King Of Darkness

(2) Crescent Tattoo

Crescent Tattoo

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The brown haired man was brought at the basement. It was huge and white, a stretch of clean marble floor reflects the blinding lights. At the middle, there's a chair made of iron. On both arms of the chair are shackles that will forever bind anyone who will be its victim. Contrary to that chair of death, across it is a white, clean, single sofa. A seat save for the god of death himself.

"Even if you torture me I am not going to say anything!"

Sebastian was just about to open the door when he heard those words. He smiled, a very dangerous one.

Those who were brought at that basement also said the same things before. It was funny how they tried their hardest to keep their secret but gave up in the end.

It was because they were only trained to endure physical pain, but not mental torture.

"What did you find?" Sebastian asked the bodyguard.

"Seems he's here for assassination. We found your picture in his pocket. He has no other weapons except for the dagger hanging on his waist."

"Alright, good work." He nodded at him before entering.

His footsteps echoed at the whole basement. It was unhurried and light, yet powerful, that it leads one to anticipate for either damnation or salvation. However, the assassin knew that what was to come is death and it is slowly making its way towards him.

Every steps matched the hard beating of his heart.

The assassin raised his head and he came face to face with his target. He moved his arms but it was restrained by the shackles.

Doomed. His death is inevitable.

Cold and dark, Sebastian's gaze bored unto him, then he sat down at the only comfortable chair at the basement. Two bodyguards taking their place on his sides.

"Who sent you here?" He started.

"No one!" The assassin spat just beside his leather shoes.

However, Sebastian was unbothered by it. He continued staring at the man and the way he behaves, then he found something interesting on his neck, just below his right ear.

He stood up. Grabbing a fistful of the man's hair, he forcefully tilted his head to the side. His gaze hardened when he saw the familiar crescent tattoo. It was so familiar that he felt a fraction of a lid opened up, the rage threatening to spill out of its box. Sebastian stilled himself before going back to his seat, both of his hands resting at the arms of the sofa.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Does it matter?" The assassin smirked, "Either way you're gonna kill me."

"Answer or not answer. Your choice. Afterall, you're just a sacrificial lamb."

"What?!"

Sebastian c****d his head, his chin resting at the palm of his hand. "You realized it too, right? They just sent you to test the strength of the security of my territory, while knowing fully well that you'll die without putting up a fight."

"You think you can make me answer by provoking me? I'm here to kill you! Now that I failed I can only die! I don't care if I'm just a sacrifice or not, my oath will never be broken!"

Without another reply, Sebastian pulled the gun from the bodyguard.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The defeaning sound resounded at the basement, the assassin falling limp on his chair. Sebastian stared coldly at the blood dripping down the white marble. It was a stark contrast at the floor, and a sign that he just reverted back to his old ways. Eventhough, he promised to his self that he'll stop doing this kind of dirty job after meeting her, he still can't help it.

The darkness is slowly creeping its way up, engulfing him as days passed. Without the light, his wife, he will never be able to escape from this abyss. He needed her. She was his only light.

-his salvation.

"Where's Santino?"

"Boss, he's at the DeColli. He'll be back by 11pm."

He nodded at his bodyguard. Taking a last glance at the dead assassin, he turned and left the basement. He does not need answers from him anymore, the tattoo on his neck is already a clue.

A crescent tattoo. When he saw it another image emerged from his mind. It was the back of Mori O'hara. Just above the waist and right in the middle where her backbone is, a crescent scar was there. The same size and same design as the assassin's. The only difference is that it looks like it was carved on her flesh.

So he needed to know. He needed to confirm is the assassin has a connection with Mori and if it was true, then he is on a dead end. Not knowing what to do next.

***

She is laying motionless at the pink princess bed, her face void of any emotion. Weeks of being imprisoned at that house has made her an empty person- like a puppet, and a puppeteer is in complete control of her and her movements.

Mori has attempted to escape many times, however, the house is full of men in black suits. All of them watching her every moves. It was sickening, she felt like a fish inside an aquarium with nowhere to hide.

A few days ago, she tried to run away. Her limbs protesting as she pushed it to move faster and faster with the guards hot on her heels. When her other foot has just landed outside the gate, she thought she'll be free, but who knows when that man came. He suddenly grab her from behind and forcefully brought her back.

That time he punished her for being disobedient. She was brought into a white room. There were nurses and doctors, all looking at her with obvious pity. When she saw the equipments at the room an old wound started to open up. Memories deep inside her head rushed up, making her stomach clench.

"Let me go!" Mori screamed, "Let go!"

However, no one listened to her pleas. They put her at the hard bed, binding her hands and head with a strap connected at the bed.

"Please, let me go! No! Please... "

"Start." The man ordered.

"Sir, we need to check her vitals first." A doctor interjected, but he was only given a cold glance.

"I said start or you'll be the one lying there!"

"Let me-!"

Mori's mind suddenly went blank and she felt a thousand electricity travelling on her head. She was shocked that her breathing stopped.

"Again!"

The order came again and again until she can no longer think properly. She was starting to lose her sanity and that's when it stopped. She was freed of the straps and the man gently stroke her hair, comforting her.

"Sssh. It's okay now. Don't worry, I'm here," he whispered. "Just don't do it again, okay? You'll be fine as long as you listen to me."

Mori trembled in his arms, her breathing ragged.

"No more... No more... Please... Stop."

Mori came back to her senses when the door to her room opened. A maid came inside with a tray full of nutritious food, but to her, everything seems unappetizing. She does not need those food or the beautiful bed, she only needs Sebastian.

She wants to go back in his arms, because that's the only way she can feel secure. He was her sanity. Her only salvation.

"Miss, you should eat. You need nutrition in your body."

"Anna, will I be able to leave this hell?"

Anna, the maid, busied herself by putting the food at the table.

"I'm sorry. I can't answer that."

"Will you help me escape?"

"I can't. I can only help you by keeping your pregnancy a secret."

She nodded at her. Yesterday, she just found out that she was pregnant and needed to keep it a secret lest that crazy man decided to kill the life that is growing inside of her. Right now, she can only behave and play along with him, that's the only way she can save her and Sebastian's child.

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