"Cut the bullshit, where is it?!"

"I don't-"

He pushed his assistant to the wall, putting his arm on his neck, making him choke. The cold and wet rock made his body shiver, while he spit blood on his master's shoes. I won't tell you. Never. Look what the power did to you. I'm not falling again.

A picture of his family appeared in front of him - his mom, with the sweetest and warmest smile that he has ever seen in his entire life, his dad with the most serious, but at the same time, caring attitude.. and finally his little sister, who has been there for him no matter what. Don't do it Sheldon, don't belive him, it is a trap!, she kept telling him every day, but he didn't listen.

"I'm asking you one more time, where is it, Sheldon?"

"I-" but he stopped. The master's wife and child would have gone by now, there was no need for him to struggle anymore. He can die, he wasn't afraid of death or his master.

A sharp blade got into his chest. He put his hand on the blood stain and curled up, slowly, on the floor. But still, he had a smile on. You've lost, Valentine.

"Why are you smiling?" Valentine asked.

"Because you've just lost. You're as blind as I was when I lost my family because of you. Now it's your turn."

"WHAT?!" he shouted, hitting the silver cup with wine, that was now all over the floor. "Sheldon, what did you do?!"

"Too late." he said and closed his eyes.

Valentine slowly closed the door behind him. Stephen was waiting for him, sitting in the chair near the fire-place, holding his glasses in one hand.

"Good to see you, mate. How was it? I guess that you killed a few in there."

"Yeah, he was the sixth one for today. Do you have a cloth or..something?"

"Yes, in fact I do. Would you like some tea and biscuits? Maybe.. a good book?"

"I'm not in the mood for your damn sarcasm."

"Haha, and I think that you will ever escape this 'Hernodale's sarcasm' trap, since all of us have it."

Valentine took Stephen's coat and cleaned his knife. Stephen looked with a disgusted look at him.

"You know.. that was one of the best coats-"

"Oh, come on, I'll buy you a new one."

"Great. Now, won't you burn.. you know.. the body?"

"No, I don't think that's a good-"

"DAAAAAAAAD!" a little boy's voice shouted.

A boy, about 8 years old, came into the room. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants and his blonde hair was all messy. His golden eyes were staring and his father. , God damn it, you and your charm.

"Heeey buddy!" Stephen said and picked him up, with the same joy as he did when his son was born. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find my wooden sword, dad."

"How about you go and ask Magnus to make you a new one, while I finish my work in here? I promise that we'll spend time after I finish."

"Okay..." he said, looking at Valentine

After the boy got out, Valentine sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you.. do not bring your son here!"

"You know that he can't stay without his father, Valentine. You've experienced that on your own skin."

"My daughter doesn't come here, Stephen."

"She doesn't even know who her real father is. So, back to what we were talking about... How will you do with it?"

"I want to bring him back."