211 Conjuring Black Magic
Viscarrian...
Three insane looking men were presented before Roshan in the council chamber by his guards, disrupting the meeting they were having, and these men were forced to go on their knees, bowing their heads in front of Roshan and the higher Demons who were present in the council chamber.
The three men were dressed in rags and they were trembling nervously after being brought in the presence of His Highness and the most powerful demons with the highest ranks, known as the higher Demons. They were currently sweating and shaking like someone who had been drugged.
Roshan continuously glanced through a paper that was handed to him earlier by the demon council. His expression was stoic and unreadable as his eyes scanned through every word written on the file. He then dropped it on the table before him, creating a bang sound that got everyoneâs attention, and all gazes shifted to him.
His presence made everyone remain composed as to the main reason why they were all here. Roshan made it obvious that he wasnât here for games, neither is he here for those unnecessary chit-chat he normally wastes his time having with them.
âWhy did you bring them here?â He asked, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table and barely turning his head to look at Enzo who was leading the guards that brought the three ragged men before his presence.
Silence reigned in the council chamber, except for the rhythmical tapping of Roshanâs fingerâs that intimidated everyone, leaving them staring like a rabbit in a wolfâs den, and Enzo boldly took a step forward, politely keeping his head in a low bow.
âYour highness, these men are involved in human slave trading,â he reported, âwe visited one of the capital city and did thorough investigation like you asked. We got vital informations about the slave trade happening, to put it simply your highness, theyâve been conjuring the deepest black arts of magic and this three peasants are the leaders of the slave trade.â
Roshan finally turned his attention to the three men who were trembling like jellyâs. The higher Demons present also turned their attention to the three men who kept their heads lowered. With his brows arched, Roshan proceeded to ask.
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âWhy are they dressed in rags?â
âThis is just a disguise, your highness,â Enzo informed, already feeling disgusted himself, âthey wander in the streets like beggars and use the slightest opportunity they get to kidnap human children, using their blood to complete the sacrifice of possessing strange dark powers, your highness.â
âAnd why are they still alive?â Getting to his feet after receiving such abominable information, Roshanâs sword magically appeared in his grasp. He strode to one of the peasants brought before him and before anyone could sense what he planned on doing....
SLASH!!!
âAhh!! Your highness!!â The manâs cry of agony resounded in the council chamber when Roshan expertly slashed his arm, drawing out blood, and it left several gasps flying from all directions.
The man clutched his wounded arm tightly as his blood flowed down to his arm, and Roshanâs eyes narrowed observingly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Roshanâs main reason for hurting him wasnât to directly cause him pain, he wanted to see the color of the manâs blood in order to confirm if truly they were into black magic, and to his darkened gaze, black blood oozed from the manâs arm, clearing Roshanâs doubt.
âI see...â came Roshanâs calm response, and he looked at Enzo whose head was still dipped in a bow.
âShall we end them, your highness.â
âNot yet.â He turned around, heading back to his seat, âif theyâre into slave trading and all that, make them speak up about who their buyers are, and their rivalries, to be clear, every market has a competition donât they?â
âYour highness!! Please spare us.â The second man amongst them pleaded for mercy, âwe only wanted to have the powers thatâll help us in protecting our children, please your highness!â
âAnd Iâm assisting you, by helping your children get rid of you.â He deadpanned, he couldnât believe they had the audacity to utter children when they dared to take the lives of other peopleâs children. There are many ways to make them suffer if he wanted but wiping out every demon who conjured excessive black magic was his first priority, so as to avoid tainting the innocent ones of Viscarrian.
âGet them out of my sight.â Roshan ordered, âand I want answers before tonight. If they still donât speak after torturing them, donât hesitate to inform me about it.â
âYes, your highness!â
With that, they dragged the three men up to their feet and out of the council chamber. Roshan turned a deaf ear to their pleading voices and returned his attention to the demon councils who remained seated in silence.
The atmosphere had tensed greatly, and most of them were even scared to breathe due to Roshanâs imposing aura and unshakeable atmosphere. Yes they all agreed that he should take the lead and become the heir to the Viscarrian throne, but no one expected him to possess the same deadly aura as his father.
The only difference was that Roshan handled it differently than his father did. He even changed most of the rules his father had implemented and no one could oppose since he came with obvious persuasive facts, and they could only grit their teeths and swallow their objection.
âWhere were we?â Roshanâs brows creased into concentration, trying to recall their earlier conversation before he was interrupted. He snapped his finger when he finally remembered, and the air went still when an unfamiliar glint flashed in his eyes.
âThatâs right, I was asking about the whereabouts of Luderick and if anyone has succeeded in locating his hideout.â Leaning forward, he placed both arms on the table, interlacing his fingers together and focusing his gaze on them.
âAnswer me this, why havenât I gotten any positive responses yet?â
It was obvious that Luderick was hiding himself from him, but that didnât lessen his fear because he was sure Luderick will definitely come for Anna if he ever finds out that sheâs alive, and his major fear was letting Anna fall into the hands of his evil uncle again.
Where could he possibly be hiding??