33 Devil's Cluches
The night was as dark as ink. The moon was present in the sky but was hidden under the dense clouds not letting it peak on earth.
Two men were walking down the small alley without making any noises. As they walked down more the house started to disappear from sight. This was in the far corner of the small village located near the south border of the Northern empire. There weren't many people living in the village because it was very far from actual popularization.
It wasn't very late at night but it seems people have gone to bed very early.
The area was a slum and attacks were common in the past, but after many strict laws by King, the situation was better.
"It's there, the last one on the left side." One of them said. The other one who was wearing a long black hoodie scanned the areas with his dark red eyes.
"The fly must be in a hurry to fly away." Don removed his hoodie from his head and ran his fingers through his black hair, smoothing them out.
As they reached near the small house built from brick they heard some small ruffling sounds coming from inside. It was subtle but someone with dragon hearing it wasn't hard to pick up any small voice.
With one kick the main door opened and the person who was inside jumped in shock.
The man was probably pacing in the room in tension.
"Hello," Don smiled brightly at the man who looked like he had seen a ghost. There was a lack of light in the room but fear was as clear as day on his face. The man looked around but seemed to notice that there was no way he could run away. His forehead instantly started to cover with perspiration.
"Won't you invite me in?" Donovan made a pitiful face and stared at the man, although he didn't wait for him to invite in and walked in before that.
"Your H..Highness, y..you are here? " man tried his best to sound normal but his shaking voice gave him away.
"Gar, will you please." Don turned around and pointed at the door with his eyes.
"Sure," Gar closed the door using back kicking it.
"Thank you," Don said with a smile then finally turned around and looked at his prey.
"Now this is much better with good privacy," his eyes fell on the man who looked like his knees were about to give up anytime soon.
"Your Hi...Highness…," and true enough the man fell on the floor with his joint hand in a begging position.
"Uhh, what are you doing on the floor? We are here to meet, to check what you are doing after leaving the capital?" Donovan creased his eyebrows and squatted down near him on the floor.
"I... I'm begging you, my lord, please forgive me," the man broke down on the floor. The man didn't even wait for Don to speak and started to beg.
Donovan pursed his lips and stood up, scanning the small house. Everything was mostly messy and dirty, apart from a few things like a bed and one small table placed near it. On the table was a small trunk placed, one of the clothes was stuck in the lid, peeking out.
The prince walked around and inspected the room briefly before taking a seat on the bed, which was the cleanest thing in the whole house.
"Forgive you? Did I this long trip just to give you forgiveness?" Donovan tched as he looked at the man who was crawling on the floor like insects.
"From the Last past two days Garrett, here, was looking for you. Do you know why?" Donovan asked, his face straight without any malicious intentions on his face but if one looked carefully at his eyes they could see how much rage was bubbling in them.
"I...didn't...i.." the man wanted to say something but he wasn't able to make any full sentences.
"Garr," Don looked at his squire and the experienced man understood just by his look.
He walked forward and yanked the man by his hair.
"Unn...what are you doing Gar, how rude," Donovan put one of his legs on his other knees and made a face. But his eyes remained as cold as ever.
Gar shook his head and then again yanked his head.
"Uhh.." a painfully surpassed cry left from his mouth.
But the man didn't dare to speak or complain.
"Hmm now, I have a few questions for you and you will start answering them one by one. I have not much time and you have already wasted so much by making my trip here this far." Donovan said in one go. And looking at the man with a smile.
"Is it clear?" He asked in a soft, harmless voice.
But the victim was still looking down and sobbing, probably cursing his luck.
After waiting for a few seconds he didn't get answers and Don narrowed his eyes.
"Ahhh.." Garrett kicked the man right on his right with force and sound if bone crecking can be heard, the man fell flat on his stomach. One hand holding other as he yelled in pain.
It took her sometime to recover.
"Uhh...Yes...yes.." after taking few long breathing he started speaking.
"Good, so what is your name?" Don asked the first question.
"Jack….. no no... Re. Regor Santri," he was again in his begging position, not wanting anymore beating.
"Hmm. So Regor I think you have a very good connection from another side of our borders, meeting foreign people regularly and getting regular supplies of money, valuable items and... poisons." his voice became dangerously slow at the end of the sentence.
The man avoided looking in the eyes of the devil sitting in front of him. There was no way he was going out of this mess. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"I... I didn't want to, they forced me to," he said. Without looking up.
"They? Who are they?" Don raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know. I never wanted to be in these things but I didn't have any choices, they...they took her away..." He broke down on the ground. Donovan rolled his eyes looking at the man who was crying non-stop.
"Who are they?" Instead of replying to his question, the man was busy crying his eyes out and Donovan was not that patient man.
Even Garrett was sympathetic towards the man. It was a good thing that his prince was in a good mood and that's why the conversation was going smoothly till now. Otherwise, the man didn't even have a chance to speak before his head was on the floor beside his body.
"I.. don't know them.." the man muttered slowly. Hearing him murmuring, Donovan lost his head. He leaned near his head and caught hold of his throat.
"Ah..no..so.rr.." Regor tried to speak but he couldn't make any sounds. Donovan has his death grip on his throat.
The man fumbled trying hard to break free but how could he?
No one can escape the clutches of the devil.
"Ahh…" the man was wriggling his body hard but hitting Don's hand but he couldn't move Don's muscle. In the end, he finally was on the verge of death then only Donovan let him go.
Regor fell on the floor, his breathing labored, coughing hard and eyes wide open, purplish finger marks around his neck.
It took him some time to recover.
"Now, say the name," Don gave another chance, unlike his usual self.
"I.. cough... I really don't know we never met before," came the same answer and Don just raised his hand and punched him right on his face.
"Bam.." the man laid unconscious on the ground with his nose and lips bleeding.
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