No One

"I know it's a ta— ugh, my head, it hurts." Lo-an's vision had completely blurred out now, and he could barely focus anymore with the increasing ache in his head. The world seemingly spinning around along with his thoughts, his body growing weak.

With a throbbing vein on his temple, Kaleb stood there, staring down at the struggling and groaning old man. In his eyes was pure disgust, not towards him for he barely knew him, rather it was towards what he represented and path he decided to take. Trying to get a footing as he stood up, battling whatever it was with all he'd got in him. It was to no avail, whether circulating or manipulating his spiritual energy through his entire body, none of it did anything to reduce his plight.

"You—" Lo-an's gaze landed on the blur figure before him, knowing who he was. Stretching out his hands towards the figure, his entire body trembling non-stop. Kaleb stood still and watched, seeing the old man having his fingers inches from his face. The final phase of whatever it was kicked in, instantly knocking the lights out of him eyes.

*THUD!

The old man's body dropped onto the desk without any warning, unconscious and powerless. As watching him now laying there, he could see how much of a waste his power level was, despite being a spiritualist— a Manifestor to be precise. He could simply end anyone from the inside out, and now Lo-an was at his mercy, yet that wasn't the goal anyway.

Reaching for the scroll which still laid to his side on the desk, Kaleb didn't bother opening it up. As taking a seat back in the comfy, intricately designed golden and white armchair. He exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling for a minute before reaching for one of the drawers, a part of the desk. Pulling it out, a bunch of scrolls could be seen with a single one of them standing out.

It had the same features like the taboo scroll he had with him, being a dark purple though smaller in size. As dropping the first and grabbing the second, which was the small one of course. He got up, and with a final glance at Lo-an, Kaleb was soon out of the study.

Still in the room, at the far left corner of the room, a figure sat there staring with a pair of glimmering obsidians. She wore a black gown, one which fitted her and was her favorite colour after all.

'Did father forget where my room was?' She wondered, pressing a button which caused the wheelchair she sat in to move forward. On her lap was a book with a navy blue cover, one she was quite engrossed in until two people walked in and interrupted her. As she had witnessed everything, from the start to its climax and moreover remembering every detail. She finally came into the light, as her face, smooth and olive skinned with a braided and well groomed shoulder length brown hair could be seen. Her expression was neutral but not cold, it was as if she cared less about whatever happened in this world compared to her other worlds found in books. Nearing the figure on the table, she studied his features, being someone she'd not seen before since there was nothing she could ever forget. The young lady casually lifting her hand, gave the figure a tug then a light push before a heavy one followed up, finally giving her the results she wanted to have. As it sent the old man easily sliding from atop the desk, down to the ground and even off the chair.

"Good, no one sleeps on my bed." She muttered to herself, using another button, she turned and once again disappeared into the darkness of the corner. Reaching the bookshelves, she took out another book after placing the one she had back, no longer interested in it since she'd been distracted. Opening it up, her eyesight which had long adapted to the darkness enabled her to read it, not as clear as day but definitely better than that of a cat.

After shutting the door close, Kaleb could see Thelma there, standing just beside the door. "You were listening?"

"Mmmhm, I was." She replied, her honesty being something she held dear and precious.

Looking at her carefully, Kaleb leaned towards her, making her take a step back only to collide with the wall. As before her head hit it after her back did, his hand was there with his palm receiving her head. His eyes glued on Thelma's, her hands reached up to hold and caress his olive skinned face.

"Were you angry?" She asked softly.

"No, I wasn't." Kaleb looked away, knowing exactly how she'd possible found out.

"Now now, don't lie to me. You know I hate it. Tell me, did that witch's friend annoy you that much?" Her voice was soft, gentle and full of affection.

"How did you know, that he was one?"

"I don't know much about you spiritualists and your world. But I've seen many eye patches, and they don't cover much except the Witched Eye." Thelma informed.

"He wanted to use a taboo scroll on Zlatan— my son." Kaleb held up the scroll in his hands.

"You wouldn't be much concerned if it did more harm than good. Don't you also want that meatloaf gone for good?" Her hands went around his neck, pulling him in towards herself.

"But—"

"Ssshhsss." Thelma whispered into his ears. "Don't be terrified of your old man like your big brother. After all, I can give you as many sons in place of that disgrace you have there."

Pulling her back gentle, he took in her hands and placed the item in her hands, now convinced on what to do.

"It's a blank scroll with no runes, finish him off in a natural way and lay it open on him. That bloody wizard takes all the blame, so does Vans— our dear Lord Regent and Protector."

"Trust me, the young Lord won't be seeing his favorite sunrise anymore. Make sure to wait for me there, I'll give you one of your favorites." Thelma winked at him, causing him to turn his gaze down. As with a brief kiss on the lips, she was off holding onto the scroll which she soon tucked around her cleavage. Staring at her as she went, the only thing catching his eyes were her swaying hips. For he could only imagine and not wait much longer to have her for the umpteenth time.