Fall of the Bastard

For the first time in years.

All 4 of us sat at the table.

A humble silence had already been set as we sat.

We ate our meals that consisted of bread,water and cheese.

The bread, of a perfect temperament and fluff went luxuriously with the fine and deluxe cheese.

The water from some sacred waterfall (I forgot the name) was the finishing touch.

It was awkward and quite perplexing, seeing Chlora sit at the seat furthest from me. Right between the masters. But I didn't feel down in the dumps nor too bad.

Because it was temporary.

I had the evidence right in front of me.

His jovial smiles and harrowing habits would be no more after this.

If he wasn't banished, he would most definitely be gone by tonight.

No.

Matter.

What.

I matched his happy tune, eating my food playfully. I even met his eyes. His deep brown eyes smiled. Curving my middle parting into an upwards curve.

My smile only grew more sweet and venomous as our silent exchange continued.

Chlora and Elrar remained unmindful to our little exchange.

For me, this was merely the starter for my long, planned out revenge.

He took his eyes off me and into his food.

I chortled lightly. Alarming Chlora.

I tilted my head at Vorgio.

Mouthing the words "Something wrong?" as Vorgio-like as humanly possible.

These table-manners continued as we ate our food. Some in blissful ignorance, some in blissful enjoyment, some in blissful confusion. And some in unblissful perplexion.

I raised my eyebrows as Vorgio put his food down.

"Wait."

My voice came out a bit too serene.

Vorgio looked back with an unbecoming smile. Pearly whites showing and his forehead slowly creasing he replied with.

"Is something the matter?"

My bones no longer rattled. Rather they felt better than ever.

"Hmm. You could say that."

Wow. I was really enjoying this huh?

I have always been a vengeful person.

And times like these make me not regret that life-choice.

As we slowly waited for the others to finish their food I sparked some, enticing conversation.

"Opinions on the hair?"

I groomed my hair upwards once more.

Vorgio acted as if he could not hear and responded with a crafted expression.

"Hmm?"

I continued the attack.

"The hair. Do you like it? Even, ha. Relate to it. Perhaps? No?"

My voice was cocky and amused.

Vorgio kept his nerves checked and just responded as Vorgio as one could.

"Well, it is quite the... hair."

An opportunity.

"Just... hair? No specifications?"

I placed my palms on the wooden table before me.

Shortening the distance between me and Vorgio. I could now see every irk in his varying expressions.

Not so cheerful are you now?

Bastard.

I barely held back the urge to spit. Or to laugh just outright, on the matter of things I held back.

As the comforting warmth of the room slowly left, the chilling silence quickly made itself home.

As the last dish hit the table with a loud clank, everything was settled.

Vorgio spoke first, as if anxious to leave. He still sounded jovial as ever, unfortunately.

"And for what reason are we standing here today?"

God, I hate those pearly whites.

For they were the only white I could see in that table-top reflection.

My mind was racing at rapid speed.

The situation was perfect. Just perfect.

I would banish Chloras familiys murderer, get rid of my psycopath and heal relationships along the way.

And he could do nothing about it.

Not with Elrar on his right.

Eyeing him darkly.

I made sure to set my voice to its highest outlet, setting my vision on one man and one man only.

"Wouldn't you know?" I spoke slyly,calmly and satisfied.

Vorgio raised his eyebrows as though he had no such recollection.

"I have no such recollection of any meaning of any event?"

Walk straight into my hand.

WALK.

"If you would bear with a little dialogue please."

I raised an open hand, prompting silence from all sides.

"Every Winter's eve. A tragic event mourns a tragic anniversary. A tragic event known as..."

"The slaughter of Chloras parents."

Chloras eyes rose in apprehension. Why was this being brought up?

I continued, mindless of the crowd's reactions.

"Well you see, the clan that did the slaughter. They have a certain. A certain identification for themselves. Otherwise known as, the mark of the Dragovich. The mark of the Dragovich is a cobra, or two that travels around the Dragovich. Every Dragovich member is stated to possess at least one cobra. And I believe that it is quite odd how Vorgio enlisted Chlora during the slaughter. You understand what I imply. Hmm?"

A silence had manifested during my long dialogue.

Vorgio opened his mouth first.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you before, boy, but we should let the past be a memory. Not a continuous cycle of revenge. I, for one, do not understand what you imply or how you have even gained the slightest point in your argument."

Vorgios mouth had lost its cheer, its curve and its smirk. All that lay was a dead panned face.

He smiled lightly. As if he was my saviour.

Ah. There's my favourite fake smile. Almost makes me doubt its falseness.

Chlora still looked at me as if I was a neighbour now.

"What... are you doing?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"This isn't like... you. If you drop the matter here, if you do. I think it can all go back to normal."

It's not like... that. I looked at her strangely.

"So please. Just drop the matter here. This isn't the right you."

I don't know why. Maybe because I'm just not the nicest human being. But my voice became unexpectedly loud in that moment.

"I'm doing this for you."

My voice shook the room slightly.

"I'm doing this... for you."

My voice dwindled down. But the damage was done.

Vorgio saw this opportunity and spoke up.

"How about this. I'll personally reveal my body and we can search for this tattoo together. I haven't a clue how you would even have seen it but we mustn't give up. Light is the ideal lamp in these dark times. This way we all go back content and happy."

He flashed another smile.

My face irked slightly.

What was going on?

Was he going to try and make an excuse?

It was as if the tables were turning in Vorgios favour.

No. I needed to stand my ground.

"Fine. I'm good with that. Just don't regret anything later."

I looked at Chlora who had retreated slightly. She looked at me in a peculiar fashion.

It made me feel more and more distant from the one close young girl.

Vorgio slowly took off his cloak.

And then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Each button popped was like a warning call.

Sweat formed on Vorgios brow.

You can't stop now. I swore to myself.

Vorgio seemed to be in a dilemma on the last 4 buttons.

Precisely the ones where I had seen the cobra.

But leaving now would be catastrophic in this scenario. Especially with all eyes, including Elrar, on him.

Instantly, I found myself blasting the darn buttons off myself.

Boom.

Fwoosh.

His green buttoned shirt slowly fell to the floor.

My aggressive position let my eyes draw right over to his chest.

Even Chlora couldn't help but see if a thing I said was true through the gaps of her hands.

Elrar merely took half an eye off his book.

The shirt landed on the floor softly.

And my eyes pierced through my skin easily.

"No... way. It doesn-"