The Devil's Cure

Chapter 6

Third Person’s POV

        “F-forgive me. I dared look at your magnificence!” He bowed down even lower.

        He heard a small chuckle in front of him and he raised his head immediately. Seeing the Master standing too close in front of him made him shudder to his feet but he can’t move. He tentatively rubbed his shoes on the floor and felt the solid marble he is standing on.  How can a man as big as him move without a sound?

        The master turned his back on John and walked gracefully to the wooden desk at the center of the room. He sat on the chair at the back of the table and gave John a soul-piercing look.

        “Tell me, Dr. Williams, do you like your current position?” The master asked in his melodious deep voice.

        “Y-yes master! I am honored to be one of the head researchers in NRF!” He answered abruptly

        “Then, why did you stole top secret information?”  A dangerous threat lies within his inquiry.

        John gasped at what he heard. ‘They knew! But h-how? Oh, how can I possibly think they won’t know? This is the master. With his influence, nothing is impossible for him.’

        Knowing he is now in a grave position, John fell to his knees and bowed down, his face almost kissing the marble floor.

        “Forgive me, Master! Please spare me! I did not know what I was thinking!” He cried with desperation.

        “Of course you don’t.” The agreed truthfully. He seemed sincere and it made John feel relieved.

         “Who did you give the information to John?”

        “I-I I don’t know Master! Believe me... there was a man who contacted me but I-I never saw him. He just called me and told me to acquire that information and send it through the mail. I didn’t know what got into me, Master. Please believe me!”

        “Is that why you had ten million dollars wired to your account the other day? Do you know how important that file is?”

        “M-master! I swear I never opened that file! I don’t know what it is about!”

        The master sat back to his chair looking at him intently as if probing the truth behind his words. Then a smile slowly crept his lips.

        “Alright, I believe you.”

        “Thank you, Master!” John gasped in delight.

        “But what can we do? You have committed a grave crime to the company. I can’t let that pass.”

        “Master...  tell me what I need to do. I will do anything for you!”

        “I heard you have a daughter Mr. Williams. Is that correct?”

        John nodded reluctantly. “Yes master, I do...”

        “Well then, I will let you off the hook this time on the condition that you will give me your daughter as p*****t for your crime.” He said it casually, too casually for John’s liking.

        “B-but...” he tried to protest but when he looked at the Master’s eyes, he knew he does not have any choice but to say yes. He bit his tongue and nod in agreement.

        “Mr. Waze, please hand the contract to Mr. Williams.”

        Mr. Waze walked to the table and grabbed the contract. He handed it to John with a pen and told him where to sign.

        John accepted the piece of paper, he wanted to read its content first but held his tongue. He knew better than to open his mouth. It was a miracle enough that the Master let him go unscathed.

        Reluctantly, he signed the contract and gave it back to Mr. Waze who then handed it to the master.

        The Master looked at it and gave off a contented smile. He stood and walked towards John. He stopped right in front of him giving John a chance to have a closer look at his beautiful face. 

        John was totally confused as to how young the Master looked. He thought he was in his 50ʼs or so. After all, a man this young can’t possibly be the billionaire who owned almost all of the country’s assets.

        “Oh, I am the Master all right. I am Zeldoris Neville, the one and the only. But... you are wrong in one thing John.” The master said as if reading his thoughts. Slowly his face transformed. His eyes turned red with golden slits. When he smiled again, sharp white fangs peeked from his mouth.

        John’s eyes widened with horror, his body shook. He took a step back or at least tried to but he can’t. He was glued to where he stood, unable to move even his fingers.

        “I am not young, it’s not 50 either...” Zeldoris stepped closer, smelling John’s fear then he leaned closer and whispered to his ears, “it’s one hundred” before he finally bit down to John’s neck.