THE TWO-STOREY HOUSE looked dead from the outside. Its walls were darkening and covered in crawling large vines. Weeds had grown tall in the front yard, blocking the pathway. Many years had passed since the last time someone set foot on its door. No one dared from the town entered the house. They believed that the house was haunted and cursed. The old man from the gas station forgot to tell them about the story of the house held. It didn’t matter anyway, since there was nothing out of the ordinary. Negative energy wasn’t present in that house, even though it was abandoned for a very long time. It made Xurden doubt if he could find something in there that would help in revealing Yric’s real identity. He was desperate to stop his mind from being restless because of Yric.Xurden signaled his head at his assistant without sparing a word. Marco understood his command and moved toward the door, parting the tall weeds. His henchman made a path for him to take. They approached the house in si
TO ESCAPE, the grueling state of Yric, Xurden went to a bar for some drink. He couldn’t do it in his own house since Yric had not stopped crying. It had been a couple of hours and yet he was still pouring out his tears that seemed like not going to end. He left him with his two henchmen so he would be fine.Calm music played in the air, filling the whole place. Since he went to the bar, he had not moved from the table in the corner where he sat, far from the eyes of the others who went there. The low light from the ceiling also helped to hide his face. He hated going there, but he didn’t have a choice. There was no room in his house where he couldn’t hear Yric’s cry.He looked at the golden liquor in the glass he was holding. It reminded him of his life before in the first realm. The glistening gold reflecting the light was a sign of his status and glory. He could take it all back once he caught every demon on his list. The only thing he needed to do in reaching that goal was not to p
THE UTENSILS clanged as Xurden prepared the table. He cooked a lot that almost filled the dining table. The smell of the food wafted in the air, making him more hungry. It was the first time he had made different dishes for no reason. He just felt like doing it that evening. It was already dark outside when his stomach growled and he would eat more than before. His appetite became high. Eating everything on the table would not be a problem. Thinking hard drained him, which made him not leave his office for many hours. He stood confidently when he put the last dish and looked at his preparation. The dishes looked so good to his eyes that boosted his confidence more. As he folded the sleeve of his shirt until his elbow, Sebastian arrived looking like a vocalist of a rock band. His assistant wore tight leather pants and a black jacket. Sebastian came from the door, exhaustion was showing on his face. They had been working non-stop after the incident on the island.“What’s the occasion?”
THE CURATOR brought them to a room filled with boxes of different sizes. Xurden heard a growl from a bigger box, which he ignored. They displayed a few of the artefacts atop the boxes, where Marco fixed his eyes. The artifacts emanated undeniable charm that could make a normal human being weak on their knees. The purple-haired man stopped beside the small boxes of potion in the very middle of the room, facing the two.“Take your pick,” the curator said happily, opening the small boxes one by one. The light coming from the ceiling cast a glint to the vials inside. He still glued a smile on his lips. He looked like a crazy person as the time passed.“We don’t want any of the potions,” Xurden told the curator. He spoke clearly and heavily. “I want a distinct thing.”“My guess is right, then. You don’t like you need potions anyway,” the curator said. With a wave of his, the small boxes closed on their own. “What is that you really want?”“I can’t answer you. I know you have everything her
WHEN XURDEN went back home, he took a shower. The cold water drenched his muscular body. But that didn’t take away the heat he felt at that moment. No matter how low he lower the temperature, it didn’t help even a little. He no longer knew what was wrong with him. Maybe the demon had something to do with it. He couldn’t remember though if the demon put something on his neck while his back was on him.There was no other explanation that he could find. He couldn’t think of any other reason than the demon’s breath was poisonous.As every second passed, he felt colder, even though he was hot all over his body. That’s when he realized he was already sick. He didn’t get sick even once, but at that moment it was happening. That’s why he was confused. He concluded that the demon really made him sick. He closed his mouth to repress his moan because of the cold. His muscular body was shaking. The pouring water on his back muffled his grunt.In the end, he hurried out of the shower, grabbing the
XURDEN woke up at the sound of Sebastian calling him. His henchman was not loud, but he could hear him clearly. He opened his eyes, looking for Yric because he was no longer in his arms. His arm felt numb and told him it was just been a few moments when the younger left his room. He tried moving and found he could swing his body. Yric helped remove the poison from him. Now that he was thinking about it, he wondered how big Yric’s knowledge was about things. He sat straight, massaging his numb arm. The storm was still breaking the night outside.“What is it?” Xurden asked as shifted his eyes at his assistant.“I thought something happened to you while we were out. I came here to check after I saw Yric came out of your room,” Sebastian told the man. “But looking at you now, you seem fine.”“When did he leave?”“A minute ago,” Sebastian answered him. “Why would Yric stay here? What did the two of you do?”He stared at his assistant because he felt like something’s brewing in Sebastian’s
AFTER SEVERAL moments, Xurden turned the page, looking at Yric. The younger guy just sat quietly while licking the chocolate that was sticking to the inner part of the wrapper with his tongue. He frowned at what he saw and shook his head when Yric shifted his attention to him. Yric felt embarrassed, so he just folded the cover and put it in the pocket of his pants. After that, he put back his eyes to the book he was reading. The storm outside was still loud. It seemed like it would not stop.The silence that enveloped them became unbearable for Yric so the younger guy pulled the sofa closer to the table. The legs of the sofa scraped on the floor, filling the entire room. Xurden didn’t like what was happening. He gave Yric a warning with his eyes, but the younger guy ignore it. Yric was becoming more confident in testing his patience.“Stop doing that,” he retorted. “If you can’t stay quiet, go back to your room.”Yric didn’t listen to him even a little. “Let me sit near you. I want to
THEY ARRIVED at the coffee shop a minute after they went down from the cable car. The coffee shop had two floors where tourist sipped their drinks. The ambiance of the interior looked Mediterranean, and the colors were a mixture of gold, brown, and milky white. They moved to the second-floor balcony, taking the stairs. Because tourists filled most of the tables on the first floor. Fortunately, there were free tables for them to take. They sat in the very corner of the balcony under the enormous umbrella overlooking the vast ocean.At the point when Xurden sat down, he took out his cell phone from his pocket. Yric sat next to him while his two assistants were in front of them. He read the message he received from Arasia. His brow furrowed because the woman was bothering him again. She asked him what was going on between the two of them. He looked around the balcony, but he didn’t see her. Realizing that the woman wasn’t there, and she was just being nosy, he stopped from turning his he