~He gave himself up to save her~

He made the wrong choice now he had to pay the price.

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Careful little princess, careful little boy what you choose, for to consent, is to lose.

The dragon's mouth is wide, filled with bones. It reeks of death and human flesh.

With gold and diamond, he lures you in. 

He has beady pearls-flames for eyes, 

And like a sheep to the slaughter, you're served on a platter.

He never gets enough; for like a lion, he goes about seeking whom to devour—his sole desire.

So children, run, keep your concession, 

Or ye might be next. Ye have been warned.

Remember this tale...the serpent never sleeps.

The Concession

"Keep an eye on the cherished for me, will you? Can't have them raining on my parade." He said absentmindedly observing the bottle of scotch on the center table. 


"Yes, Fil Reuc." Bennett bowed down the last time, then he left. 


"Sorry, Betty." He said, not the least bit sorry. She should consider it an honor the Lord chose her to warm his bed. 


It was time to prepare for the meeting. 


Everything had been set. The brotherhood had people that were in charge of the meeting's location at a given time. They never used the same place twice. 


Bennett entered the elevator, already thinking about the gravity of what had just happened. 


He brushed his hair back. The world is about to shake with the force of his release. 


The dragon is to be feared. Woe to all those who don't. 


Chapter Twenty One