will make sure every single being living upon the streets will travel with him to Heaven, no matter the cost.

   "King Kahl, hello." The man stopped his horse, and turned towards a small child, petite and fragile looking.

   Kahl nodded at the child, "hello, cherub."

   The child nodded, pleased by the king and his actions. "Are you doing well? Have a piece of bread to purify your day!" Kahl could not turn down a child of so magnificent, so he smiled and took the bread from the eager hand.

   "Thank you so, child. Now go inside, the clouds give me a very dangerous mind, please run off," and she did. Kahl assumed she and her family would celebrate tonight, for the king took an offering. The king blessed them and offered them a good harvest next season.

   As the king travelled back to the palace, snow began to fall again. Many townsfolk stayed outside, used to such harsh weather. They still whispered upon him, but nodded and passed him gentle smiles of relief. Kahl noticed many parents had ushered their children inside, maybe affected by the more harsh weather on the day. King Kahl did notice the snow seemed colder, as did the air. It puzzled him, and he alarmed the passing parents and others to go inside and light the fires. Of course, they all agreed with him, and as he neared the palace gates, no one was to be seen except the heavily armed guards.

   He noticed their small shivers, and he nodded at them. "Please go on home, I expect a cold night." They nodded and opened the gates for him, and waited till he entered before they rushed off opposite ways.

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