CHAPTER 6
He stood in front of the large double doors, sweat trickling down his forehead as he prepared for what waited for him beyond the large doors.
He wiped away his sweat with a handkerchief and licked his suddenly dry lips, letting out a heavy sigh, he pushed the heavy doors open and as the eerie sound of the creaking metal filled his ears the inside of the room cwme into view.
There he was, sitting down and eating grapes like he had no problems.
"Arthur," Dwight greeted with a smile as he put down the grapes and further relaxed in his chair.
"Lord Dwight, I was asked to..." he said, his voice brimming with elegance and forced confidence as he spoke.
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." Dwight cut him off with a childish groan.
"The devil you injured, is it still at large?" Arthur asked nervously, the volume of his voice decreasing with every word. The moment Dwight heard the words, he stared at Arthur, his piercing blue eyes striking fear into his soul. He got up from the chair and walked to him.
"What?, Why are you telling me this?" Dwight asked with a smile Arthur couldn't read into, unknowingly, he took a step back.
"Yo—you—you swore an oath to..to kill devils," Arthur explained with a slight stammer.
"Are you saying I'm stupid enough to forget my oath?" Dwight asked as he halted what he had been doing and began to stalk towards Luther.
"I didn't mean that, My Lord," Arthur apologized, his usual deep voice suddenly several pitches higher and breaking as he spoke. Dwight took a step closer to him and held his face.
"Listen to me."
"Yes, My Lord," he said as tears began forming in his eyes.
"Never in your fucking sad and pathetic life should you tell me or remind me of my oath," Dwight said harshly.
"Yes, sir."
"Say it," Dwight demanded.
"Never in my fucking sad and pathetic life should I tell you or remind you of your oath," he repeated as tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Good," Dwight said as he pushed him away.
"I'll...take my leave...My Lord," Arthur stammered as he turned around, rushing towards the door, as his hand wrapped around the handle of the door he heard.
"Arthur," Dwight called.
"Yes, My Lord," he answered unconsciously holding his breath.
"No hard feelings, right?" Dwight asked, as he poured wine into his cup, his back facing Arthur.
"None, sir," Arthur said quietly, grinding his teeth with frustration. He pulled the door open and walked out, leaving Dwight alone once again. Dwight smiled as he watched Arthur practically run out of the room; the hate that man felt for him was immense, but he didn't care. He wouldn't still care if Arthur was the king himself; no one was on his level, and he had spent his entire life making it as clear as possible. He took a sip of the wine and sank back into his chair, he looked at his reflection on the glass table and smiled.
On many occasions Darwin Dwight had been described as the embodiment of an angel not Because he had a good heart but strictly based on the way he looked, he had scattered light brown hair styled in a slick back with an oval shaped face, piercing blue eyes and a small pointed nose, a faint mustache that highlighted his pink lips and he stood at an impressive six feet three inches tall, with the body of an athlete, the energy of a conqueror and the smile of a con man.
Arthur walked angrily through the halls, he was tired of the ridicule, he wasn't just some slave boy, he wasn't just a servant, he had a high standing position, yet that man treated him like a rug to walk all over, he walked through the open doors of the meeting room. The room was dark and spacious with small patches of light shining through cracks on the wall, there was a long table in the middle of the room with four chairs on both sides and one on each end, every other chair was vacant except the the one at the front end, which was occupied by Luther Garrison the head of the table
"Hello Arthur," he greeted, his voice soft with authority. "How did it go?" he asked, Arthur paced back and forth gathering up the courage to say what was on his mind
"We need to put a stop to Dwight sir" Arthur spat angrily.
"Ohhhh, go on," Luther said, faining interest as he laid back in his chair and lit a cigar.
"He crosses the line every single time he speaks, with no respect to anyone, not even you my Lord" Arthur explains, anger and frustration making his voice louder than usual, Luther smiled as he stood up from the chair and walked out of the shadows, with dark long sliky hair than ran down his shoulders, he had a long face with a scar running from his right eye to his nose, with freckles on his cheek, thin lips and a small stuble on his jaw. The look in his eyes were certain and demanding, striking fear Into the hearts of his enemies and admiration from his subordinates. After losing an eye to a rampaging devil, Luther hand been compensated by the king with the position of head of the table, the highest honor an angel could receive, The leader of the ten seats.
"How do you propose we put a stop to him" he asked calmly as he put the lit cigar In his mouth
"I...I suppose you could—" Arthur began saying but was stopped by Luther who just waved a finger.
"You don't suppose when it comes to Dwight, get out come back when you 'KNOW' how to stop him" Luther said with a winsome smile
"But sir—"
"No no no no no." Luther said cutting Arthur off, "Dwight cannot be replaced, but you can, and as much as it won't bring me any joy to do so, I will replace you in a heartbeat if you take away my peace." Luther continued, Arthur felt his heart sink into his stomach as he nodded and turned around
"I'll take my leave now" Arthur said with a hint of sadness and slight disappointment in his voice, he walked out of the room again as Luther went back to his seat and sat down, as Arthur reached the door he heard luther quietly say
"We don't get to choose our position In life, all we can do, is accept it"
He paused and looked back at Luther who had turned In his chair and now had his back facing him as the smoke of his cigar wafted into the air.