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Chapter 17: Promise and Conflict

Dimitri Leighton

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"That bastard." I muttered, trying hard not to kill someone and rip their organs out with my bare hands.

"Kieffer Knight hasn't come back to report and there were no sightings of him anywhere, my Lord."

Anger overcame me and I grabbed the closest body available and broke its throat. Hearing the satisfying crack of its bones, I heard the people in the room gasp and some held their breaths.

I threw the body off of me and it was sent flying against the walls, falling on the ground with a loud thud. I wasn't satisfied yet so I threw out my fist, hitting a body but I didn't care whose. I was seeing red.

Grabbing a handle, I realised it was heated iron that came from the furnace. I swung it so hard that it hit someone in the face. I can smell the disgusting stench of burnt flesh but I only took it as a sign to trigger my rage.

I blindly pushed my hand out, touching a neck in the process. I gripped my hand on the neck, my fingers clenching and my nails digging deep.

I heard a choke and I felt hands tapping my arm, trying to stop me from strangling the person I was holding. But instead of letting go, I only squeezed the flesh tighter, ignoring the inappropriate noises coming from the person until I heard something break and the body stopped moving.

I dropped the lifeless body, making it fall heavily near my feet. I clenched my fists, shaking as I did so. Taking deep breaths, I narrowed my eyes at the first man in command.

"Call the pilots and prepare for flight. Take at least five guards available, we leave first thing in the morning." I command.

"Yes, my Lord."

I turn to my butler who happens to be lucky that I didn't kill him at my outrage.

"Get Christopher."

He bows in response, running off. I grabbed a glass of wine from the table to ease my mind, scanning the place in the process.

There were bodies scattered in the floor. Blood splattered and their wounds split open. It looked like it was done by a monster, yet again, I am not a monster-- but a demon.

My wife would have stopped me from my sudden outburst and drag me out to calm myself down, but now she is the reason for all of this. Damn, I am ashamed but I miss her. The feel of her soft skin against my body and the way her thin lips devoured by mine.

Those beautiful strands of her natural white hair that shined under the moon and those silver eyes that reflects her pain.

Before I could begin to imagine my wife's beautiful face, I felt a dignified presence coming up from behind me.

"You called me, my Lord?"

"Prepare for the outcome of your skills, Cris. We are going to give your brother a visit once we find him, and I want you to handle him yourself." I say, turning my face towards him.

"Just give the word, my Lord, and I will fulfill my duties." He pushed a knee against the floor with his head bowed down.

He looked exactly like his brother. The same color of yellow hair but he had a slight beard over his muscular jaw that made him look older between them.

"I, your Master, promise you your desire to fight my wife's servant to the battle of death. You have my word, Christopher Knight." I say with a low but intimidating voice.

"As you command, Master."

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