Garlox quest

Chapter 21; time to feed.

Mex was still laying down on the ground, chained to a nearly rotten chair. 'So.. you're not much of the small talk type of person, right?' The guard that was guarding the door didn't respond. 'Well, since you're an inhabitant of this town.. I presume that you must've taken care of me as well, at some point..' Mex stared at the ceiling. It was filled with bugs, and some strange looking flora. 'I'm thankful for that. That's why I'm still alive after all.' The guard didn't even turn around, and just stood there. 'I've got nowhere else to go, pal. It'll just be the both of us all night. You might as well tell me your name.' The guard turned his head for a brief moment. 'It's Baldock. Now please.. can we get back to being grumpy guard and silent inmate? That would be swell.' The guard turned his head away from Mex, and took his original position. 'Swell? Geez, who raised you. Your grandparents?' It got awkwardly silent for a second, until the guard decided to dignify his question with an answer. 'Infact, yes. My father is in the royal guard, and my mother is a full time nurse. I spend every waking minute with my grandma, and i'm very thankful for that. Any other questions, or are you going to make everything awkward?'' Mex's face turned red quickly, and mumbled something. '.. Just pick me up, will you?' 'It seems like that would be the only thing to keep you from talking to me, isn't it?' Mex nodded eagerly. And waited for the guard to come inside. '.. You know that I can't hear you nodding, do you?' 'Just... Just pick me up, alright? All the blood is streaming to my head.. And I like my blood where it is.' The guard chuckled, and decided to pull Mex from the ground. 'You and Queenly had a big falling out, haven't you?' He got up from his knees, and gave the chair a gentle pat on the back. 'that yould keep you on four feet.' 'Well, we had.' Mex said, sighing. 'I just feel bad for Christophers death, even if she hated him or not.. It's still family!' '... let's just say that Queenly doesn't care for family, that much.'

The deaf man was looking pale, most of his blood was used as paint to fulfil his desire for music. Not any music, the music that his brother praised so highly. It was another fresh day, rays of sunlight pierced through the window. The old man was almost too weak to get up, but he saw that his brother had already gotten up. He didn't even bother to look down on the floor, to see if a trial of knocked over stuff would lead him to the room he hated so intensely. He would drag his barely recovered fingertips against the wall, and leave a trial of blood. Just like his brother would with knocked over stuff. The man was running dry, his desire for sound had almost killed him. He knew that only one thing could satisfy his death. Destroying the music box. He saw his brother, sitting in his usual spot. His eyes, white as snow, directed to the music box. The deaf man would slit his own wrist, and his blood gushed all over the room. The blind brother got up, and felt everything in the room. He put his hand on his brothers wrists, and slowly backed away. A single tear would roll down from his cheek. The blood was dripping down from the walls, and just as the man was about to die.. the blood started talking to him. 'Why give up now? And give him all? You deserve the sound.. take it... take it..' A devilish voice echoed inside the deaf man's head. For the first time he would hear. He saw that slitting his wrists was the only way out. He also slit the other, and streams of blood would drop down from his wrists. He sat down in a praying position, and thanked whoever granted him that power. And he was more than willingly to sacrifice even more. But only if he could hear that song just once. 'Take your brothers life.. take it! It's yours! Everything is yours! Take it!' The deaf man held his knife high, and just as he was about to murder his own brother, the music box opened. And a dazzling gleam shone in the eyes of the deaf brother. He dropped the knife, and rubbed his eyes.

'Please, sir with eyes as white and pure as his soul, your brother has been corrupted by sin. If he manages to destroy the music, sin would win. And if this world is corrupted with sin, life would become meaningless! Please.. with everything in your heart, with the good for humanity.. slay this sin!' The gleam would slowly fill the room, granting the blind brother a bit of sight. He saw that his brother had turned himself into a monster, just because he was so envious of his brother. He knew that he was suffering, and had to put him out of his misery. 'Look! He isn't a saint as well! He's trying to kill you, fool. Take his life! It's yours! Take it! Take his life!' The two brothers, both weakened by body, but strong in mind fought each other. But the deaf brother was far too weak to fight. His body slowly merged with the blood that he had wasted on his cravings. 'Once, sin will take over this world once again.. one boy, with a mother being related to evil, and a father born from sin, will bring chaos to the world.. once he fights for the cause of sin, nothing can stop him from spreading the word.. and take everything that is his! Everything is his! Take it! Take it! It's yours! Take it my boy, take it all!' He would slowly sink into the floor, being sucked down by a portal made from his own sinful blood.