"Clementine?"
She looks up at me, her unearthly green eyes glowing in the library's lamplight.
"Your grip is quite tight," I tell her while looking at the hand she held, her fingers all but crushing mine. She smiled and let go of my hand. There was no one in sight. Dara and Everard had gone to the gates and the kitchen respectively. There was something in the air, not tension but something very similar. I walked over to a random shelf of books, glancing at the titles of books of different origin, culture and content. Clementine did not follow.
"Go on, spit it out," I say after five minutes of deathly silence. It was not like Clementine to keep her questions in for very long. If she was acting like this, she must think that I would be offended by it.
"Earlier today, when we met, you said that you were going to kill me. Was that true?" She asked. I scoffed, then laughed at the serious look on her face.
"I did not say that I was going to kill you. I asked you to give me reason not to kill you. The answer to your unspoken question is no. I wouldn't kill you, even if you came only to visit." I answered. She made her way beside me on the bookshelf and placed her hand on my forearm.
"I am so sorry for what I did to you all those years ago. I was young and foolish and I did not know just how much you meant to me. I wish i could hav-"
"Now listen here," I say while I grip her shoulders, "you and I both know that what you did made it possible for me to weild the scythe. Whether it was intentional or not does not matter to me. All is forgiven," I let go of her shoulders and turn to look at the books on the shelf.
"Besides, if I was still angry about that I would have killed you earlier today like I killed Davim," I said with a neutral tone.
"You what?!" she exclaimed, more than a little shock in her voice. I shrugged nonchalantly, as if I could not be bothered by her reaction.
"I killed him. Though it's not killing if he were dead inside,"
"He had a daemon?" she asked. I nodded in answer, curious as to how she knew.
"Well, that makes three of them," she replied. I looked up in disbelief.
"That is not possible," I said uncertainly. How could four of the warriors who accompanied me in my exploits fall into such temptation?
Something was not right.
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A Warrior through and through
FantasyWhen Walter left his old life to begin a new one with the love of his life, he believed that there would be no need to use his god like powers ever again. He was wrong. Fifteen years later, his wife disappeared in battle, presumed dead by everyone...
