Thump!!
"Just where did I go wrong!!"
Crash!!
Brushing his arm through the study desk, Tim blew off the items towards the wall. He was utterly frustrated and cautious, since it was the first he discovered someone having suspicions of apostles.
The dark mist seeping from his skin grew larger as his bottled fury turned rampant. The butler was none other than a con-artist which strived to end the same people protecting him.
In a deranged motion, he smashed his fist through the wall and the absurd strength of his blow broke through the next room. Tim had ventured into a private inn to release his brimming anger, since he was now under suspicion.
"I am sure I covered the tracks. No one would have noticed there was a clue pointing to me, so just how? How did the young master find out there's an apostle within the manor."
"Ugh this is so frustrating! I need to cover up my tracks before he dives deeper into the issue. Or perhaps, should I …. kill him?"
"No, no. Let's not be rash. Perhaps it is just of suspicion of his, or maybe there's someone pulling the strings out there. Either way I have to make sure my cover isn't blown, at least not until the dawn of chaos."
"Ha, he almost made leak out my bloodlust. If you are trying to pin me down, you would have to do better, Lord Draven."
Knock!! Knock!!
"Ah, I guess the package is finally in", Tim smirked.
A lady opened the wooden door slowly, and gently approached Tim. She was rather fair and cute, with a blonde hair dazzling effortlessly on her shoulders.
"My love, hasn't it been long since your lips caressed mine. You have been ignoring my letters for a while now, so I thought of approaching you without wait. As you can see, my patience is quite stale.", she smirked.
In hugging the butler from behind, she caressed him wholeheartedly. However a blue mist seeped from Tim's skin, and in time her vitality drained swiftly.
Thud!!
Like a dry corpse the lady fell at his feet, and her eyes remained lifeless at the end. Tim had sucked up her soul dry, and rendered another murder case added to the pile.
"Nothing tastes better than a treat in moments of anger."
Murder cases were constantly popping within the Barony of Blackwood; however the Baron was too invested in the sudden intrusion of dreadmourns and dived his efforts in eliminating them.
As such these cases were hidden from the eyes of the people, and when complaints were given, it was simply dismissed as a missing person case.
Whenever a search was conducted, it proved little to no help in the long run. This made the knights at guard tense, and after no evidences appeared they dismissed it.
Draven was yet to find the source of these events, but as his lead had already reached to one, he began setting down plans for the future.
"You look better than when we last met, Thawne."
"That's because I am a prodigy! You can't pick up all the fame when I'm strong enough Ashwood. Only those blessed with strength have strong bodies like mine.", Thawne chuckled.
Fixing his arm to prove his point, Thawne revealed his childish muscles in an extravagant way. Draven was filled with humor after seeing this, and bursted out laughing since Woodlock looked weird.
"Oh I did forget, I found someone I believe to be suspicious. However he has been a helper of the family for years, the butler I mean."
"Huh?", Thawne turned.
"Maybe its just a stupid assumption I am making. There's no way he would be behind all those deaths. I think I might be exhausted from constantly thinking of clues surrounding the apostles.", Draven sighed.
Stopping in his tracks, Thawne looked at Ashwood with a serious expression. The lad was a childish one in every situation; however his sudden mood was filled with bloodlust.
"As long as there's a suspicion, its all we need to uncover a lead. I will scout and find out if its really true, so just be on standby for any disturbances. If it's really the butler, we may have to kill him."
The words of Thawne seemed dense and thick, with traces of hate and revenge lingering about. Draven was taken back by the sudden expression Thawne had for a child his age, and he gulped in fright.
Nevertheless the noble nodded in acceptance. From his investigations on Thawne's background, the lad's mother was killed when the dreadmourns came rushing in. Seeing his eyes filled with bloodlust was the least Draven could expect.
The night closed in swiftly, and all guards stood at their respective positions. Thawne wasn't able to sleep after hearing those remarks from Draven, and took off for a walk with Dusk.
"Do dogs in the underworld also take walks?"
"I said I am not a dog!!"
"Yeah yeah, by the way speaking our language would just cause me enough problems so just shut it. Or you can do that woof woof thing right? That isn't so hard right?", Thawne glared.
*Why is he so serious tonight? Feels like he got ticked up earlier, but to force me in mumbling trash? That brat!!*, Dusk grinned.
The duo strutted through the large hallway of the manor, and the silent night kept both of them on edge. Thawne was still pondering on how to discover a clue on the butler, and Dusk simply cursed Woodlock for suggesting that barking word.
Whoosh!!
Growl!!!
Turning around sharply, Thawne's eyes met the butler beside Dusk. The offspring of Cerberus growled intensely after sniffing a scent from the butler, and in a fierce temper its guard rose high.
"A dog?", Tim glared.
"I had no knowledge you brought in a pet as a guest of our household. Might I suggest you keep a chain on it before it runs rampage. Or perhaps should I shut it up?", Tim suggested.
Thawne retreated a few steps backwards as the bloodlust from the butler suppressed him. Yet in his timid reaction, Woodlock found his suspicion of the butler growing in each passing second.
"Kid, that man is an apostle!! We might fight to the death right now."