FULL NOVELXO Chapter CHAVIAS - Rallying
Stone Peak, Black Mountains, Battling Country (Radix’s captive for fourteen years)
CHAVIAS
Radix slammed his fists down on the wooden table. Rattling a small tin cup.
“It’s been months! How can there still be no sign of the Watchers!” He roared, spinning on Okine. “It’s been one failure after another since they escaped! And now that wretched boy thinks he’s won against us. Where does his personal war come from? I was naught but kind to him!” Radix was sincerely confused. He’d been careful to never be cruel to the boy. Thinking Savage inclined to serve him forever as long as he was free to kill when he wished.
Which Radix had allowed him to do.
From just beyond the entranceway, Chavias peered around the wall and saw Radix’s distorted face.
Billowing smoke poured from his shoulders, filling the cave chamber with the smell of death rot. Tiny horned heads jutted from Radix’s face and neck, making guttural noises that echoed the demon’s malcontent.
A sure sign his frustration is overcoming his power.
A vague smile pulled at Chavias’ lips. Gratified at the creature’s misery. Chavias’ heart swelled with the first glimmers of hope.
I could find solace in his pain. He promised himself rewarded for helping the fallen angels escape. Gleeful in Savage’s recent triumph over Radix. A way of avenging me. Chavias knew. Touched that in his own way, Savage wreaked Chavias’ vengeance on the demon.
“I’d have rather killed them then let this happen.” Radix’s voice dropped as he referred to the escaped Watchers. Jagged teeth protruded from his mouth in a furious sneer.
“Have others…” Okine inputted hesitantly.
“They will not be enough.” Radix paced the cavern fervently. Pausing only to toss his hand which sent the wooden table and chair clattering across the stone chamber.
He’s trying to focus on rounding them back up. Rather than on pursuing Savage further as it’s obviously, currently, an impossibility.
Radix watched the cavern entrance as he paced.
Chavias was horrified to see people pouring in. Walking on numb feet. Some with the black mottle already marring their faces. Some with black eyes, some with orange and some that could still pass for human.
“You have done well, Okine.” After assessing the group that now spanned to both walls and went several people deep, Radix finally swept his gray robes from his path to face the crowd shuffling in. So many filed in, there was now no room to move. They clustered around him. Some shifting or standing tiptoe to see over the rest. Face after face in countless rows extending from where Radix stood, all the way back to the cave opening.
“Yes, Me Lord.”
“But they’ll not be enough for what will come unless they’re trained. Suitably darkened.”
Raising his voice, he announced a welcome with a broad gesture. “Thank you all for coming. You are all here for the same thing. Power, wealth, immortality, strength. You will have it all…Once you are fully refined.”
Some nodded slowly. Others looked unsure.
“I’ll ask some of you to submit your will to me and you will become telepathically linked to me.” He saw several appalled expressions and added. “This means you will have direct access to my magic. You will feel it constantly pulsing through you. That taste of exhilaration I have given you will be endless ecstasy for you. Long as you do my bidding.” He gave the hollow promise. Failing to tell them they’d become mindless black minions that’d eventually shuck their human form to become demonic. Noni, Targue, or Sarabi. A rare few would become Firoque Yearners and be lent to the Demon King Nierwae who held the stronghold in Battling.
Lives in which they were mindless, obedient creatures.
You’d all rather be dead. Chavias thought, shaking his head sadly. By the time he has your will in his grip you’ll know no better…
Radix would have few to spare for the Demon King in Battling this run.
“Others of you will obey me albeit longer to earn my trust…to gain that privilege.”
Hell, of privilege. Your body rots while you’re still alive. Chavias was sickened listening to him lie to these people.
But their eyes were dark with mindless greed.
It’s not because it’s a privilege to surrender their will. It’s because he knows once they do and his dark power is streaking through them, they’ll wreak of Cimmerii.