Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 43

Almorah looked into the man's eyes. She sat chained, still wearing her armor, and her sword not appearing before her hand. She wasn't sure if this was Cladius's power and will, or Volohs's; both men where gods, in their own right and they had both struggled up hill to receive such gifts. Volohs just simply sat there ignoring her. She watched the demons obey his every command. The fiends glanced at Almorah like a juicy stake, their hunger for flesh irrefutable.

"So, Almorah, over the course of the last few days, I've noticed a strange essence from you. You are not a normal soul."

"What do you mean?"

Volohs chuckled, "Your hair should have been blonde, by birth, and your eyes green, yet, they are a blue, of the most finest, and yellow of the brightest gold. Respectfully, you are no normal woman. When you see the world as I do, things become more clearly. The god's favorer you highly, though you are not one of them, do you know of what I speak?"

"Favor me? You, of all people want to have such a conversation; do you not despise their efforts?" Almorah spat back.

"Watch your tone, woman. You know little of what you speak of. First and foremost, the gods are misled; they believe because of their power, they know what shape the world should take. We regard them as perfect, yet, they have has many faults as we humans. Second, I disagree with the gods, because they lie, and cheat us men into their will, their submission. Even I was used, for their sick twisted plan."

"Why would the gods use a morbid man such as yourself?"

Volohs chuckled, believing Almorah naïve, "Come now, Your soon to be betrothed, the Knight of Helm, oh and trust me, if things go as planned, he will ask for your hand, is strong enough to slay thousands of men, single handedly. What makes you think, that this, Cladius, who mind you is weaker than his proclaimed father, couldn't have stopped me in my mortal form? If such is, and I know it is, then what stopped the gods from my conquest?"

"I don't pretend to know their will, only follow it." Almorah growled, turning away.

"Look at me woman." Volohs paused, waiting for her eyes to behold him, "I speak this once, for truth. The gods could have stopped me at any time, they let me conquer Helm, Dechonues, and how else would the three kingdoms be united? I was right from the beginning, I was the one to unite the three kingdoms, and I was simply seeing myself on the wrong side of Prophesy. The mighty Cladius will be famed for bringing unity, but know it would not have happened, unless I had gained such a foot hold. The only thing the gods did not foresee is my rise to power, and so, they attempt to stop me."

"Then why speak of me in the first place?" Almorah asked, "If you just wanted to preach of yourself."

Volohs laughed once more, "I was as strong, as firm in the belief as you are, or once were. It got me nothing but enemies. The world isn't so cut and dry. There comes a time when you must ask, what is evil, and what makes an action, or man evil. Is it what the god's decide, do we really follow so blindly. If it was so simple, would it not be easy for any man to be a god? A king, a ruler, or a simple peasant would suffice under such circumstances. This has as much to do with me as you. Did you know why you have your, so called, deformities?"

"I have no idea. Nor do I believe you know the answer."

"Oh, trust me, I know. I absorbed more than just Oxroses's soul, or even his power. I stole his memories. I know not of Hell, but know the experience of being trapped there for years without end. I know what formed the gods to begin with, and that, that is the power that I will soon hold."