Chapter 293

The God Chynir did not return to the mortal realm right away. He spent a few days after the death of the God Shides inside the heavenly realm. It would be a week after Shides died before the realm stopped pouring a blood red rain from the skies. Not being a normal rain, it would not destroy the mortal realm with floods. In fact Chynir knew that a blood rain caused from the death of a god would react in a different way.

All around the mortal realm that rain was nurturing the nature, mortals, and beasts. In fact many of them would find their mana becoming stronger. Wildlife throughout the continent would grow at a faster rate for a while. The magic beasts would vary in how they were affected. This was true for those who were soaked in the rain. A blood red rain was something supernatural, rare, and the water evaporated quickly after touching down against the earth.

This caused the continent to be covered in a red mist.

Chynir had no interest in watching the mortals go into chaos. The moment Shides died a strange emotion had overcome him. Needing time to clear his mind he retired to rest in the heavenly realm.

A week passed after Shides death while he remained there until...

"My lord," King Curtis was startled by the sudden portal that opened up in his room, the god Chynir came stumbling out of it as if he had been drinking a bit too much wine, "has something happened?"

"Who are you to question me?" Chynir was instantly annoyed by the sound of Curtis's voice.

A feint scent of wine was coming from him. It was impossible for him to get drunk. The only thing wrong with him was the strange feeling that had overcome him. He felt complicated after killing Shides. Knowing he had to let it go and more on he returned to Curtis after the blood red rain had ended. Many things were still needing done. It was too late to go back on his plans now.

Curtis shuddered under the pressure and blood lust coming from the god, noticing instantly that Chynir was agitated by his words, "There was a strange event occurring while you were gone..."

"I know very well about the red rain." Chynir stated uninterested in the matter of the rain. He knew well that few knew of the magnitude of the rain. "It happened because I took care of some loose ends."

That must mean that someone else has died. If it caused that rain they must have not been anyone simple. Curtis was not certain what to say to that so he simply thought to himself. Though he could not care less about who died. Nor did he care why the god killed them.

Chynir glanced around and noticed something missing, "Where is the cambion?"

Curtis smirked to himself while walking over to his bedside table, pouring them both a glass of red wine, "I sent him to find my brother."

"Have I not warned you about making rash decisions while I am away?" Chynir sneered and took a glass of the wine from him.

Curtis could not stop his entire body from shaking as the god's expression grew colder at his answer, he struggled to respond, "I am sure he can handle what I asked of him. Since he is bound by a deal he made with me."

"When did he leave?" Chynir asked slowly as his gaze put pressure on Curtis.

"Around the time the rain began falling." Curtis replied instantly.

Chynir did not like the sound of Chete being set loose, "We still can not guarantee who that cambion is loyal to. He is merely out for profit on his deals. Do you truly believe that he can not find loopholes in his own line of work?"

Curtis was not scared of what Chete would possibly do. The only thing on his mind was destroying his brother and securing his position as the king of Cadirade. As time passed he could not get over the irritation of those rumors spreading throughout his kingdom. Many of his kingdom's people were constantly spreading rumors about Crown Prince Leo.

"I do not think-!" Curtis was caught by the throat.

The god, Chynir, squeezed his hand firmly around Curtis's throat and sneered, "I should kill you right now for becoming a hindrance. Do you want to die?"

"N-No! Ack!" Curtis struggled to breath as the grip tightened more. Overwhelming pressure from the god's blood lust made it harder to fight back against his grip. He was feeling overwhelmed as the god's dominating power made him feel as if he was a pebble before a mountain.

"The only thing about you that is worth a damn would be that face of yours. Do not mistake yourself as worthy of being near me. I made you what you are today. If you do something this stupid again I really will kill you next time." Chynir's voice was cold and without pause. It was clear that he was making sure his point got across to Curtis clearly.

Releasing his hand from Curtis's neck he watched as the young man fell to his knees before him. Curtis was gasping for air as a red mark had been clearly made on his throat. Those blue eyes of his stared up at the god with determination.

What was that determination for? Chynir had no clue. It could have been for killing his brother, to be more loyal to Chynir, or something else entirely. That was something he could not grasp about Curtis. The god disliked those who were difficult to read.

Maybe I really should just dispose of him. Chynir pondered a moment while gazing down into those blue eyes.

"My lord," Curtis coughed while recapturing his breath, rubbing his throat, he grit his teeth as he attempted to appease the god, "I wont do something like this again..."

"If you can not maintain your position with your brother still alive then perhaps you should consider the fact that," Chynir leaned down and sneered as he said, "maybe you shouldn't sit on that throne I so kindly helped you obtain. Ain't that right?"

Curtis's expression grew dark as he stood up from the floor, having regained his vitality he glared at the god while biting back his tongue as much as he possibly could, "I lost myself for a moment. It will not happen again."

"Good. See to it that this does not repeat itself." Chynir walked pass Curtis. Watching him quickly step aside as Chynir brushed pass him to leave the room.

Clenching his hand firmly into a fist, hand shaking from anger, Curtis watched the god leave the room. Once he was gone his steps hastened towards the wall. He could feel his own anger beginning to boil over again.

BAM!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Curtis's fist slammed against the wall repeatedly. Giving up on striking punches at the wall only after blood began to seep from fresh cuts on his fist from punching the wall. His breathing was rough as the gaze in his eyes shook.

He trusted the god Chynir. In fact he was loyal to the god. There was just one problem he felt strongly. It was impossible for him to follow the god's command.

I will not leave my brother alone as long as he is alive. I can not wait. Curtis resolved himself to his goal.

He never said I could not go through with my own plans. The only thing he said was to avoid doing things that would further get in the way. Curtis thought about it more deeply. It was too late to call back Chete. However if things went wrong again it could be resolved. Next time he acted on his own accord he would have to be more careful not to enrage the god.