Their Obsession Rose

Chapter 17 Magnus : Jitters

The High Lord, Lysander and his entourage took over my courters, the day before the Vicario Gala. The whole building was swept, from top to bottom. My personal sleeping courters were cordoned and I'm not to set foot in it until the Gala is over.

Their army invaded the whole building and set up a perimeter of 2 blocks from the event building No one can gain access, unless cleared by High Lord Lysander and High Lady Isis. I have heard rumours about both of them but the person capturing my attention is, High Lady Isis.

When I set my eyes on her, I was mesmerised by her beauty and could not for the life of me associate her with a deadly assassin.The rumours can't possibly be true. They say she is as deadly as a snake and loyal only to the King of the Underworld.

Isis is dead drop beautiful, with a mystique of mystery that follows her. Only her eyes give a glimpse of the deadly assassin, that lies and wait patiently beneath the beauty, to strike its prey. Her eyes, they are soulless and do not display any feeling, they are the only give away, of the true person that lies beneath this beauty.

The day of the gala finally arrives. My daughter , Kelly thinks the security, is awesome. She thinks it's for her, since she is the daughter of the Director General of the Elite army. Little does she now what is really happening. That we can all loose our lives any minute if we don't tow the line. I don't dare breathe a word to her. I don't dare mention to her that our whole family can be extinguished at their whim.

I leave her, to relish in her fantasy world. If I tell her the truth, she won't be able to go through with the Vicario gala. The thought has crossed my mind to let someone take her place. I know, it will be disaster as her whole life revolve around this very moment. The Vicario Gala, being one of the chosen and leaving in style and glory never to be see again.

I'm rudely interrupted in my thoughts by Titanium. His ugly blood hounds short on his tale. I despise those things and can't wait for the gala to be over, to be left in peace. I am out of my element as Titanium moves into my personal space and whispers so softly that I almost missed his words, Get ready our King, is on his way."

He is so close that I can feel his breath on my ear, my skin automatically repels and I can feel verman crawling all over my skin. It took everything in me not to take a step back,turn around and run as far away as I can, as fast as I can. However I grip my hands in my fists, trying my utter best to stay still and keep my cool.

I hear that sound again when he calls those monsters of his, this time instead of them leaving, they come closer to me, taking an attacking position towards me. " My Kings, brother will visit you, that's a given, just know if you give him any information you and your whole family will die a slow agonising death at the hands of my two beauties, " he says, while smiling at me as if he is talking pleasantries instead of uttering those deadly words.

Suddenly his whole demeanour change, as if he is listening to something or someone. Abruptly he turns around and walk to the door in quick steps. His dogs following him like slaves. As Titanium opens the door, and steps out we are met by an army of his men all neatly lined up on both sides of the wall. They are all dressed in black. Black pants, black sweatshirt,black boots. The only bit of colour on them is on their backs. The red blood dripping from the wolves mouth as it readies itself to take a leap into the real world.

Their faces are covered with black masks, almost like a helmet but it fits their face like a glove. The only part of their face visible, is their eyes. Them being here, sends a powerful message of supreme power, authority and control. My army, the Elite is dwarfed by the presence of the red wolf army. I've given my men strict orders to comply with any and every order they might get from the red wolves. I don't want my men's blood on my hands.

As on command, they all stood attention, waiting on something, someone. I hardly finish my thoughts when I see a figure walking down the isle of red wolves men, carrying a girl in his arms. I notice the gloves and immediately I know this is their King. Before I could have a proper look, I'm shoved into my office and the door close behind me. I try to open, but no luck.