Rb: “I’m noticing a pattern here in your story…”
Angel: “Pattern? What pattern?”
Rb: “Well, I’m not sure but…”
Demon: “Hell, don’t leave me in suspense.”
Rb: “Ok. The way you two wrote it… Nevermind, I’ll wait until the end of the story to tell you.”
Angel: “Wait, you’re just going to leave us hanging?”
Demon: “You did that shit on purpose, didn’t you?”
Rb: “Huh? What? Sorry, I’m in the middle of reading…”
SIPPING TEA WITH THE EX-ASSASSIN AND THE TYRANT PART 7
Feeling his jaw throb, Mecten stared at a younger version of Sherris. A crueller, angrier, evil face of a female faery that could kill him with any blink of her eyes. One of her hands was fisted, ready to strike him again while held up in the palm of the other hand was a skull that shimmered an odd glow. Her low-cut red and black dress reveled more than it covered as she stood in tall black spiked heels, a black fur cloak draping her shoulders.
“I cannot believe this is the male you choose to lay with, my love.” He flinched when she spat in his face. “You should choose your victims more wisely.”
“Where is Sherris?” He asked carefully, not to incite more of her wrath.
The woman cackled a laugh before holding the skull high. “He wants to know where you are! You said he loved you, he’d do anything for you, and yet he doesn’t even recognize you.”
His breath ceased in shock and his eyes widened on the skull. “No-“
“Yes!” She backhanded him again. The metal taste of blood stung his tongue. “Fool! To think you soiled my beloved sister and have the nerve to not even acknowledge her. My only love and this unworthy whore touched her!”
The skull…no. She was dead? No! How? When? “I loved her.”
“I loved her,” Angelus mocked before howling a laugh. Her hand drew back, this time swirling with fire, and releasing a wave of pain on his face that promise to burn through skin. “My sister, my love… she was all I cared about, all I dream about and you allowed this to happen to her, ripping her flesh out of my life.” A tear trickled down that beautifully evil face. “Flesh only I was meant to savor.” She caressed the top curve of Sherris’s skull. “But I have what is left, what you will never have – her brilliance and heart.” With crazed eyes, the queen stroked the skull, petting it as if it were sacred. “After she killed father, she left the kingdom to me.
“Sh-she killed the king? I though you-”
“Fool! Of course she killed him.” The female snapped. “Sherris killed that bastard in his sleep, mother too. But to gain sympathy and allies, she had to spread that she was the victim and it worked didn’t it? Got a slutty dog following her around. It was all a part of her grand plan. How could we rule a perfect empire and over throw the Temple’s regime when mother and father both served the rules of the Temple?”
“Over throw the Temple? That’s impossible.” The Temple ruled the world since the beginning of time.
A wicked giggle rippled through the air. “Not impossible for my brilliant Sherris. You just needed the right information and the right tools – assassinate the right targets, plant the right thoughts, persuade the right influences and gather the right power. She almost had it all perfect; all that was needed was some information about some very powerful artifacts. For that she needed the best information dealer in the world, but that damned elf had tight lips.” The best information dealer? Elf? There was only one information dealer in the world he could imagine being the best: Tralie.
“She couldn’t get that bitch elf to spill where most of the powerful artifacts were. As cunning and graceful as my sister was, she couldn’t get that selfish bitch to divulge anything, so she had to lower herself to lay with you! Filthy shit!” She spat on him again. He shuddered when it hit him in the eyes. His hands twitched, wrists rubbing against the ropes.
Angelus lied! Sherris loved him. She loved him! She would never, “She loved me. She hired me to rescue you when she thought you were in trouble. She… she.”
“A ploy you damn dimwit! To get into your head,” Her finger prodded into his forehead, jamming between his eyebrows, “she had to convince you, wallow among your kind, sell pity to any who would swallow it.”
As the queen went on and on, Mecten fought through the fog of confusion and internal pain of hearing…hearing… I am such a fool. He thought, slowly raising his body using his wrists to take the weight, testing the rope’s strength and anchor.
“Cuddling with you got her foot in the door. Your name seemed to bring all the respect she needed especially from scum and that elf. If took years of patience on my part not to hunt her down, kill you, and bring her home with me where she belonged.” She held up the skull in Mecten’s face. “She had finally gotten close to the answers, finally learning the secrets of our enemies, of the weaknesses of the most powerful kingdoms in all the lands. Oh, yes, your little elf knew much, even knew all about the Healing Tea of Light. But that bitch was too smart. Sherris had to escape when that damn elf started catching on. A year and a half ago, my love was coming home, she was coming back to rule on her rightful throne beside me. Until that nasty bitch severed my sister’s head from her body. Your pet elf took away my sister’s flesh! She had no right!”
A year and a half ago… As much as it hurt to hear, everything was starting to make since. But Tralie…? Tralie knew? Tralie killed Sherris? No.
The queen screamed an agonizing scream, as she stretched out as if having a tantrum. “My love, I’ll never be able to touch your skin or hair again. I waited just as you asked and yet I’ll never be able to touch those lips that should have been mine!“
She cried feverishly, as Mecten’s heart broke for a different reason. Even in her madness, Angelus spoke a truth that burned him in ways he had never felt. A betrayal he couldn’t fathom came from such a kind, and caring fake, “…maybe there is more to why she left.” Tralie’s word played in his mind, over and over as a darkness awoke within. Tralie knew and never said anything. Her betrayal stabbed him deeper and more powerful that realizing Sherris used him.
Tralie, his most trusted confidant, stayed silent about all of it.
Instinct rose, clicking his training into place and shutting down emotions. There was no betrayal, no love, no hurt, no friends. His nature roared free as did his body. His legs kicked out, booted feet slamming into the queen’s face. The skull toppled to the ground as the queen flew backward.