For the Hate of God

A suicide mission

Malleteagan’s POV

I cannot stand this fucker. At all.

But I need him. And he knows that. And he will use that s**t against me for sure.

“ Malleteagan, my dear old friend, long time no see. What brings you in Netevalia.” the dickhead said with his preposterously courteous voice.

“Yes, Kandreah, I think we haven’t seen each other for, what…four-five centuries?

Now, let’s cut the crap. I am here because I need you. My...umh…daughter…is captured in the underworld, and Sentaya refuses to hand her back. I must gather the army to take over what belongs to me.” I said in one breath, knowing that this bastard probably knew more about this than I thought. Also, I hate sucking the ass of the f*****g leech, but I have no choice.

“Now, quite a heartbreaking story, my old friend. Given that you ask me for help, I must say that I have a couple of questions for you. Firstly, and…” he stood up, and somehow, in the next second, he transpired crouched next to my ear whilst dismissing his lackeys with a click of his fingers. The damn bloodsuckers and their speed.

“…most importantly, what interest would I have in helping you?” he asked me. This guy, I thought to myself while I suppressed the need to snarl and rip the head off his bloodsucking neck.

“Well, I know you also have some unsettled scores with Sentaya and other ranked deities of Wengarthria; if I am not wrong, is that right, Kandreah?” Fury and hatred quickly flashed through his face, but he disguised it even quicker than it showed up. He finally moved away from me and got back to his seat. Good, the stench of that f*****g leech is making me retch. His face was impassive now again.

“All right, Moon mutt, even if I would accept this suggestion of yours, you know that even if we join forces together, we are not even a close match to the horde of forsaken and Sentaya. Not to mention that there is always a threat of full-force Wengartria’s army joining them. No matter the differences between Sentaya, Hades and, Noosha, and other high-ranked demons of the underworld, they always attack and defend each other in unison. And we have signed off our own death sentence if we attack them, even if we do it together. No matter how much I love the idea of Sentaya’s end…” he said with a quick flash of repulsion and detest on his face. But again, he quickly subdued it and replaced it with his impassive face whilst he gripped and continued to squeeze firmly the footing of his glass of…wine?

“…this seems like a suicide mission.” he continued calmly.

“I agree, but there are those who are pretty fed up by the iron fist rule in Oribus and Wengarthria and would be willing to help our cause. And that brings us to an additional answer to your question why would you help. I know that you always had ambitions to expand your rule to the underworld, so this may enable you to do so.“

“I’m listening. Who is that you were thinking of?” Kandreah said.

“Dwarves and faes….”

He burst into a cackle that caused him to spit out whatever the s**t he was drinking from that stupid glass.

“Now, Malleteagan, I thought you came here with a serious proposition. However, it looks like you are just wasting my time.” He said while wiping off the red crap from his face and licking it from his hand.

“No!!! Listen to me, you bloodsucking moron,” I snarled.

“I would watch my mouth if I was you, Malleteagan. Do remember where you are now and that you are outnumbered here. I can suck the life out of you, and those three corny mutts standing in there before you even manage to open your mind link to your three mutt guards there to say-run.” He said calmly, looking at his glass.

“But I don’t want to do that, he said, lifting the gaze from his glass straight to my eyes. “…firstly, because I feed only with the best merchandise of unparalleled quality, suitable for the king I am. And, secondly, you guys taste like stray dogs in the rain, in a nutshell-not nice.” Kandreah said calmly, looking back at the glass of his…whatever that s**t was.

“…and lastly”, he lifted his gaze to me with a smirk in the corner of his lips. “I don’t want to do that because we are old friends, of course.” He said calmly but with that stupid mocking smirk in the corner of his lips. “Now, elaborate on that ludicrous idea with dwarves. This will be entertaining to listen for sure if nothing else,” he said.

“Dwarves will not fight. They have refused it anyway, even if we wanted them to join the fight. What they didn’t refuse, however, is to help with producing effective weapons, together with faes. Faes will fight with us, and I have a high-ranked person in Wengarthria willing to help our cause.” I said.

“Who is it? The person from Wengarthria, and can they be trusted?” Kandreah asked. “It is not relevant who they are. What matters is that this person will help our cause, although because of their own ulterior motives, but these are none of our concern anyway. With fae help in battle force and dwarfs help in casting effective and lethal combat equipment, fit to kill forsaken, we stand a good chance. Not to mention my ally from the underworld.” I caught leeches interest, and I am confident he is in.

“I would be careful with that, Malletigan. You know they are known for stabbing each other in their backs without mercy or remorse down there in the underworld, so think twice. Can you trust this alleged ally of yours?” Kandreah said while looking at his glass of dubious ruby substance, which he swirled playfully.

“I am aware. So, are you in?” I asked, annoyed with this chitchat.

“Maybe…but tell me, Malleteagan, why do you want to kill that girl so desperately?

She is your daughter at the end of the day. “ he asked me bluntly with his stupid poker face.

“I never said I wanted to kill her.”

“Oh, c’mon, we all know about the story where Chaisther put a spell on you and Larissa to add fuel to the fire of new world order in realms. Then Larissa sucked your bag dry, you knocked her up, and she dumped you. You were one angry wolf-pup when this caused your Lycan to manifest in a new enchanted form under the curse, and you started chasing mommy and daughter, blaming them for your curse. It took you twelve years to kill mommy, but you are still chasing your daughter. And she has been successfully hiding for five years now. Yada, yada, yada, boring, yawn. Now tell me, but for real, why do you want the girl dead?” He leaned forward and looked at me straight into my eyes as if trying to read me.

“Are you in or not?” I am seriously losing patience with the bloodsucker. I am ready to snap his neck with my bare teeth.

“Ok, ok, I think I am in…” he raised both hands in the air as if he was surrendering, as if he could read my thoughts and understand that I was on the brink of shifting to my Lycan form.

“But, before I give my final say, you must give me exact details of who is doing what and when. I don’t want neither myself nor my army to be sent as scapegoats in the bloodbath. The more details we have and the more we think this through, the greater the chances to get rid of the bastards from the underworld.” he said. Now, you drafted dwarves for weapons and faes to be battle-force. Right?” I nodded.

“Good,” he said.

“Now, let’s talk about the details of the attack plan…” he said.