Chapter 9
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Unknown POV
I stand to the side as one of my guards slams his fists into Dimitri Silver's face. Blood gushed from the open wounds under his left eye and from his busted lower lip. As the guard steps back, the cursed sound of soft chuckling echoed in the dimly lit room as Dimitri spat out the blood from his mouth.
"If that's your best then you've been sleeping on your training Maddox. Are you sure you can proudly call yourself the head of training for the Circle? I'm ashamed for you," Dimitri chuckles once more and then hisses under his breath as Maddox moves behind him to tighten the binds on his sands that were laced with sulphur.
I stepped out of the shadows and approached the young man I once had the privilege of teaching the dark arts. He came as one of many young children I had selected personally at the orphanage because of their unique talents. The Circle agreed to fund the orphanages necessities in exchange for blood samples from the selected children.
Dimitri Silver turned out not just to be a mage, but a perfectionist in dream manipulation. His ability to contort a person's reality was an asset to the Circle, until he thought to be a savior and ran off to warn Cora's offspring. And look what that got him. He was warned about betraying the circle, and now he must pay the price.
Maddox moved to the table against the wall and lifted a small blade in his hand. A wicked smile pulled across his face as his doused the blade in a mixture of sulphur and then immersed it into the cauldron of molten metal beside the table.
"I warned you, Dimitri. Your job was simple. Find me the girl and bring back the location to me. But you had your own plans did you. You had to play the hero." I nod to Maddox who approached Dimitri once more, the smell of the sulphur on the heated blade becoming pungent in the room.
Dimitri's eyes widened ever so slightly as he tried to mask the obvious fear that was swimming in his eyes.
"I told you, I didn't betray you. I needed to make sure that my information was solid. I couldn't come back to you with unsound leads. I needed to confirm it for myself." Dimitri angled his head away as Maddox placed the heated blade ever so close to his right cheek.
"And did you do that, Dimitri? Did you confirm your findings? Is she the daughter and last living relative of the Hellhound Cora Miletus?" I ask as Maddox continued to move the blade closer to Dimitri's cheek. The edge of the blade scorching the top layer of skin as Dimitri screamed in agony.
"No! I didn't find what I intended to confirm." He screamed again as Maddox pressed the blade to his face again, this time carving the curve of a large 'C' into his skin.
"Well I find that hard to believe. You've been gone for an entire week, Dimitri. Scouts saw you leaving the Crystal Lakes compound hours after they invited you into their humble abode."
Dimitri started breathing heavily as he watched Maddox dip the blade in the sulphur again. The smell of burnt flesh filling the air and mixing with the already pungent smell of the sulphur.
"Let me finish! I didn't find Cora's child to be the last in the line of the Hellhound bloodline. Her daughter, married a Beta wolf and they have two children. Twins."
I hold my hand up to stop Maddox from approaching again. A scowl pulls across his face as he stops in his tracks.
"Go on," I encourage Dimitri.
He takes a few deep breaths before continuing. "The twins, they turned six recently and they have these birthmarks behind their necks. They glowed with ember power that the mother was able to dim away."
"Glowing birthmarks. Interesting indeed."
"There's more. These children are already able to manipulate their power. They pulled the aura from me and projected it in a bubble around me. They can use the energy of one's aura and project it as a weapon. There were traces of fire and embers around theirs."
I motion for Maddox to leave the room as I move in closer to a Dimitri who huffed out a breath in relief. " The birthmarks on their necks, what did they look like?"
Dimitri hesitates for a few seconds before his gaze lands upon the sulphur and molten iron at the side of the room. He swallowed loudly before meeting my gaze once more.
"Their mother is aware of it. She knows what it means. The twins have marks in the shape of a wolf behind their necks, but when they glowed, the mark morphed into a clearer image of what they truly are."
"Which is?"
Dimitri gasps and then bends his head as though ashamed of what he was about to reveal.
"Cerberus. They have the mark of the Cerberus bloodline."
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