Chapter 179: A Visit From Elijah (1)
Just as he promised, Richard showed up at the grand palace in the late afternoon, his expression contorted into a disgruntled look. The journey to the palace had been quite unpleasant for him since he had to deal with the rumors concerning his son becoming a vampire, and a lot of other weird, random questions were thrown at him on his way here - questions like if he knew about Cas’s predicament and chose to hide it?
Or if anyone else in his family was also a creature of the night.
"Those gullible fools!" He muttered in a disapproving tone.
Unfortunately, it was impossible to shut the crowd since the information wasn’t one he understood. Cassian’s strength when he dealt with the Fiend at the prison came as a shock to him, but after digging into what Cas had been through over his childhood years, he discovered that his son had sneaked off from his yearly didactic training to join the military.
He wasn’t surprised, Cassian had committed far more mischief during his childhood. All those times they assumed Cassian was being morally educated, the rascal actually snuck off to join the military. Truth be told, he never gave Cassian’s life that much importance as he did with Abbot and Oliver, and that led to his cluelessness on his own son’s secret behavior.
All this time, he pictured Cas as a good-for-nothing, unaware of the achievements he’s secretly made while working with His Majesty and the CBI.
A guard escorted him down the long spacious hallway, and after five minutes of walking, they made it to a red door with intricate carvings. Richard’s expression remained grim as he knocked, and only when he heard the familiar voice that told him to enter did he finally twist the doorknob and opened the door.
Stepping in, Alaric had his back facing Richard while his gaze was fixed on the wide glass window. He stared at the world outside with a calculative gaze, his countenance giving off an eerie atmosphere even when Richard failed to make out the expression on his face.
He held a glass of red wine, holding the stem in between his fingers, and only after he heard the door shut behind him did he look over his shoulder to steal a glimpse of who had entered, and as expected, it was the guest that had him waiting.