Chapter 145: It Means War
Aleena lowered his gaze and stared at the beautiful, intricate pattern of the rug. It would be so unfortunate if it was to be marred by...say, a splatter of blood.
Because the way the Lord of Greed looked at them now, felt like the guillotine was already right behind their neck.
Aleena, and most certainly her brother, the foolish Lord of Lust, thought the matter had been resolved with the druid’s ’curse’. But yesterday, one of the elders flew from the realm of lust and arrived at the castle just past midnight; exhausted and pale.
Oh, no--the matter was not even remotely closed.
The elder told her that the Lord of Greed had demanded his presence, anon. And now, the next day, she was here, in a room usually employed for secret conferences; soundproof, magic-proof, escape-proof.
The Lord of Greed was sitting on his chair, regally irate. She couldn’t see it in his face, but she could feel it in her bones; a cold of fear so intense it clawed into her most heinous nightmares and dragged it up so it could choke her, choked them. She felt her fear, and she felt the other demon’s fear as they merged and shove back into their soul like continuous invisible torture.
And all the while, the silver eyes just looked at him with the coldness of the northern ice plains, the cruel gleam within cleaving like a blizzard.
"My Lord, could you please...take mercy on this old one?" the elder, who was actually in a better condition than the other younglings, begged the Lord of Greed.
The silver eyes blinked, and the infernal coldness was receding. It was still there, though, like a noose around their neck. The elder bowed his head, and the Lord of Greed stood up.
Aleena was still a baby when Ra Natha led the movement to get rid of the Spectres. She was in school when he became the Lord, gaining the title of Matsa for his name. For the Lust citizens, including her, he was a hero.
For the elders and the authorities, he was a ticking bomb.