Chapter Thirty-Seven: Victor

I can see that neither Jack nor Madison understand what’s going on. They have proven themselves to be quite the threat to my operations, however, and must be kept until I am ready to let them back out. This prison? It’s not where they will live and die. This is just to keep the Agency facing a different direction. Their noble director and their precious Deicine.

They will have no time to get involved in my doings.

“How did you do that?” Jack shouts at me. I just look up at him with a smug satisfaction on my face.

“Do what?” I tease him. This provokes the reaction that I very much appreciate. A first comes flying toward me, and I fade before his eyes, reappearing behind him, “Oh, you mean that.”

Madison keeps still. Calm. I can feel her fear. “How are you doing that?” she whimpers.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” I add. Jack draws a pistol. One of the Agency’s standards. I look at it. It’s against my head. He’s itching to pull the trigger, but between them both they know this placed is littered with magic. They wouldn’t be able to break free even if they tried. So, pulling that trigger would not only result in my death but their own, too.

“Do it.” I smile. I give him a few seconds to deliberate. Kill the man that has caused so much chaos or let me go and live. A tough decision but one that doesn’t only concern him. He’d think about Madison before himself in this matter. I shake my head and slap at the gun. As soon as my fingers touch the cold steel, the gun disappears. “Quite a nifty trick, wouldn’t you agree? I just added it to my arsenal, and it’s already proven wonders,” I begin walking away from the pair.

“Now, I’ve got business to attend to,” someone opens their mouth to speak, but before the sentence is finished, I am standing in front of Daffyd while he sits in his throne room, lazily draped over the throne with Hamish at his side. Neither of them notice me at first. They’re both too preoccupied with the war.

The war…the one that I forgot about in my endeavors. How it must have progressed and escalated. I’m quite interested to find out how it’s come along.

“They won’t last the night. I’ve heard word that the wolves are tired. They’ve killed a few of ours but not enough to make a dent in the armor, and with vampires piling over them constantly they have no wiggle room. Defeat is at their door, Ham.” He’s snacking on grapes. I never thought that the vampires enjoyed the simple human pleasures. After eating on it over the centuries, I’m bored of the taste, no matter how they try and present it these days.

“Now didn’t I say that there was a castle that was to be handed over to the wolves?” I cut Daffyd off calmly. Now they know I’m here. He’s up and at attention. Hamish is cowering behind his master like a pup behind its mother. How pathetic.

“Why would I give it up? The wolves are on their last legs. They are heading for a loss of the ages, and you want me to give in to them? You must be joking,” Daffyd snaps his neck to the side and looks deep into my eyes. I can feel he’s different. He carries his power with command and not the way I knew it to be. “How did you even get in here?” I step forward and disappear. When I come to again, I am right in front of him, my hands around his lapels, and his face loses all expression. I lift him from his throne and toss him across the room. His back strikes the wall. I turn to Hamish. He scampers off. Daffyd is not even upset.

“That’s how I got in here.” Daffyd shows his fangs. A hiss or two follows, and he lunges from across the room. This time, I don’t teleport. I just grab him around the throat as he nears and raise him high into the air. My eyes looking deep into his own.

“Did I not tell you to hand over Torrine? You had very clear instructions. Twice, in fact. I will not speak a third time.” I throw him back down and look at him.

“How?” he shouts at me.

“Didn’t you hear? I’m a god killer,” I reply, walking down the stairs. I would have thought it public knowledge by now that Zeus fell to the hand of what was seemingly nothing more than a mortal. I can’t say I’m not a tad upset that it hasn’t.

“A g…god k…killer?” Hamish mutters from behind.

“Yes. Zeus fell to my hand. Something you couldn’t do in ten years was done in a matter of seconds.” A tremendous right kick into Daffyd’s face and he goes down. Dazed and confused, he looks back up at me. “The castle…” I extend my hand as if he had the deed.

“Right. Hamish, draw it up.” It takes a few minutes. An awkward silence, which I can understand, between Daffyd and I while we wait for Hamish. He returns with the deed signed by the king and himself on the original date I ordered it.

“Good.” I hear the main entrance to the throne room’s door click open. I fade away.