Chapter four: "you would have exceeded at ruling this kingdom."
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"Father?" I softly ask the man that stood just feet away from me. Not wanting to create a scene or alert Audric and the others, I lower my dry voice and make it as muted as possible.
He turns around and it is very much him. The apparel he has on was identical to that of the silky, red and white robe with jewels and chunks of gold adorned on the sleeves and cape which was made specifically for him on his coronation in which he wore on the day he perished.
Briskly accepting the truth that this was all a dream and he really wasn't there, I arrange for one of my fingers to pinch my arm to ensure my theory was correct.
But instead of testing that very clever hypothesis, a large ruler appears out of nowhere and beats my appendage, giving me an excuse to wince in pain and yank it out from his reach.
"You're not dreaming." His distinguisible accent that allowed for others to accurately realize who he was even without direct contact wasn't recognizable. The elocution that had fascinated me as a child was replaced by a demoniacal and diabolical temper.
"Why did you do that?" I display my burning arm for the both of us to see and I descry a sanguine-shaded rectangle living right where the irritating object beat me. Surely, a beautiful bruise was to move in and build a nice family extremely soon.
"I'm dead, Ryker. No longer do I have to act as the perfect king. The one who was pressured every day to do the right thing and do my best to eliminate any mistakes. Finally, after what seems like decades I can take off my mask and reveal my true features."
"What are you talking about?" The shining sun shoots a beam of light around his neck and that is when I see it.
Disclosed is a serrated arrow speared through the neck of his. Streaming freshly off of the shaft down the scrag is a watercourse of gore.
"There you go again with the questions. You really never shut up. Take a hint and figure the shit out." That wasn't my father.
From all of what he's already told me, I did have my suspicions, but this response really meant something to me. He wanted me to ask questions if I didn't understand what was going on. In fact, it was encouraged.
A finger that belonged to this creature flicks my temple. Unlike the sore on my arm, this actually didn't hurt.
"This is what I failed at as a parent. No kids should question their parent's motives. I should've punished you, took away the things you loved. Maybe then you would've behaved like other kids. If I had done this, you sure as hell wouldn't be who are you now. The weak teenager you are would have been long gone and the strong and wise side of you would have broke out. You would have exceeded at ruling this kingdom."
"That's where you've gone wrong. My father, which I know is not you, would have never agreed with any of this. Asking questions if I needed to was motivated, and he would never lay a finger on me for the reasons you just listed." A creepy cackle interrupts my kickback, and I can feel a lovely headache coming on.
"I'll tell you what, leave Tarmsworth, never come back, and I'll spare your life. If we can't agree on that, then I will have to create a charming spot in Hell just for you." It all made sense, the satanic voice, possession of my late parent, and the desire to strike a bargain. If that didn't spell the Devil then I don't know what does.
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