Cambion (Complete)

14 - Blades of the Night

Adino crossed the room towards me. He was wearing his entire suit of black armor that consisted of a mixture of chain mail, plate, and some leather. He looked not only awesome but very intimidating. However, something about him made me feel a lot safer. Perhaps it was his friendly smile or just the energy that he put out into the world.

He sat down beside me on the bed, his chain mail rattling softly. He looked down and I saw that he noticed the angled dagger laying on the carpet. His face scrunched up in a questioning look as he bent down to grab it.

"Deborah brought it," I said, breaking the silence. "I don't even want to look at it."

Adino sat there, twisting the blade in front of his vision as he examined every nook and cranny of it. Would he be able to gain any information from this dagger on the people who had tried to do this most heinous of crimes? I didn't care about the political plot itself, but murder was one of the worsts sins in the eyes of the Almighty. One that was almost unforgivable, no matter the circumstances.

"It took me so long to get my hands on this dagger," Adino said, bringing the blade to his nose to smell it.

"Yeah, I don't know how Deborah got a hold of it," I said. "She seems the sneaky type. Don't really think she likes me much."

"You don't understand," Adino replied, dropping the blade to his lap. He looked into my eyes, trying to somehow register information into my brain through our eyes alone.

"What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find poorly crafted weapons in Auracle."

"Yeah, well, we are known for our steel, I-" the words stopped in my throat as the puzzle pieces started to form.

Adino wasn't smiling and he no longer had that warm energy to him that I had felt when he'd first entered the room. What replaced it was cold. Something I would define as dread.

I shut my eyes, drooped my head, and shook it. "No... It can't be... you didn't...."

"I'm not here to answers your questions, you little shit. You've just come into this world. You know nothing! Nothing! Nagheed has no reason to rule. His lack of experience on the field will only bring us down."

"I don't know what you're saying," I said. "Why not just leave me out of it! I just want to get out of here..."

Adino played with the dagger in his hands, flipping it over but no longer looking at it. His gaze was on the wall, but he wasn't looking specifically at anything.

"How did you know?" he asked. "How? Does it have to do what that fucking arm of yours? Tell me... how..."

I stood up and Adino grabbed my wrist tightly. My only option was to run for the door but wasn't that too obvious? This man would get to me and probably kill me within half a second if I even tried. Gauss was scary enough and he looked up to this man! So, how powerful was he?

"How. Did. You. Know?" he asked me again, his eyes still focusing forward.

"I didn't," I said. "I've told you people a million times, it was an accident."

"How could it have been an accident? You killed our assassin. You did it all at exactly the perfect timing and the perfect positioning. The only person you killed was the assassin and no one else. No," Adino said, shaking his head. "This was planned... It was planned!"

He threw me onto the bed and the blade was yet again placed at my neck. No matter how many times I'd prayed to the Almighty, he did not answer my prayers. Now, I knew, he had turned his back to me. After all those years of preaching his word, he had forsaken. All because of this arm...