The King's Weep I

Chapter V

Hell.

   The deep canvas of Heaven and Earth put together to create a masterpiece with a creature from each world guarding it's doors. No one exits Hell, and no one enters freely. Each man and women brave enough to commit a crime they know would bare them a after lifetime of cruelty and anguish would never walk alone into the doors of Hell without cuffs. People are chosen carefully for Hell, as surprising as it would sound to anybody. People that have done things that haunt them till their death, is the people they accept. They are the most easiest to torture and taunt. Kahl believed this, because it was what his brother told him. His brother only wanted to free himself from the monster grip of reality that massaged his shoulders every second and ticking minute.

   "I see you are still thinking, master Kahl." Kahl recognized the hard voice of his father. He turned from the window to face the large and buff man, who's emotionless face stared at Kahl.

   Kahl stared at him, "what do you want?" He had no time to waste on his father at the moment. "Why are you not at your base? It will not command itself." Kahl stated, making his fathers eye twitch.

   "We need to talk about something, son." He gestured towards the small table to the side with five aiding chairs sitting, for they have not been sat on for at least twenty years.

"Do not call me your son, Alkimi. Nor will I sit down for you." Kahl glared at the man that he would not be surprised if it looked like a fire.

Alkimi sighed and stared at him, his eyes dwelling upon his. Kahl held his own, until there came a sudden knock on the door. He glanced towards it, as did Alkimi.

"Who is it?" Kahl uneasily shouted, and once again stared at his father.

"Viny, master Kahl." A warlock from the Eastern Woods.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Kahl questioned, he already had enough on his plate.

"If you let me in i'll answer any question you have." He answered back, seemly not patient.

Kahl grunted, moving to open the door. But, Alkimi already beat him to it and opened the large metal door.

A man, large but not like his father, was standing there. His dull brown eyes Kahl had always loved to look at now irritated him, making him clench his jaw. Viny stepped inside, nodding at the old, old king. "You could have mentioned your father was here, Kahl."

Kahl huffed, "I did not deem it as important. What do you want?" He asked, once again questioning the warlock.

Viny sighed and raised his hands. "Okay okay, i'll hurry my ass up." Alkimi hissed at their inappropriate language, but Viny just made a face at him. "I have some bad news."

Alkimi stepped up, "what is it?"

Viny narrowed his eyes, "I wasn't talking to you, now was I?" He replied.

Alkimi did the same, "yes. But I am in the room, so I am as curious as my son."

"I told you to stop calling me your son, Alkimi." Kahl fumed, turning to him.

His father shook his head, "you are my son, I have the right to call you it."

Kahl laughed, "no you do not, you monster. You do not have permission to call me your son till you bring back my mother and brother."

Viny breathed in and glanced between the two, "wow okay. How about instead of daddy and son fighting, I tell you my awful news so all three of you can fight about it!" Viny smiled.

Kahl and his father looked at him, confused. "What do you mean all three of us?" They asked in unison.

Viny sighed yet again, and bit his lip. He felt the blood on his tongue, and quickly licked it away. Kahl and Alkimi stared at him, their gazes unwavering.

"Your brother is back."