All Chapters of The Bedevilled Soul: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alone now in the woods, it looked ominous and eerily quiet. Even the sound of the horse's foot was silent. All that could be heard was the susurration of the leafs in the gusty winds. The old yellow and brown leafs hustled in the the wind, as the sound of dead, weak trees, creaked at every push the wind gave. The horse neighed as if complaining why we weren't there yet. And he was right. The funniest thing was that, I didn't even know where I was heading to. I halted the horse to a stop, then went under a huge tree with my guide-the magical book, to lead the way. After sitting down on the heaves of leaves that pilled up on the floor, I took out my dagger to feed the book of its food. Blood."Nothing?" I found myself muttered when I saw that the book showed nothing on the page. It just remained blank. At first when I brought out the dagger to cut myself on purpose, it hurt a lot. The process of putting a blade straight through your skin, was definitely a pai

Live had been what we call a living hell for all of us at Talot, like walking straight towards the gates of the underworld. More of the villagers had turned into the septics, making the rest of us that were saved and not turned really few, as if a tiny drop in an ocean. We'd had to protect the inner walls from corrupting with the outsiders. At one point I accepted others from other kingdom to dwell in with us, for protection and provision of shelter and food. I'd done that with a pure heart without any hint of doubt or regret. Now, with the rate of which other corrupted people had filled Talot, it was slowly starting to become close to unbearable. Scarcity of food had hit us harder than a solid rock. The only source of meat we had left after the keepers took all from us, was just the people from Tobin's place. Ever since they'd dared cross their boundary with me, and lost Tobin to me, they'd done nothing but made the kingdom a pain in the ass. They said I will not bow to them. Haha!

Getting there, a young man covered in full pile of blood was laying helplessly on the ground. His eyes.. Oh his eyes were already so pale that I was starting to doubt whether there was any black left in them. It became so hard to even notice where the wound was from. I couldn't really tell much, but from the looks of it, it looked like he was butchered on purpose. He had been completely rough handled. Poor man. What feared me most was that his soul was already half gone from his body as his body was close to being empty at the moment. It was so scary, yet sad and devastating. I couldn't protect him. All of the happiness inside of me, crumbled away and dissolved into the air like dust. There was a silence to my soul; like I was fall leaves under frost. I felt the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still. Part of it was a pain, yet one I felt I could endure, one I could sleep through night after night without the need of false hope.

"Kerik you're not expecting anyone, are you?" Tara finally asked, making use of her words and immediately walking straight to the door.  "I know I'm a lot of things, but I don't keep insane humans as friends."   Following Tara to the door I thought about who must have been desperately trying to break down our door.  Tara slowly reached for the door and opened it gently. Standing grumpily in front of us was a burly figured bald man. Glancing at him, I quickly observed an ornamented sewing of a black serpent on his chainmail amour. A knight you might say, but no ordinary one. He was a member of the keepers. The bald Knights. Even the women always were too. It was believed that they had to get all form of impurities so one can be pure and cleared from their sins. Like that made any of them less corrupt.  "Took you long enough!"he scolded, his cold

"Kerik you're not expecting anyone, are you?" Tara finally asked, making use of her words and immediately walking straight to the door."I know I'm a lot of things, but I don't keep insane humans as friends." Following Tara to the door I thought about who must have been desperately trying to break down our door.Tara slowly reached for the door and opened it gently. Standing grumpily in front of us was a burly figured bald man. Glancing at him, I quickly observed an ornamented sewing of a black serpent on his chainmail amour. A knight you might say, but no ordinary one. He was a member of the keepers. The bald Knights. Even the women always were too. It was believed that they had to get all form of impurities so one can be pure and cleared from their sins. Like that made any of them less corrupt."Took you long enough!"he scolded, his cold eyes fixed on us.