Chapter 153: He Had It Coming
REAGAN POV
For some strange reason, the air felt colder. Almost as if it could feel the anticipation of the presence that dwelled within this walls. The torch on the walls flickered as I walked past, heading towards the dungeon. Nikolai and Killian walked next to me, their expression stern as we headed towards the darkest part on the dungeon where we kept the most notorious of our prisoners that have been captured over the years, the ones whose names alone and their backgrounds would make even the bravest of warriors shiver.
The atmosphere was thick and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of our footsteps and the occasional drip of water from the stones above. As we got closer towards the final cell, I could feel the shift in the air, it wasn’t just cold anymore. Now, it felt alive.
Nikolai stepped forward and peeked through the small entrance of the iron door. His jaw clenched as he turned to look at us, "Looks like he’s awake."
"Good, open it!" I said and Nikolai turned to do as he asked.
The door opened with a loud clang that echoed through the corridor. A blast of cold air burst out but I remained unflinching and stared at the cell where it was lit by only a single torch. Flames flared uncontrollably causing deformed shadows on the stone wall and inside of it was a single man, bound in chains on his wrist and ankles.
The man sat still on the chair in a confident manner as if the dungeon served as his personal royal chambers. His hands rested on his knees, his fingers slightly bent. He was huge man, his head was shaved clean and he had tribal tattoos running from his head to his neck to his head. He also had a bushy brown beard that was plaited and decorated with shiny golden trinkets that twinkles in the dim light.
The man raised his head and his lips slowly curved upwards to reveal his teeth. "Hellhound!" He called his voice thick with an accent.
I nodded my head towards Killian who took off the shirt he was wearing. The man slowly turned his head to look at Killian with a look of amusement on his face. "Aw, pretty boy doesn’t want to get his shirt dirty."
"Well, I guess you could say that." Killian said as he came to stand in front of him, "You ready to talk now."
The man shrugged as he stared at Killian. "I thought that was what I was doing or is there another word your people call it."