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Chapter 38

"Turns out that Markovius was a softie to pregnant women, he broke a man's nose for almost planning to slapping his preganat wife."

"Raw thinks he too violent."

"Well, what ever he did he was trying to enforce..."

"I need to convince him otherwise."

"I heard from another protitute that Markovius would not sleep or he couldn't sleep sometimes. He suffers from nightmares... apparently it had to do with the fire incident as the girl recalled him screaming FIRE and MURDERER."

Raw contributed as he replied

"Other girl says he scream also in pain. Say guilt but he made sure girl no tell anyone."

"How did she talk then?"

"She didn't. Raw saw."

"That was brave of you Raw, but what guilt could he possibly carry?"

"...Weight of doing evil is heavy."

Ambrose replied, as he remembered when he felt like his hands were stained when he only broke a few bones but that fact never sat well with him either. Perhaps Markovius was a lot more similar to him than he expected.

"Well, so you are going to practice the whole of tomorrow?"

Ambrose stretched his arms as he replied in a cherry and light hearted tone.

"Of course, but tonight I will be Glitch and daydream. But, I will relieve Cain from his task, I mean he would like to write a letter to his son no?"

Cain nodded as the rest of them left the place. Leaving Ambrose to care for Azkadellia as she still continued sleeping unpreturbed by all the noise in the room. Ambrose slipped a hand to test her heartbeat, it was steady and slowly regaining its power... He eased himself into a chair as he laid back and perhaps drift into her dreams and spend some time with her.

Later that night, Azkadellia's door opened and a tall dark shadow slipped inside making sure there was no sound made. The shadow did not expect Ambrose to open his eyes and look at the shadowy figure. A small smile flickered past his face as he addressed the shadow.

"I knew you would come Markovius."

"I hate that name."

Hissed Mark as he tried to go back out the door. He was puzzled as to why Ambrose was here at night and worst of all why was his smiling with the same confidence and ease he had seen him carry with him all those years before? He just wanted to see Azkadellia and to see how badly was she hurt and perhaps hear news or read the parchment the doctor always leaves near the patient's bedside table.

"Is it because I call you that?"

"I hate you."

For a moment, there was silence but Ambrose was once again breaking the silence as he said

"...Azkadellia will recover in 2 weeks. The doctor says she has a fever as well as the dehydration and lack of food. Her external injuries will prolong the healing process but she will be fit in two weeks."

Mark released the breath he had been holding on to, as he inched closer and to his surprise Ambrose stood back and allowed Mark to see her. He felt so strange to be in the same room as Ambrose and he didn't feel like smashing his face inward.

"...She is my fiancee, it is natural that I would come to see her."

"Naturally, but I will not lie. I love her a lot, so my warning to you is not to hurt her."

"...Whatever I do to her, is nothing like what you did to mother."

Hiss Mark as he stood up once more, giving Azkadellia one last fleeting glance but before he could leave the room Ambrose let out a small soft laugh as he countered

"We are really brothers, doomed to love the same woman."

"You...are a Murderer... your not my brother. I will see you on the battle stage. DONT think you can run from this one."

Ambrose nodded as he said in a light tone

"I wouldn't run any longer. I am here to sort things out once and for all."

Mark was in turn scared, he didn't want to sort things out. He already sorted things out just fine! Azkadellia will marry him and Ambrose will die for having abadoned their family and for killing mother, for choosing him over mother.

"All I can say is that I know your face will be smashed inwards when I am finished."

Mark was scared again, just like when Azkadellia told him to stop before it was too late... it was too late, Mark believed everything he had in him that it was all Ambrose's fault! He hated Ambrose for stealing everything and then throwing it away! Abandoning him as well... He hated that man, everything wasn't his own fault it was Ambrose's.

- To be Continued -