The Castle of Etruria.
Sept 5, 2008 13:47:19 GMT -6
Post by Kraft on Sept 5, 2008 13:47:19 GMT -6
Kraft was sweating and breathing heavily. His liver, it was killing him. It was the worst attack he had in weeks. He could not ask for a doctor, nor for some kind of medicine, because he was a prophet, surely he must be under some kind of divine protection.
It had been almost half day since he left Hiro alone with the prisoner and even though Kraft was VERY eager to know what the stranger had to tell, he felt too weak. He had a few bad dreams, and Sergey visited him in his nightmare again. It had been a while, but there he was, grinning at him with that horrible axe. And then St. Elimine again, who ordered him to avenge her and to kill everyone who opposes her. He promised her that Elibe will burn for her. That people will die. But eventually, her glory will be spread.
He got up after a few more hours, and it was dark outside. Surely the prisoner, that little hooded rat, must be exhausted by now. He dressed slowly and drank a few glasses to stop the shivering. He couldn't keep his hands still and he tried hiding it by wearing some kind of robes. It matched his image as a prophet.
He yelled for the guards, which were already there, of course, and followed the long stairs towards the dungeon. When he arrived there he found a few scared looking fellows. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
Somewhere, at the back of the group, a man started crying softly. They all kneeled and the captain held up a document. It was written by Hiro. The silken feel of terror creeped over Kraft's back and his face flushed red. With rage in his eyes, he looked at the men. His guards. Failures. They had let him escape. And now Hiro was gone again, trying to do good but only causing Kraft more problems. Kraft had thought of a different life when he became prophet.
"Kill all of these incompetent bastards. This incident will be forgotten, and nobody will ever know of it. This is the first time an outsider escaped from this prison. You have dissappointed me, men. You cannot live to tell the tale. See you in the after life. Let it be a consolation, that St. Elimine will be with you. And I will heal your wounds in the afterlife. Be brave."
Kraft's elite guards stormed forward and killed the guards. Most of them just sat there, dazed, no knowing what to do, tears in their eyes and vomit in their mouths. Others looked with pride and were glad to have served Kraft, even though their last mission was a failure that they had to pay with their blood. Only one man stood up and fought against the elites. He too was dead within seconds. He died with a look of fear and contempt on his face that made Kraft feel... scared.
He then left the room, because the stench of excrements was too hard to bare. He reread the note from Hiro and looked at his prime Captain.
"Meet me in my study. Now."
It had been almost half day since he left Hiro alone with the prisoner and even though Kraft was VERY eager to know what the stranger had to tell, he felt too weak. He had a few bad dreams, and Sergey visited him in his nightmare again. It had been a while, but there he was, grinning at him with that horrible axe. And then St. Elimine again, who ordered him to avenge her and to kill everyone who opposes her. He promised her that Elibe will burn for her. That people will die. But eventually, her glory will be spread.
He got up after a few more hours, and it was dark outside. Surely the prisoner, that little hooded rat, must be exhausted by now. He dressed slowly and drank a few glasses to stop the shivering. He couldn't keep his hands still and he tried hiding it by wearing some kind of robes. It matched his image as a prophet.
He yelled for the guards, which were already there, of course, and followed the long stairs towards the dungeon. When he arrived there he found a few scared looking fellows. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
Somewhere, at the back of the group, a man started crying softly. They all kneeled and the captain held up a document. It was written by Hiro. The silken feel of terror creeped over Kraft's back and his face flushed red. With rage in his eyes, he looked at the men. His guards. Failures. They had let him escape. And now Hiro was gone again, trying to do good but only causing Kraft more problems. Kraft had thought of a different life when he became prophet.
"Kill all of these incompetent bastards. This incident will be forgotten, and nobody will ever know of it. This is the first time an outsider escaped from this prison. You have dissappointed me, men. You cannot live to tell the tale. See you in the after life. Let it be a consolation, that St. Elimine will be with you. And I will heal your wounds in the afterlife. Be brave."
Kraft's elite guards stormed forward and killed the guards. Most of them just sat there, dazed, no knowing what to do, tears in their eyes and vomit in their mouths. Others looked with pride and were glad to have served Kraft, even though their last mission was a failure that they had to pay with their blood. Only one man stood up and fought against the elites. He too was dead within seconds. He died with a look of fear and contempt on his face that made Kraft feel... scared.
He then left the room, because the stench of excrements was too hard to bare. He reread the note from Hiro and looked at his prime Captain.
"Meet me in my study. Now."