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Which was marvelous because of all the taunting shadows the dim lighting created for my manipulative usage.
“A-A-Arth—” Christopher began but certainly couldn’t finish with Arthur practically pressed against his back while a lengthy black claw now lightly pressed against his trembling flesh.
“If titles are so fucking important, have you forgotten what mine is?” The power that previously laced his words was pulled back as he spoke his question nice and slow.
It was deliberate—obviously—and yet it felt like some sort of cunning confrontation that was happening live before our very eyes.
“N-N-N-N-No,” Christopher stuttered, and he became as pale as a sheet in seconds.
I wouldn’t deny how my curiosity was outweighing my need for revenge in this prime moment, but I wouldn’t be detoured so easily unless I unraveled something that would be beneficial to us on this swaying playing field.
“Yet, you speak to me as if we’re on even grounds,” Arthur acknowledged before retracting the claw at Christopher’s throat.
The retreat of the weapon didn’t allow the man to ease up.
In fact, he seemed to further tense, as if waiting for the final blow that would simply finish him.
Sadly, it never came. No matter. His life clock is counting down to the inevitable.
"I’m sure you have more important things to be focusing on, like how the city your Vatican is so obsessed with is being burnt to the ground,” Arthur reminded him with a sly smile upon those sinister lips that were surely tempted to further creep up and emphasize how these events were only entertainment to him.
“You signed the contract, and I conducted the task of kidnapping De Luca to make the exchange for all you desired,” Arthur elaborated as he moved his hands to rest behind his back before beginning to walk around the trembling man at a pace that almost made it appear like he was moving in slow motion. “I sent a different version of myself with your two weak goons to the club for the confrontation, which was rather successful if you ask me.”
He paused in his slow stepping to shrug and side-glance at Christopher with cunning eyes.
“If it wasn’t for my gifted abilities, your weak excuse of a drug wouldn’t have done shit to the Dark Lord and the Immaculate mutt. Did you really believe a drug that can barely knock shifters out for the count was going to work on endangered wolves that carry triple the resistance to various drugs?”
Arthur dramatically sighed before he shook his head with a tsk.
“It’s a shame your organization has so much fucking money thanks to all the collections and manipulation y’all do with this religion nonsense, or else you’d be in such a big sinking hole and no one existing on this universal plane would be able to assist you. Your security guards were absolutely useless. I haven’t had to use hell electricity on a shifter since I attempted to face my father at sixteen for attempting to ban me from using my own weapon collection.”
The memory seemed to make him laugh because the manic sound escaped his parted lips while he allowed his head to fall back in the moment.
“Ah. Good fucking times.” He shook his head once more but began to pace while he continued, “Did you think because you hired me that everything would be taken care of?”
“W-Well, yes!” Christopher boldly replied even though he was obviously stuttering. “I was reassured that everything would be taken care of in exchange for our services.”
“Now, Father Christopher. Why would you possibly believe such foolishness?” There was immense mockery in his voice as he tilted his head to one side and crossed his arms over his chest. “You of all people in such a holy organization should know shifters aren’t the typical type to waste their time and go above and above without any extra ways of payment. I mean, to use my gift alone to electrify that pink-haired beauty would have cost you a fortune. Maybe a kidney, arm, and testicle would be a good enough payment, but we’ll talk about those minor details later.”
“Minor details?!” Christopher gasped, but Arthur dismissed him with a brush of his hand while he spoke to himself.
“I’ll admit, I underestimated Ms. De Luca. From the brief information you delivered to me, I had a strong assumption she was but a weak imbecile enjoying the divine wealth of her father and being a whore for a bunch of rich mafia fuckers, but she left my phantom puppet in a bit of a shock.” He crossed his arms and tapped his finger against his slightly parted lips. “Cunning, beautiful, dominate in both the male and female form. I’d heard all the talk in the underground and noticed how even the Dark Lord is rather smitten over her, but to think he’d be willing to burn NYC to the fucking ground because of her death. It’s quite intriguing to me.”
“Wait. With her death?” The mere excitement in Christopher's voice was going to make me commit a very sinful deed, but Arthur was far faster in crushing the hopeful man’s assumptions.
“Was.” He stated the single word, which immediately deflated the idea of Willow’s downfall. “I realized the moment my very essence shocked through her body that you seemed to have bitten off more than you can chew, Christopher.”
“W-What do you mean? She’s but a woman! A whore, at that. Boldly walking through the streets with heavy security and flaunting the money her father, Roberto De Luca, garnished himself. She’s but a tool in this vast game, and it’s about time she was squashed like the bug she is!”
“That’s the problem, dear Christopher.” Arthur sighed dramatically as he walked over to sit on one of the pews that were mere steps from where the platform was. Situating himself, he lifted one leg to rest on the other while he kept his eyes closed.
He was deep in thought for a reason—determining his options and the possible outcomes that could come out of whatever decision he made at this moment.
He’s a man who uses his brain and not his fucking pride to make decisions.
“Do you really think even the Vile Queen can take down Willow De Luca?” Arthur asked the simple question as his eyes slowly opened to reveal orbs that mimicked red flames from the pits of hell.
For a second, I could feel the intense heat in the cathedral, as if the flames I’d summoned were now within these very walls and yearned to burn all of us to crisps.
