Book 3: Chapter 52
A/N: I’m back! I won’t have health insurance until likely January, but I have my medications. Everything I’m trying to do is a bust, including the appeal for my student loans. There will be no more updates on this. I figure all of it’s getting denied, and I’ll just have to pay up.
Gulteer
Mario was silent the entire walk, but I knew he was getting winded with all the stairs. Humans can’t use magic, so the flights up from the basement, the ground floor, and the towers were all manually stepped. Personally it annoyed me, since I don’t get tired.
This just waisted time, something I had an eternity of, yet… I was impatient.
I knew my eyes were a deep red, as this did not sit right with me. By our own laws, this mortal was to be *freed* but it is his choice.
Had any other wished this, enemy or not, this one is not to be marred. He saved my son and grandson, something he didn’t have to do.
“I ask again priest, do you wish to do this?” I asked, entering the auditorium. This room was large and sterile. It was made so other Jekels and medical professionals had the chance to see surgery, when the *rare* opportunity arose.
“…I didn’t expect you, nor your people to be so accepting.” He admitted.
“Answer my question mortal. *Before* we get to the operating room.” I said shaking my head.
“Yes I *do*. There will not be peace…. You are old, before technology…”
“You all merely copy Atlantis.” I rolled my eyes. “I can rightly say I *enjoyed* the intermission when there weren’t phones and the internet. It dulls the mind.”
Alantis had cars, phones, and the internet. Memes are not new… I sighed. When you’ve seen everything, life begins to get repetitive, but this was genuinely entertaining. I don’t get to use these skills often.
It’s always your majesty this or that. Maybe I *want* to be elbow deep in guts.
“You watch WeTube at full volume in the office.” Said my mate, and I must admit… my red eyes were a bit more orange…
“That’s besides the point.” I said stopping at the front of the door. The Jekels were here as I requested, along with the human they’ve been training. They may grow old and die, but they at least got some of their birthright….
A shame Micael married a vampire…. but she wouldn’t have survived a single night with so many of us around who not only enjoy man’s flesh, but soul as well….
“We’re ready.” Said Tanner Jekel, the eldest boy. He looked nervous, as this was their first time working with me. Usually I’d have summoned my assistants from Phantom, but I’ll admit it, if only to myself… Yoten is much too unstable to travel. He’d have the first mortal he sees disassembled and organs categorized by cut the moment I turn around…
The *other* reason humans are Not allowed on the young master’s island. It’s more for their safety than anything. That and they would have access to the Altar, the reason I live there…. No mortal hands may touch it without permission….
It’s enormous, with every known god’s crest carved in Haven and Tarteron stone by the master’s son himself. Stand in the middle, and call any name…
And they *will* appear.
After all, Number Three made such a thing, so all but the top who share One will come. They must…. So any adventurous realm hoppers can gladly hop in my pot. I wish the master destroyed the damn thing. It’s a fucking beacon!
Tearing them apart and using them for experimentation was getting boring. That damn Altar is starting to become a headache.
“I said I’m ready your majesty.” Said Father Parez. I nodded. I need to stop going off into tangents… I know I’m an old man, but I should do better. I lost track of how long I pondered something not really important… I need to focus. One slip and I’ll kill him…
And not just where I’m cutting. The urge to maim him as he stands is part of my very being. It is what I am, not *just* who I am…
I was made to be the thing mortals fear in the night… I was the one who would snatch them up while riding my broom, and have their dismembered bits across the town before I left it…
Fuck I miss that…
“I’ll go to the viewing booth.” Said my mate, leaving. She has a nice ass. I would be lying if I said I didn’t leer at her a little….
“Keep staring and our letters will wind up in the Smithsoniun again!” She giggled.
“Oh gods…. I was so embarrassed… But you still have beautiful ankles my lovely.” I snickered at how flustered I made her. So did the older witches. Back when women held their legs covered, but busts out was I think my favorite era.
Everything was left only to the imagination, and when you pull off those robes, you know you’re the only man who’s seen their bare form…. But that old sentiment was only shared by us old people. The newer generations of my children just want good wives, as there are so few of us.
It could be one day or ten centuries… The mate bond does not fade, nor do my memories. The desire for only her only grows stronger, and I cannot imagine staying in this world if she’s not with me.
“Don’t mind us.” I chuckled. “Go get on the table. We’ll start with tests, and when they get back I’ll do the procedure myself.” I said snapping my fingers, and summoning my tools.
I had some Diamond blades that were paper thin, and cost about 5 times more than the obsidian or steel blades. I didn’t mind the extra maintenance, or the upkeep since the connection of the blade to the handle is *shit* ,but it’s fun sending them off and getting them back from Interstellar.
The lights flickered, and with it came a rush of cold, and the presence of my maker.
“My, my I haven’t seen you *this* excited since I sent you to destroy the Soul Mender’s pack.” Said the master, directly behind me. He leaned into my ear. “That was the only time I think I’d ever seen you upset about my orders.”
He is a welcome feeling…. You don’t know real fear until your maker puts his hand on your shoulder, and whispers the secrets of the universe in your ear.
I know the Last Secret, though because of him I am not blind, like those silly little Secret Leapers or whatever they’re called.
The anxiety and darkness of a being made of the void… The power he radiates is passive, and his attitude is usually neutral… but there’s always a held breath when he appears. He is the feeling before the drop of an amusement park ride, that sight of the abyss before ones fall into it…
“Ah, I miss those times… back when I could fly without restriction, and their terror fed you mighty feasts.”
“Aye.” He nodded. “So what’s the diagnosis?”
“Master, you remember this one.” I motioned the mortal, hiding my honest excitement. I could sense Nanemous and Zeh’Kahrraam slink to the basement… “He willingly ends his line.”
“Yes, I’m here to collect him when you’re done playing with him.” The Horned One smiled.
“Master… I only mean to take a *little* bit of him, that his line end.” I bowed.
“Yes, and last I checked, Arviel kept making more of his line from scraps, and will excommunicate him the *moment* you take his balls.” He said casually. “I can’t see him accepting this without a smite-fest first.”
That was a Warning to let it happen. I cannot go against my master. We do not get the luxury of free choice and will. Even if I had it, I would *never* disobey. Not again….That was why it was taken from me…
“I take it then that the Lord is displeased that I’m even here.” Father Parez mumbled. Time was …. Not stopped… Strange, but being alone here brought the priest fear that could be scented… Exciting.
“Like I fucking know.” The Horned One summoned a chair… He sat on his throne, the one in the throne room Below, but he made it clear he came to watch.
“Do not pester my master mortal.” I warned.
I didn’t understand. The master didn’t come as a doctor, nor did he do his bit where he stops time….. He came as himself… He only does that when he’s summoned, because he likes the surprise on our faces.
“I did.” He said casually, and I blinked… Indeed, he had, but it’d been a long time since he’d singled me out…
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