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Sins of the Past
Chapter Two
He wasn't expecting what he saw next. A dozen warriors armed to the teeth were waiting for him when he stepped over the threshold.
As if as one, all heads snapped in his direction. He held his breath and waited. Had all of this been a trap set by his father? To lure him out? He couldn't be sure. And if things continued like they were, he would never find out.
A voice pierced through the silence. "Out of my way!" Like dogs obeying their master, the group of thugs parted, revealing the most gorgeous woman he had ever had the pleasure to see.
Everything about her contradicted her surroundings, from her finely combed black hair to her genuine, red leather boots. He struggled to take her in, to memorize every single, minute detail, so that he would never forget her.
Her silky, black hair was cut off at the lower portion of the neck, not short, but not long either. She wore a pair of skintight leather pants, that hugged her curves in all the right places, under a white skirt. A tight red shirt and high heels completed her outfit.
She strode at a nonchalant pace, and upon reaching striking distance stopped. Now that she was closer, he could see crystal, blue eyes hidden under thick eyelashes. She was a stunning creature.
Her head bobbed up and down as she sized him up, as if for a feast. Her gaze lingered on his face. He saw her breath catch, almost as if she'd been struck by a heavy blow.
The woman regained her composure and spoke in an angelic voice tinged with danger, "Who are you?"
He answered, "Sin."
She frowned. "What an odd name. Where are you from?"
He glanced away and back. "Varrock."
The lady smirked. "You're lying, Sin. Which must mean you want to keep it a secret, no matter. I could care less where you're from."
"I was told to ask for Devyn," he interrupted.
She had been about to turn away, when what he said caused her to pause momentarily. Backtracking, she decided to give him another look. "What did you say?"
"A man at a bar told me to come to this address, and to ask for someone named Devyn."
She grinned like someone in on a joke. "Well then, it is nice to meet you. I am Devyn."
He frowned in confusion. This woman was Devyn? He had been expecting a man to be the one to locate his father. After all, whoever knew where his father was had to be working, either with him or against him, in the criminal world.
Sin smiled inwardly; he understood that he had misread this woman named Devyn. Her beauty had been distracting, and he had merely considered her as an object to be behold. He would not make that mistake again.
He extended his hand as a sign of friendship; the woman took his hand. She nodded towards a door some feet away, a signal that they should go somewhere more private to discuss matters.
Once inside, Devyn quickly shut and bolted the door. Sin looked around the room, but there wasn't much to see. It was a small-sized room with a wooden desk-possibly oak-in the middle of the room and several smaller chairs around it. A single candle burned in the holder over the desk, casting flickering shadows across the room. And a single portrait of a tiger hung on the wall behind the desk. Devyn crossed over behind the desk and sat down, resting her feet on the desktop. She pointed to the chair in front of her; she wanted him to sit down.
When he made no move to sit, she scoffed and said, "Please sit down, you're making me nervous."
Reluctantly, Sin did as he was told.
Devyn smiled at her small victory and continued, "Now on to business-"
"I want to know where he is."
Her face twitched as his impetuousness. "Who?"
"Rorin Temuji."
Reminiscent of the bartender, Devyn froze at the mention of his father's name, a behavior intended to suggest that Rorin either struck fear into the hearts of Gielinor's citizens or something far more dangerous.
She attempted to regain her poise by letting out a quick giggle, but it came out as a frightened laugh; Sin noticed and so did she, for she abruptly scowled. Obviously his father was much more powerful and deadly than he had believed at first. Here was another lesson he needed to learn.
She turned away from him, facing the portrait. "Get out."
When several minutes had came and gone, and Sin had still not gotten up from his position, Devyn finally twisted around to face him.
"Are you an imbecile? I thought I just told you to leave!"
Sin made no endeavor to respond to her attitude, but calmly said, "I want to know where to find Rorin Temuji."
Frustrated with him and his request, Devyn leaned over the desk and grabbed him by his shirt. She yanked his face as close to her own, close enough where, if it were to her pleasure, she could kiss him. When she took in his scent, she almost considered it, but she swiftly tossed that thought away.
"Why would you want to find him? He is too dangerous for someone as green as you."
Sin coolly removed her hands from his shirt and stood up. Devyn glanced down and saw he carried a weapon.
In response, she carefully reached for her own weapon. Sin saw this and smiled; with great care he released his sword from its home and placed it on the desk as a show of peace.
"It is very important that you tell me where to find Rorin, dear woman," he said gently. "I have to meet with him."
"But why?"
"That I cannot tell you."
She smirked. "If you won't tell me, then I will equally not reveal what I know."
It would seem that Sin and Devyn had reached an impasse, but what could he say? He wanted to tell her desperately that Rorin was his father, however, that was her beauty talking.
The monks had taught him well. A woman, when wanting something, would use her own body to entice a man to relinquish his knowledge or earthly possessions. To overcome this, one would need to let go of all fleshly desires.
He shut his eyes tightly. Devyn frowned curiously. What was he up to?
After a minute he reopened them. His female companion thought she'd noticed something different about him, like he was in some sort of trance.
He picked his sword back up. "If you won't tell me where to find my quarry, then let me take my leave."
Devyn at first was going to refuse to let him go, but after giving it some thought, she said, "Fine."
Opening the door, he felt her get up and stand behind him. He turned to see what she wanted. Her face was clouded with worry, like she'd actually be concerned about a perfect stranger.
"He's a dangerous man," she said above a whisper.
"I know."
She gaped at him. "Who are you?"
"Just a simple monk." With that he shut the door behind him.
Devyn had been a dead-end, and now Sin needed to find another lead. However, he couldn't get her out of his mind. She was a parasite feeding on him, and no amount of medicine could remove her.
There was nothing he could do, though, but try to get some rest. He shrugged out of his burdensome clothes and into some pajamas, then achingly climbed into his soft bed, if only for awhile.
He did not know how long he lay awake thinking of her. Her coal-black hair, her striking blue eyes, they were all too much for him. This feeling was unknown to him. He had been at a monastery for most of his life and no girl ever set foot on the island. So, could that be why he could not-or would not-erase her from his thoughts?
Sin's very body seemed to ache for her, like two star-crossed lovers fated never to touch one another.
But that was completely asinine. He had just met this girl; there was no logical explanation for how he was feeling, then. A feeling of desperation began to creep in on him, though, begging him to go to her, to embrace her, to kiss her.
He flung off his covers and paced the bedroom back and forth, as if physical activity could purge these unpure thoughts.
Her sparkling blue eyes. No, he mustn't!
Her soft lips. No, he mustn't think on it!
Her short, silky hair. What he was thinking was unpure, childish!
He wanted to run his hands down her soft curves, to kiss her soft lips. No, he couldn't; he was a monk and she was most obviously engaged in illegal deeds, many he would care not to dwell on.
Oh, how he did wish to dwell on her. He felt a scream rising up from his throat, and he was just about to let it free, when a soft knock, almost inaudible, sounded upon his door.
Composing himself, he walked over and opened the door to see who could be calling at this late hour.
Devyn.
"Hey" was all she said, almost as if calling on a stranger in the middle of the night was a common occurrence.
He wanted to tell her everything, how he was the son of Rorin, and more importantly about these foreign thoughts he'd been entertaining.
"Hey" was all he could muster.
The two of them stood in the open doorway, unsure on what was happening. He in his blue pajamas, and she in a red shirt with frill on the sleeves, black leather pants, and gold earrings on both ears.
The situation was awkward to both parties, for neither of them had ever been in a condition quite like this.
She smiled uneasily. "Can I come in?"
He nodded dully. Saying nothing, he stepped aside and let her by. She padded into the room as graceful as a cat. He stood frozen to the spot by the still open door as she slowly walked around his room, eyeing everything.
Pleased by what she saw, she turned back toward Sin and smiled shyly. "Nice place you have here."
He nodded numbly. "It was cheap."
She stretched nonchalantly, trying to cast off any suspicions that she was unsure about herself at the moment. Devyn perked her lips out and sighed. "How much," she finally asked.
He was painfully aware that the door stood wide open. "A silver piece a night."
"Not bad."
"Yes."
The two stood and said nothing for several moments. Finally Devyn moved to the door, shutting it. She sighed and went to sit on his bed, eventually lying down.
Again, a significant amount of time passed before either one spoke or moved. Occasionally Sin would cough or Devyn would fidget.
The more time passed, the more Sin got the sneaking feeling that all of this was pointless. Why was she here? And if she wanted something, why couldn't she have said so when he opened the door?
"I don't know why I came tonight," Devyn said at last, surprising Sin with her suddenness.
She glanced to see if he would say anything, but he remained silent, watching her like a hawk.
Rising to a sitting position and patting the spot beside her, she said, "Sit."
Moving as if tied down by rocks, Sin made his way over to her. Looking for confirmation-she nodded-he sat beside her. Almost instantly, he felt a serene calm fall over him. It felt normal just sitting next to her.
Time quickly passed as the two of them felt content to remain where they were. It was like nothing either had felt before. To Sin, it was as if the sun had washed over him, cleaning him and remaking him.
As a hint of sunlight began to peek in though the windows, Devyn started to rise, but Sin's hand on her arm held her. Surprised at this, she turned back to him.
"Don't go," he simply said, but there was a hint of an order buried deep beneath his simple plea.
A smile graced her lips. "I won't."
Hours later, there was no good bye, just a mutual understanding.
Sin sat in bed for hours after, wondering what had just happened, the experience being almost a total blur for him.
He was confused. On one hand, he was overjoyed and a bit anxious. But on the other, he felt dirty over breaking one of the Mandarin monks' tenets.
Angered, he slammed his fist through the wall, putting a dense hole in it. He strove to never commit that sin again, swearing on his deity. He gathered his things and checked out of his room.
He would head north to Lumbridge, a large city compared to Port Sarim. It was the center of Gielinor and where he would mostly likely discover his father's whereabouts.
If not, he would continue across the continent. Sin would search until he found his father. He hadn't considered what he would do when he did, but matters like that did not concern him at the moment.
Only the thought of locating Rorin was anchored in his mind.
The path would be long one, for Lumbridge was many days away from the port. He estimated it would take him at least ten days to reach it. Until then, he would steadily walk the dusty road, sharing it with others like him.
Who were they? Perhaps they were simple merchants on their way to spread their goods across the world-for a profit. Maybe they'd returned from a soldier camp, heading home to reunited with loving wives, girlfriends, and family.
A thought lodged itself in his train of thoughts: Did he have any family? Over the years, he'd only ever thought about his father, never his mother. Was there a brother waiting for him back home? Had his brother taken his place at his father's right hand?
He roughly pushed that idea away. He had no time to dwell on such simple fancies. Sin needed to stay on course.
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