《Hatred: The Journey of the Madman [Old]》Ch 18: Mr.Skeleton
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Verrona's POV:
"Are you alright Gadoron?"
"Do I look alright to you. That bastard I am gonna kill him for the humiliation."
"Let it be, he is just a kid."
"Why are you always defending him. You are my woman, you should only do what I say. If
I hate him you must hate him too. If I want to kill him you also need to want to kill him."
Why is he saying such things? I have never seen him like that. He was always sweet and seemed like a good guy. I can't believe he is showing his true colors. Stupid me and I thought I could judge people.
"I don't agree with you."
"VERRONA, you do what I want. Go back to your room, I'll be back later"
"Where are you going?"
"I am going to find that boy and pay him back"
"No don't, let him go. Please I beg you."
"Shut up don't defy me."
He gave me a slap. I was lying on the floor on the verge of tears.
"Don't leave the house until I am back"
He left the house.
It is all my fault. How could I do that to Thorus. Because of me he might be in danger. Garadon will gather his men to look for him. His man are no push over they are the elite guards and follow every order of his.
That despicable man. It is not like I had a choice in the matter when he became my fiance. It was all arranged by our parents. His true face showed today. I can't be married to such a man, never. I won't be happy with such a man.
Memories of Thorus came to my mind. When I first met him I knew he was special. Even though he was about to be judged he didn't seemed afraid at all. He was full of confidence like nothing could harm him and yet he wasn't arrogant. He was not like the other guys treating me like some god. He saw me as an equal. The jokes of him made me laugh and washed all my worries away. Then he showed me his face, he was a handsome man. When he told me his age I was shocked. I couldn't believe he was just a five years old. The way he spoke, the things he knew and the things he did. None of them were typical for a five years old. Yet I treaded him like a five years old, seeing his advancement towards me as a child's thing.
I didn't take his feelings serious. I thought it was cute when I read in the letter that he fell in love with me.
But at that time I didn't know how serious he was.
I am such a fool. Because of me it escalated like that.
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I will find him, warn him about Garadon and apologize for not taking him serious. I will face my feelings. I will forget about Garadon that disgusting man. No one made me feel the way Thorus did. No one except Thorus knows the real me.
I don't want to lie to myself. My feelings for Thorus are real. I will wait until he is older. I'll wait even if it takes an eternity.
I gonna leave all things behind, even if Thorus where to reject me, I wouldn't regret it. I am fed up with being the elder, always having to keep up an act. Always having to abstain from the things I truly enjoy.
I packed some things and sneaked out from the window. Vanishing into the Forrest.
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Thorus's POV:
I am still in the Forrest. After I have fused with Urkras the god of pain I have gained an enormous amount of power.
'Urkrass are you there?'
'What can I do for you lad?'
'I noticed that you have black angle like wings. I want those?'
'Are you sure? I can give you those black wings but it will be permanet.You could get a lot of unwanted attention'
'Doesn't matter, they would look cool on me.'
'Hahaha, that's great, I wasn't wrong choosing you. Are you ready?'
'I was born ready.'
'Here we go it will hurt'
'I didn't expect less.'
Suddenly I had a piercing pain in my back. My mana was gushing out and I begun to shine.
A crackling sound could be heard from my back. It is like the wings are trying to break through my skin.
'Damn lad you skin is tough it could take a while.'
'Great *pant * just keep going.'
The pain was agonizing. It was similar to the pain where I enhanced myself. The wing are not like an attachment. Urkras is changing my body to have wings. My muscles were torn apart and rearranged.
Finally the wings broke thru.
'Is it it done?'
'Yes look around you'
I looked to my left and right. I now had black wings. They spanned about three meters each.
I tried to move my new wings. It took me a while to get accustomed to them but I figured out how to use them. I just have to use my shoulder muscles. Soon it felt like an extra limp.
"Okay I am read to head out."
I flapped my wings and flew up high in the sky.
"YEAAAH, that's the stuff"
Being up in the sky is a great feeling. I could see the whole Forrest, it seemed to be endless.
Let's see how fast I can fly. I changed gears and broke the sonic barrier.
Now where shall I head to? For now I'll check that mountain over there. Maybe I'll find some ore.
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Flying over the mountain I discover a cave entrance.
Curiosity overtook me and I went inside.
The cave has a complex system of tunnels.
Walking further I hear a click. Suddenly arrows are shot out of the walls. Like always I didn't bother to dodge. The arrows bounced off my body without leaving a scratch.
"Why are traps inside a cave?''
'Maybe it is a dungeon.' said Aldea.
'Yes lad this seems like a dungeon, I can feel that the mana is focused inside this cave.'
'You mean a dungeon where monsters reside. A dungeon where you have to kill the boss to get the treasures?'
'Yes'
I got excited, I wondered what kind of treasures are awaiting me. If I got myself some good materials I could further improve my self.
Walking further into the dungeon I encountered skeletons. I didn't even bothered to use my gun. I just shattered their skulls with my bare hand.
The traps were also quite amusing. Sometimes I would fall down in a pit full of spikes, but because I can fly now these traps didn't pose any danger. Fighting through the masses of skeletons I finally arrived at enormous door.
This is were the boss must be. I pushed the heavy door and entered a big hall.
In front of me there was a black skeleton sitting on his throne. He wears black armor and has a two handed sword. He was about 15 meters in height and his sword about 10 meters.
His eyes suddenly lit a red flame and he spoke to me.
"Who dares to interrupt my sleep."
"That would be me Mr.Skeleton"
"You? Ahahahah.Screw off tiny boy I have no time to deal with you."
"But I want your treasures mister."
"You want my treasure, hahahah. Come here and take it if you want but in order to get them you need to defeat me."
"I know, lets get it on."
He charged me with his sword. He was about to slash me but I stopped his sword with my bare hand. Under a me a crater of five meters formed.
"What the hell?" if he had a face he would make a surprised face.
I still hold his sword and he struggled to pull it off.
"Let it go that's not fair."
"Okay" I let go and he fell on his non existent butt.
Full of anger he charged at me again. I dodged his slash and propelled my self to giving him a flying knee. He blocked it in the last second with his sword. The sword of his broke and he flew into the cave wall, leaving a huge crater.
"My sword, nooo. I don't want to do this anymore I quit. You can have all the treasures. I don't care any more."
He begun to cry but since he is a skeleton he was not able to shed tears.
"Are you sure, won't your pride be hurt?"
"What pride I don't care about such things. I just want to live in peace."
What the hell. What kind of boss is that, he is really pathetic.
"If you say so. I am gonna take all your treasure."
"Go ahead it's behind the door."
I opened the door. In front of me there were gems, gold, mana crystals and weapons.
But what really caught my eyes was a sword which was stock into the ground. I could tell that this was no ordinary sword. It was of gold silver color with runes on it.
How the hell am I gonna take all the things with me. I taught and thouth until it hit me. I could just make me a ring of storage.
The ring of storage is a ring where you can store a infinite amount of things. I took a bunch of crystals and converted it to a ring of storage. It was a golden ring with a red gem. I put it on and stored all the treasures in it.
I will need to find a appraiser for the sword. I want to know it's worth before I convert it. Maybe it is better to keep it instead of turning it to something else.
With everything in my ring of storage I decided it's time to leave.
Walking out of the room of treasure, Mr.Skeleton is still crying. I approached him.
"Is everything alright Mr.Skeleton."
"No, I don't want to be a dungeon boss anymore."
"Why not isn't it cool being a dungeon boss"
"At first yes but then it gets really boring. I have no one to talk to. And the adventures that come time to time die quickly. I am fed up with being a dungeon boss. All I do is sleep the whole day."
I felt pity for Mr.Skeleton. He must have led a difficult life.
"I see. I am sorry I didn't know your circumstances. Do you want to become my servant? How about it. You could see the world and enjoy new things. And most importantly you wouldn't be lonely anymore."
He stopped crying and looked at me with eyes full of hope. I think h e did that as his flames in his eyes become brighter.
"Really you would do that for me?"
"Why not. I am the savior of the damned. You could be useful for my cause. Wanna join me?"
"Yes.Yes. Please. From here on Neurocranium will serve you for the rest of my life."
"Great, but can you do something about your height?"
"Of course." he shines and is now about 2 meters in height
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"May I know your name?"
"It's Thorus."
"Thank you, master Thorus."
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