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Chapter 3 - “Fallen King & Arbiter”

Aha-ha-ha-ha!

Body bends in laughter.

"You truly think that will be a sight to make me fall

for?"

Aha-ha-ha-ha!

Hysterical laughter fills premises. Old chambers

of the church trembling from rumbling.

"Oh come on! Come on! You've played the role of

demon crowned,

When all are jesters in the crowd. You've killed and

you've misplaced the hearts,

You messed with life of simple twats.

You've played the sinner priest in church, as you've

plead faith and spoke of light,

Of godly blessings and delight from owning up and

fully being in belief.

Of how miserable were the lives of those who sat and

ate each of your words.

You've played the lonely actor in the crowd of madness

and steeped so low to shatter dreams that kept some going

through the life that's drowned them…"

A glass picked up and wine was gulped.

"Excuse me dear, but that's absurd. You cannot waltz

yourself before me and then pretend to be the victim. Of

honey, you've drunk blood of silly people in the gospels…

What was it? Ah, don't mind. And then there was that

horrid sight of mass extinction of some poor beings that

left to you all their precious souls. Really, you come to me

to whine and ask for help? Don't really see this happen

here."

The person walks to the chair, then pulls down

remnants of a human.

"So tell me, honey, how come I'm here to see you fall

so low? Are you not the trickster of the dome? What

brought you here, to such depths of hell on earth?"

Few steps and there's a thud. The body is soaked

in blood. The person who's deemed the evil is being

the one so weak, so crumbling in fact, that he almost

cannot speak.

"Please.." – Comes out a hoarse and weak voice. –

"Please."

"Oh no, darlin', no! You can't blame me for being so,

but you do see yourself, m? I'm not touching a single

strand on you. Unless…" – A smirk appeared on a face.

– "Unless you willfully, with your own words, state to

all the gods and those who are lost to those, that you sell

yourself to me for all of the fucking eternity. Does that

sound good, m?"

The evil, angry glare – becomes a stare. His body

is weak, as blood is all over the floor and he's knee

deep in all that was unique, but now is merely that

which drags on the possessive soul.

"Oh, I see that it's your typical 'no'." – A smirk on a

face grew into a smile. – "Well, sweety, you're either

dead, or plead forever to be mine." – Shrug of shoulders

and he gets up to come closer to that, who cannot

pick body up from the floor. Knees as if glued, body

heavy, the merciless battle made him almost crumble

to bits.

"Oh don't worry. You can pick whichever more fits.

Not that I care how you end up dead. Not my cuppa tea,

to be said. But don't worry, I'll just sit and watch you

wither. At least that will do."

The sun shining in, with the dazzling light, yet this

local demon that consumes ones fright will be here,

as he were, enjoying the sight of someone that was

a whole lot of fright, once that was king… But now

– look at him… Wounds all over, bleeding like cattle

that's there to be dinner, weak and yet with eyes that

can rise the dead. That anger can move hoards of

the evil… Well, how fun is to enjoy watching him

succumb to one who was the lowest 'lamb' in legion.

The silence had kept the cold in the church… With

stalling of fallen king and the arbiter, that served the

church.

The weather darkened, clouds slowly filled the

sky. A bit more and a patter was across the whole of

the height. The rain went harder, then softer, with

variety of beat and sounds.

"Come closer" – Anger filled eyes, with body too

heavy to rise, had spoken in barely audible voice.

The arbiter waved hand.

"Oh no. That's not how it goes. You do know

better."

The anger had not died, yet the tired sense oozed

from the next sentence.

"I sell myself to you. Bound for eternity to the one

that calls himself by the name of Kiel. For the rest,

until my very death."

"What good boy we have here…" – Sense of superiority and achievement was felt in the voice, getting

up by own choice and walking towards the almost

dead being. – "I'm taking you into my service, as a

slave bound by his foot, to my words and my commands,

as I'm making my thoughts. You'll be mine and mine

only, by the string of the holy chain, by the foot and the

heart – you're mine, never to part."

The wounds began to heal, as body grew with

power, the red and chaining bloody seal was

wrapped around in power.

He rose to feet, with blood evaporating into mist

that dissipated.

"I won't forgive you."

"Nor shall I, my dear, did you forget who was I?" –

The smirk and the wish for death was there in the

face of the Arbiter. – "Darling, I was the one you killed

and placed to serve for the part. Then, well, yes, few

centuries later you don't remember that…"

The other smiled, walked over and took the hand

of the arbiter in his, then raised that hand and kissed.

"I pledge my service, my master." – The eyes

smirked with disaster.

Arbiter pulled the hand away and walked to the

altar, as he shook head in disapproval.

"How silly of me, yet how cunning of you. To know

from then on, or even before… How the events will befall.

How cunning indeed."

"I would not trade that knowledge for even a bit.

To kill you and know how you grow. To know how

you raise and fall. You've made quite a great thing

out of self. I'm glad I came to love you."

"You never did. Just keep saying that to self, you misfit.

Well, how sad. But then again, you're bound little twat

in my hands for all the life to hold. So you better make

sure to keep me pleased."

Hands wrap around the waist and kiss is on the

neck.

"I'll make sure to keep that in check."