Chapter 39:
My will shall resonate in this stormy game
The arrival of young Abaddon was well received by the guards, for all he had done for them in the past, while the few present who saw him felt sadness because the most shining promise seemed to have declined and the few angry ones did not even give him a thought when remembering the destroyed house.
The next entrance of the Lady of the Hunt showed no sign of any emotion as she escorted the boy to the entrance of the throne and in a moment absent of all the people around them they spoke.
"I heard what happened to the house," he deduced, adding that there must be significant problems, such as having to call in people to rebuild after the farewell. "You had such little regard for him."
“Not that I had any to begin with.” I mention something more cheerful.
“Your time away has ruined you more than you can imagine.” He shook his head as he continued forward.
“I was undecided for a while, but with the deals and plans made, I feel calmer.”
“Like which ones?”
“Cakes,” I explain, feeling amused.
The arrival at the entrance of the throne was not as unknown as he thought, as he looked at him, he was the lord of the House of Sol and the king's clothes favored him in volume, which was lacking in the half-muscled completion.
The lady of the castle, as her new title made clear, left them behind as they continued sorting out their own problems and began to chat, amidst the review of papers.
“Son, I heard what happened with the Casa Sol.” He put the papers aside, aware that he needed more concentration to confront the person who owed him so much. “Do you know how serious this matter is?”
“A lot, and also how to deal with it, but I'm afraid it's you who only focuses on the bad.”
“That house was built by our founder himself, every wood and stone, as time went by he repaired it and put better walls, to improve everyone's living quarters, I myself have put my own effort into repairing some things there and when you first entered it, all that remains are ruins.”
“As it should be.” Calmness emerged with each word.
“Explain those words,” I said, barely containing my anger.
“My king,” he bowed slightly, feeling the habit of giving an explanation. “As you know, the house was created in a fit of anger, as our founder Vlad, Sol, the original, lost a competition to create the castle of that time.”
“Where do you get this nonsense, Abaddon?” He stood up and began to walk down the few steps before the throne.
"Of course, the records. It's a shame they were burned by the savages, but I remember them very well." He briefly recalled how many books were sent to the castle, including the one that would prove him right.
“You invited the savages, they caused problems that continue to plague the people around us, you opposed your destiny given to you by Alba, and now you come to question the past of our ancestors.”
"I'm not questioning anything, I'm just confirming what few people know. After all, I searched among the remains for the blue book that details the memories of our ancestors."
“Enough, you have left here, in ruins you have sought to live and that is where you will stay.”
“Naturally, with your permission.” He withdrew, showing not a hint of remorse.
To the misfortune of those in hiding, they noticed how the young man had lost his way, while the three hands of dawn came out of their respective hiding places, The Saint, the Praetor and the former King, like an advisor.
“You heard him, the boy has lost his way.” He walked back to the throne, feeling dejected by the fact.
"The pride of the possessed, without a doubt." He placed the hammer on his shoulder, wondering when they would order him to execute the boy, and at once, leaving the subject aside.
“Even though I searched its light, I found no trace of darkness, but something stranger.” I looked at the king as he walked forward. “King Vlad, your son has a red glow.”
“Red?”, some kind of possession.
“No, on my journey into his being, I saw no trace of darkness. This red flash is strange, as if something were part of him, yet at the same time, it contained everything that touched him.”
"Should we be worried?" the praetor asked. "If it's something even you can't discern, Saint, what chance is there that your unholy pacts will cause the destruction that innocent Abaddon once sought to prevent?" He didn't think much of it as he removed the child figure and replaced it with that of the demon wearing his skin and white garments.
"My sisters have already informed the Santa Fe, and all they know is that they will send a purifier to look for traces of corruption. If they fail, the boy is not possessed."
"My King, since the boy's arrival has fulfilled its purpose, he doesn't consider it appropriate to take him abroad again, as should have been the case," Boris spoke, aware that much was at stake.
“I agree, but I can't just take him abroad without a good excuse.” I look with some doubt at the fact that he was dismissing it outright, when he brought forward the investiture, only to grant him a pardon from exile. “How did he know when to return?” The thought came to her in a flash of understanding and panic.
"Little Abaddon was an unprecedented seer, and that's why he was going to be my successor, my King," the Saint remarked, before advancing again to the side of the throne.
"There's a chance he retains that ability even though he's possessed by Santa." The praetor found it impossible to carry out an effective ambush if that were the case.
"That's impossible. He has abandoned the light of dawn. I see no way he can reveal the future as soon or as close as he did in our case."
“This demon I made a pact with?” Vlad asked again. “Did they find him?”
“No, my lord, the length of time you were away and interacted with him remains unknown to us.”
“My sister Varas died after sharing her conversation with us, but it reveals nothing worth mentioning.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“With your permission, my King, I will prepare some things for the most appropriate defense if you don’t mind.”
"Forward".
The saint looked at the incident with bewilderment, since her sister's letter apologizing and the arrival of demons from the right hand in view of Alba's arrival did little to calm her.
“Santa, has there been any more news from the South?”
“No, my King, but many forces of the Holy Faith are preparing barriers and reinforcing the roads here and beyond. Know that the demons will not be able to reach Lasha.”
“It’s comforting to know that.”
The talk ended and the king and his advisor left for their respective jobs, the royal family passed through corridors and different spaces, showing plans or carrying papers for different matters, such as food production and business deals, the different parts of the material and others were reviewed at the end by the King who accepted most of them, without thinking much more about the consequences, when more alarming information reached everyone in general.
"My dear!" I hurried inside as I reached the throne room. "Dawn, it's turned black." I noticed their haste as they reached the outside, along with the omen Abaddon had left and the forecast of war.
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