Chapter 8
"For the last time, I'm not attacked a students of the Hexside. I may be a cur, but I'm the cur with the rules. Never harm children, that's my concept." Nox firmly said, a thread of annoyance was permeated in his voice. "Last thing I remember, was standing in the pub, talking to my friends. And then I woke up here, handcuffed with a hangover."
"You did this. You have to stop denying this." Warden Wrath said as he walked towards him.
Nox looked unimpressed. "Or what?"
Warden Wrath tilted his head down, leveling his avian-insectoid mask to have the beak curve less than an inch from troll's stone skin, forcing the prisoner to look into the dark lenses that hid his eyes.
"Well, I'll have to-"
"Warden Wrath, you have a visitor."
"I just feel like, once again, the scary mood was kind of ruined." Warden Wrath hummed as Nox coughed, or let out what could pass as a cough, but sounded more like a laughed.
With slow, disciplined movements Wrath placed a single finger on the reply switch. "Not now," he growled, the switch creaking under his strength.
"Sir, this visitor is not going to-" The voice was cut off by the reinforced iron door of Wrath's workspace being blown clean off its hinges and flying to smash a crater into the opposing wall, leaving a fog of debris and dust in its wake that obscured the doorway.
"Who dares to do this?!" Warden Wrath thundered, forming his right hand into a scythe blade.
The dust parted to reveal a man dressed in tattered gray hooded cloak, only his weak chin and mouth with set of jagged teeth that do not necessarily correspond with one another appearance-wise were visible.
"Knock knock." He said with ugly smile.
Wrath was utterly still for a total of three seconds before he struck.
There was a loud bang, and large man was thrown backward, landing in a unconscious crumpled heap on the floor.
The man in gray hooded cloak just looked at the troll.
"Hello Nox."
"Do I know you?" Nox questioned blankly. "You seem very familiar to me."
"We met once." He explained shortly.
"Do I owe you money or something?"
"I gave you a job to do, you failed me." He said stoically, his fists clenching behind his back.
Nox's eyes narrowed at the remark, not liking where the conversation was going. This man dropped Warden Wrath with a one spell. And Nox was very aware that he is cuffed and entirely defenseless.
"Yes? I don't remember that at all." The troll answered cautiously, mentally reviewing the list of people he has recently met.
"If you had the time, you might've remembered that." The man's facial expression hidden beneath the hood, but Nox could easily imagine it. "But that's not going to happen."
"What do you mean?"
"You failed me." The man said in an icy voice. A black magic orb appeared in front of his hand and a dark ray blasted out of it.
"What the-" started Nox but he was cut off when the ray hit him.
As a black ray touched the troll's chest, the area around hit turned gray and grew dozens of tiny cracks. The cracks spread both up and down, turning Nox's glowing core in chest black before Nox finally toppled to the ground.
"And everyone who failed me: end the same exact way." The man said as the troll's body turned to dust.
This macabre sight met with a small smile from under the gray hood before he left the Conformatorium. No one tried to stop him...
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