Chapter 5: A test of courage for a new henchmen
By the time that Sam arrived back to the room Cass thought he was going to lose his mind. Thankfully, whatever was in that weird, bottom of the dumpster drink healed him from his awful, painful headache that prevented him from doing anything else.
That didn't mean he could get up from the bed, or move around that much. He wanted to curse the "gods" who sent him here.
A shrine to a demonic god kept looking better and better by the minute.
Thankfully, he didn't have to resort to that as Sam came back with several papers. Not just several, but enough that it warranted having another person enter into his chambers. They were also a man, but they had bright blue hair. It should have shocked him, but Cass grew up with a sister who had changed her hair colour every other week in university.
Not too much shocked him in that regard. Hell, if someone popped out and declared themselves a vampire, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash. A werewolf transformation? Nothing. Fae? Please, try harder. Devils, demons and dark lords? Yawn.
Outside of Cass' internal monologue, it was clear that the servants who worked for Lord Blackburn were not expecting Cass' lack of a reaction. Even Sam, who had overheard that he had very little of his memories, was stuttering over his words as soon as the boy crossed into the room.
"F-Forgive me, Lord Blackburn! I wanted to f-fulfil your request and needed assistance. Do not take it out on Byron!" Cass was almost amused with how pissed off he was at Lord Blackburn's treatment of people who were supposed to take care of him. Byron, the blue haired boy was quivering, clearly afraid of the consequences of helping his friend out.
Cass' sigh filled the room, and both men collapsed to the ground. They put the newspapers to the side, making sure not to wrinkle them as they pressed their foreheads against the carpets on the floor.
"Please Lord Blackburn! I'm the one at fault! Don't punish Sam!" Cass was impressed with Byron's booming and deep voice, especially out of such a small, underdeveloped body. There was a reason he was calling him a boy. He looked like one.
"I have no plans to punish either of you. Now, get up off the floor, both of you. Once you put the newspapers down on the bed, could one of you open the drapes?" Cass asked and watched as both boys trembled.
"B-But you said you would flog us if we let someone else step into your room?" Sam said, his voice barely above a whisper. Cass felt his mouth turn down in a frown as he stared at the heads of the two boys who hadn't raised them. Fuck everything.