A couple of days later...
Peter finally arrived at Zinon, the territory owned by the Morgans, not knowing what to expect. On one hand, he did what he needed to in order to save his life by acknowledging Ashton as his lord.
But on the other hand, not only did he betray his lord, but he was back acting as a ssenger of their enemy. There could be only one punishnt for doing such a thing- Death.
Well, that would have been the case if he could even reach his lords in the first place. As soon as he stepped foot inside the city, the soldiers and his comrades jumped him as if he was so lowly thug and restrained him before he could even get a word in.
"What is this? Unhand this instant-"
Those were his last words before a piece of cloth was forced into his mouth and he was dragged away. All of this happened on a street filled with people who knew Peter and yet did not raise a finger to help them.
And why would they? Peter was a well-known nace. There wasn't a single soul whom he hadn't taken advantage of in one way or the other by abusing his powers. Therefore, seeing him getting treated like the criminal he was, only brought pleasure to their eyes.
An hour later, Peter was thrown into the throne room, still restrained as if he was so rabid dog. However, the room was entirely empty, with the exception of Lord Bishop and Lord Marcee. But as he looked closer, there was soone else standing behind them.
A woman's silhouette was slowly creeping behind the lords, with a dagger ready in her both of her hands.
"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!"
Peter tried his best to make the lords turn around and save themselves. However, his efforts were in vain. The lady got closer and closer to Marcee, who for so reason still hadn't noticed the woman standing right behind him.
It only seed a matter of a mont before the lady attacked Marcee with her knife. However, the next mont sothing unpredictable happened. Sothing that forced Peter into a state of shock. The lady smacked his lord so hard, that he fell off of his throne.
A mont later, the lady's face was graced by the low lighting of the room as she took Marcee's place.
"How many tis do I need to tell you, dogs like you are not allowed to sit like Lycans." ra spat on Marcee's face in disgust, "You stay down near my feet like a good slave. Am I wrong... what was your na?"
"It's Peter," Bishop replied, and the next mont ra lunged the knife deep into his thigh, but the man didn't even flinch.
"Did I ask you the question?" ra snarled at him, "You only bark when you are asked to! Now, where were we? Oh my, how will you talk when you're restrained. Guards, take the cloth out of his mouth!"
"Ha... what have you done to them!?" Peter yelled at the top of her lungs as soon as he could do so.
ra didn't respond to him, but Marcee did by throwing a dagger at him. For a drunkard, his aim was pretty good as he managed to hit the man directly in his shoulder.
"What I did to them? Hm... sothing much worse than what I am about to do to you. But first, I want to hear why you are back alone."
Peter bit his lips to stop thinking about the pain. The pain he was suffering now, shouldn't have been anything in comparison to the pain he felt from Ashton's hands and yet he was hurting too much.
"I asked you sothing."
"Haha... why am I here? Hm... to beg you not to ss with Lord Ashton! Not if you want to end up six feet under the ground."
The pain was slowly getting unbearable. Peter didn't realize it yet, but he was slowly losing his mind. That was the reason behind his maniacal laughter. However, ra did not seem to find his words funny.
"Oh, I never thought you bastards were so quick to switch allegiance. But it doesn't matter what you think. That kid has gone way out of his limits and needs to be taught a lesson. And we'll do so regardless of what that bastard thinks he can do."
"You think so?" Peter was still laughing like before, "I don't know what kind of person you think Ashton is, but he is much better than these fucking spineless bitches who wouldn't stand to defend their subject who has been nothing but loyal to them!"
Peter had officially lost it. After all the years he had served the Morgan family, they would not even raise a finger to stop an outsider from treating him like this?
He had no doubt in his mind that Ashton was a much better ruler than they ever could be. At least he was willing to do anything to save his people no matter what lengths he had to go to. So much so, he even decided to not wage war on his enemies, just because it could lead to the death of his subjects.
The Morgans... they weren't anything like Ashton and Peter had failed to see it before.
"You talk too much." In a flash, ra got off her seat and reappeared in front of Peter who was on his knees, "Let's correct that, shall we?"
"What are you- ARGH!"
ra forced her hands into Peter's mouth and ripped his tongue out in one swift motion. It was her turn to laugh maniacally while Peter desperately struggled to attack ra.
"Laugh now bastard! HAHA!" She mocked him before turning toward Marcee, "Rip him to pieces and announce that Ashton had sent him over like this. Make sure that's the narrative everyone knows of, do that much and I might let you lick my feet soday."
As soon as Marcee heard her words, he yanked the knife out of his father's thigh and lunged at Peter. The latter desperately tried to run away from Marcee, but his restains didn't allow him to get far.
A mont later, the corridors were filled with his cries of pain as Marcee ripped him apart. Piece by piece.
"Ashton isn't foolish enough to wage a war from his end, not without preparing for it first. But with this, we have a reason to attack him... haha!"
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