Chapter 70

The next morning, when we were ready to leave. My instincts told me I was leaving something behind. Though, i didn't know what exactly it was. I check all I brought into the house, even Julian's. We were both ready and we had all our things with us. Then I had to reason myself. Maybe the being I'm searching for is here.

"Can I see all your sons? "I said to the old man who had smiles all over his was since the morning fell. It must have been with great honor that he has received us. Who else wouldn't feel that much honor anyway?

He called out the six of his son, the same one I saw the night before. If any of the beings I'm searching for is among them, I would have felt our connection the very first time I saw them. When I started to doubt my instincts. I asked my final question.

"Are these all of your son's?" I asked him.

The old man nodded. "These are my sons Milady."

Julian was already looking at me strangely like I'm hallucinating. Like he said the night before, "Katrienair, I'll leave you to rest. The day's work has had great effects on you."

I'm not hallucinating! I wanted to scream to all of them. Katty's strong isn't she? This old man is lying to me.

"Why do I think you have other sons? I mean another one" The old man just stared at me, mute. "Are you sure these are all your sons?"

"I have a son. He's the youngest and he keeps my sheep. He lives with them day and night."

Oh now you're talking, a Shepard, that's the guy I'm searching for.

Holy mother of...Thanks to God anyways.

"Go get him quick. I need to see him."I ordered. The old man ordered one of his six sons to get their brother. He hesitated a bit before leaving. They must dread the little boy so much.

After a while, he arrived with the boy. I was already feeling out connection from afar.

He was just a little boy, I mean quite younger than Kabal. He was fully dressed in rags. Muds stains all over his body including his hair, his singlet and shorts looked like he'd worn them for ages without attempting to give it a wash or even washing himself. He had a sling bag hung around his neck and something else -- On his neck , a little stone tied in a rope was hung. 

 ~What is your name little boy? ~ I sent to him. I could feel energy wrapped around him. Like a fresh blood it's so new and strong. I knew he was going to answer me though it was late and I understand. He's yet to discover who he really is. 

~Azazel. That's my name. ~ he sent back. Then they were already in front of me.

"Azazel, is that his name?" I said. His other brother and father stared wide eyed at me, awed.

"Azazel. Is he your son?"I asked the old man. He hung down his head in shame.

"He is my son Milady but..."

"But what?!" I was infuriated. How could he treat a person so ... This little boy does not live in a house, he doesn't have cloths but his father and brother does. All he does is to serve them. What the hell??

"He isn't worth to be called your son. He doesn't have a life. He isn't big enough? What excuse do you have?!" I felt Julian's hand on my shoulder, probably telling me to calm down.

"I'm sorry Milady."

"No!" I yelled. "You should apologize to him not me. How could you?!"The old man glared at the young boy in consternation. He's not going to apologize. I know that.

"Azazel, I'll take you away. From all these things. I'll take you to the castle. You'll join my legion. Will you?"

Before he could speak his brothers did.

"Milady, he's just a little Shepard boy. He knows nothing about fighting. He tends for our fathers sheep. That's all he does. You might be making a mistake." One of them said.

The eldest then said. "I am the oldest of this family Milady. I'm glad you're granting our family this kind of honor but it won't be good enough if it's wasted on a little boy. I hunt for this family. I have also done several trainings. I am the most for this Milady."

I decided to ignore them, at least to prevent myself from getting more provoked.

"Azazel , will you go with me or not?"

"I will Milord. It's always been my dream. I'm honored Milord" I've barely seen his face since he came. He has not raised them up a bit.

"Look at me, Azazel." He moved his face up slowly. "I want to see him our face. Look at me." Our drawings wasn't perfect but it was really him. I wanted to ask him , though jokingly, why he taunted my dreams that much. And his stone though little and faded, it's just as I saw it in my dream.

"Does he have a mother?" I addressed their father.

"His mother is dead. She isn't one of us. She's a witch I kept during the war. She was pregnant then and she delivered him in my house." He paused. "That's what I was trying to explain. He isn't really my son. His mother left him with me when she got caught. She was killed but I kept him away from the attacker. I told them he was my child. "

"It's not a reasonable excuse mister. " I said. "Well, you did well by keeping him and you'll get compensated when the time comes. But now, since he's going with me. He's going to have a wash and you'll dress him in your best attire. I'll wait and be quick"

The old man issued orders to his sons and they took Azazel in.

Azazel, that name-- has a significant meaning. His mother must have been in great pain when she got him.

But what exactly would have caused her to name her only son "evil spirit" --That's the biblical meaning of Azazel.

Julian walked over and sat by my side.

"You've found one person, huh?" He asked.

I wasn't looking his way, it was intentional."As you can see, I have."

"That was brave of ..."

"I've always been brave." I shunned him.

"Are you okay?" He arched a brow. "You've been acting weird since you woke up."

I hissed."tsk..."