“What the hell is this? A Rubix cube? Was whoever gave this even trying?” The presenter said to himself, then he turned to his assistant and asked “Do you know whose gift this is?” Looking at the Rubix cube, the assistant, who didn’t know who dropped it in the pile of gifts, shrugged.“Does whoever gave this want the king to waste his time fixing it and matching the colors? I’m confused. What’s the point of this?” The presenter said, a disappointed look on his face. He looked inside the open gift box for something… anything that would let him know who the giver was, but there was nothing.He even turned the box upside down and shook it, hoping that a piece of paper or something to help identify the giver would fall out, but still nothing. “So the giver of this didn’t leave anything to tell us their identity? Strange,” the presenter scratched his head with the head of the microphone and then faced the crowd.He put the microphone to his mouth and said “Excuse me, but did anyone drop
It became so intense that the guests who were all a few feet away and more could also see it.“You’re right boss. It is vibrating” the assistant said, surprised.“You think?! What the hell is this?!” The presenter said, panicked.All the guests who also saw the Rubix cube in the presenter’s hand vibrate like crazy started to become curious and concerned.“What’s going on with that thing?”“Why is it shaking so much?”“Isn’t that a normal Rubix cube?”They all asked as they slowly walked closer to get a better view of what was going on.“Oh my gosh!” The presenter exclaimed again.“What, boss?!” Exclaimed the assistant, startled by the presenter’s sudden outburst.“This thing, it’s getting hotter—“ the presenter said, but was cut off.“Throw it away, right now!” Everyone heard and when they looked at the source of the command, they saw that it was Jeremiah.“What?!” The presenter asked loudly. “That cube, throw it away, right now!” Jeremiah yelled, using his body to cover Reginald, wh
“Ahh!” The guests, who managed to escape the building, screamed at the top of their lungs, fear gripping them as they fled. They wouldn’t stop running until they knew for certain that they were far enough from the explosion to be safe, but considering that none of them understood the type of bomb or what the blast radius of the explosion would be, they decided that they were going to play it safe and keep on running until their legs gave out.“What’s going on?” Brenda asked as she saw the guests running and screaming. “Excuse me, what—” she tried to stop a guest rushing past her, but was ignored as if she were invisible.‘What the hell?’ she thought, a look of frustration crossing her face. ‘For everyone to be running like this… something serious must have happened.’Determined to get answers, Brenda blocked the path of another guest and grabbed the person’s shoulders, giving them no choice but to stop and listen to her.“Tell me what’s going on! Why is everyone running—?” Brenda as
A second before the explosion happened, Jeremiah, who didn’t know if he was going to survive or not, did what anyone in his predicament would do and hardened the front part of his body.Doing that felt instinctively right and it didn’t matter that in normal circumstances, nothing— especially that— would save anyone from a direct bomb blast to the body.Fortunately, this wasn’t normal circumstances and he wasn’t just anyone. He was Lord Crimson. In his arsenal was something that could protect him and save his life, so in a desperate effort to increase his chance of survival, Jeremiah tried to use the magic Reginald had told him that he would be able to use after absorbing enough power from the ring.Jeremiah concentrated like his life depended on it, because it did, desperately trying to use the smallest amount of magic he could create to protect himself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t ready yet, and as such no magic was generated.“Fuck-!” Jeremiah exclaimed and then it happened. The big B
“Son!” Reginald said with widened eyes as he rushed over to Jeremiah who was on the bed. “The bomb! The bomb is about to go off!” Jeremiah exclaimed, his mind still trapped in the memory of seconds before the explosion.“It’s fine, son! The bomb has already gone off and you protected everyone!” Reginald said, holding Jeremiah and trying to comfort him so that he could snap out of it.“It has and everyone is okay?" Jeremiah panted."Yes, son! Everyone survived thanks to you" Reginald replied and Jeremiah finally managed to calm down."Good, son. Relax cause you're fine now" "Where am I?” Jeremiah asked, breathing heavily as he looked around. “You’re in my room, son. I brought you here so that you can get treated after surviving such a massive explosion directly to your body” Reginald said.“I survived that? How's that even possible” Jeremiah asked, looking at Reginald with shock in his eyes.That had to be a miracle because who on earth survives a bomb blast to the face? Nobody that
“I’ve come with a report of everything that happened,” Kingston said, and everyone in the room grimaced with serious expressions. “Good. Let’s go to my Study, and you can tell me every single detail,” Reginald said.“Okay, Master” Reginald nodded.Reginald turned to Jeremiah and said “I’ll be right back, My Lord. Kingston and I are just going to step out for a moment to discuss a few things which shouldn’t take too long—““Why are the two of you leaving?” Jeremiah asked, a dissatisfied expression on his face.“As I said, it is to discuss a few things about—“ Reginald replied, but Jeremiah cut him off.“I know you’re leaving because you want to discuss something important, but my question is why can’t you do it here?” Jeremiah asked. Reginald and Kingston looked at each other for a moment, then they looked at Jeremiah, who had a skeptical expression.“Because this is a sensitive matter and I don’t want to stress you with it, especially now that you have just recovered— or more accura
“The eyes of a dragon? What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeremiah asked, facing Obadiah but his eyes drifted to the side, and looked into the mirror in his hand.He couldn’t deny that what the shaman said made a lot of sense.His eyes no longer had any semblance of what a human’s should be.It now had a slightly elongated, almond shape with slightly raised outer corners that gave it an intense and otherworldly look. The sclera was pitch black, the iris a vibrant and unusual golden hue, and a vertical, slit-like pupil that had a reptilian edge to it.His eyes looked like they could pierce through the soul of whoever was being stared at and it sent chills down the spine of the three in the king’s chamber with Jeremiah. “My Lord, remember what I told you a couple of minutes ago about your body becoming different… better… stronger, after surviving the explosion that should have killed you?” Obadiah said, rubbing his neck and soothing the pain of almost being choked to death.“Yes?”
To Jeremiah, the members of Dark Emblem were no longer humans but demons, and he would have no shred of remorse when dealing with them.He just wanted to find them wherever they were and end them right that second. “My Lord, your eyes,” Reginald said, pointing at Jeremiah’s face.“What?” Jeremiah asked.“You’re losing control, again,” Reginald said, staring at Jeremiah, whose eyes were slowly transforming to their dragon form.“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jeremiah said, then took a breath and calmed down, which not only stopped but also reverted the transformation.Jeremiah looked at Obadiah and asked, “So what exactly did the communication you tapped into tell you about their plans?”Obadiah cleared his throat. “Though it was hard to get clear information because I’m not as strong as I once was, and they are actively stopping me from tapping into their channels, I was able to get information that they were going to infiltrate and retrieve two targets from the ceremony,” Obadiah said and everyo
Jeremiah grinned, happy about the news of him getting to learn magic.Magic was something every kid wished they could do growing up, but eventually, they would become disappointed when they found out that it wasn’t real. However, not only was Jeremiah going to fulfill his childhood dream of learning and then doing magic, but it wasn’t going to be the type the magicians he loved to watch did. This wasn’t going to be tricks or sleight-of-hand gimmicks, but rather the real deal.The same type of magic that only existed in fictional movies with characters seemingly doing the impossible with just the utterance of words and now he was about to be one of them.“Now that Dark Emblem has been informed of the Lord’s return and will be preparing to come for him, do you realistically think that you have enough time to teach him magic that would make a difference between winning or losing?” Reginald asked. Obadiah looked at Jeremiah from head to toe, placed his hand on his chin, groaned, and the
Inside the Study, Reginald, who noticed that Jeremiah’s mind was elsewhere, asked him what he was doing. Jeremiah had actually been eavesdropping on David, wondering if he would say anything that would expose his involvement in the gas processing plant’s explosion and prove to Jeremiah that his suspicion was right. However, that didn’t happen and Jeremiah got annoyed that David stopped talking all of a sudden. From the last sentence Jeremiah heard David say before abruptly cutting himself off, he concluded that David knew he was onto him and was actively trying not to expose himself. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence, and Jeremiah was wrong about the whole thing—meaning David wasn’t involved in the explosion at all. There could only be one answer to the two possibilities, and time would reveal which one was correct because sooner or later, David was bound to slip up. All Jeremiah had to do was wait for that moment to come. Jeremiah replied “Nothing. I was just listening to wh
David, looking at Jeremiah, blinked multiple times to emphasize his shock.Even though he had once thought that Jeremiah had joined hands with Dean and Adam to kill all the guards—after seeing the dismembered bodies when he escaped the plant—the fact that this was only an assumption and was never confirmed left him with some doubt that Jeremiah had ever gotten blood on his hands.That assumption quickly vanished after he heard about how Jeremiah saved everyone at the welcome ceremony from the Rubik's Cube bomb and even traveled a great distance to save him.However, when Jeremiah admitted outright that he had killed Dean—and went on to elaborate on how he did it—it sent a shock through David's body. He realized he might have been wrong about who Jeremiah had killed, but not about the fact that he had killed someone.‘So he really is a cold-blooded murderer’ David thought and gulped.Just then, David noticed something that felt concerning.He looked at Reginald and the three other men—
David tried standing up but before he did, Kingston offered him a hand. David looked at Kingston’s hand but instead of accepting, he felt insulted. The fact that he had just heard that Jeremiah, his one competition for the throne, was a powerful being who could do whatever he wanted, made him feel weak and useless in comparison, and seeing Kingston’s hand annoyed the hell out of him.Still, he had to maintain composure.“No thanks. I can stand on my own” David said, feigning a smile.“As you wish, Sir” Kingston replied then retracted his hand and stood upright while David went on his feet and walked back to where he once was.“Are you okay?” Reginald asked.However, David, who was annoyed that Reginald felt it necessary to ask that question out of concern for his earlier reaction, forced a smile.“I am Uncle, so please, continue,” David said. Reginald looked at Jeremiah and said “You should also listen to what I’m going to say because it involves you as well” “Okay,” Jeremiah grim
Reginald started by revealing the history of Crimson Fall to David, who at first was confused as to why he was telling him an old folk tale but soon realized why when Reginald told him the part that only the king and a select few knew. The moment David heard about reincarnation, his eyes widened, asking himself if such a thing existed.Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only bombshell he was going to hear as the story continued to unfold.Reginald told him that it was the Garrick family's mission to make sure that Lord Crimson, the powerful dragon who ruled over Crimson Fall for centuries, reincarnated and like that wasn’t enough, he gestured at Jeremiah and told him that Jeremiah was Lord Crimson, reincarnated.“I’m sorry what?” David asked, trying to make sure he wasn’t mishearing things. “You heard me right. Your cousin, who we all thought was dead, is our one true ruler. The all-powerful, Lord Crimson” Reginald said passionately. David’s eyes blinked multiple times as he looked at
The boldness with which Jeremiah said “Yes, I did” demoralized David. It was like he was telling David that he didn’t regret what he did and was daring him to reprimand his actions. Knowing that he couldn’t lash out at Jeremiah for what he did, David had no choice but to gulp and accept what happened and move on— making him more mad because he hated being made to feel small and insignificant. “I’m sure you had your reasons but can you please tell me why you hurt my friends,” David asked, making sure to choose his words carefully so as not to sound like he was confronting Jeremiah. “Friends? I think you’re misunderstanding something, David.” Reginald said and David quickly looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. “Jeremiah didn’t hurt your friends but your friend. Only one person was hurt by his hands” Reginald clarified. David grimaced. He reflected on Reginald’s words and remembered that the king had said “friend” instead of “friends” when he revealed that the per
That’s right, he had completely forgotten about his punishment because of the night he had, but it’s a good thing Reginald was bringing it up now.What was his uncle going to say? Hopefully, something along the lines of, he had seen that David had learned his lesson and because of that he had decided to bring the punishment to an end. David thought and started smiling discreetly.“After the aftermath of the explosion at the welcome ceremony, I have decided that—“ Reginald said, but David cut him off.“Explosion at the welcome ceremony?! What explosion?” David asked and Reginald paused.“You haven’t heard about the explosion yet?” Reginald asked. “No, I haven’t. There was another explosion but at the welcome ceremony?” David replied.David had been so anxious to find out what Jeremiah knew about the gas processing plant explosion that he was tunnel-visioned from everything else. He had just gone to his room to freshen up, changed clothes, and then went to Reginald’s study for the mee
After looking at everyone in the Study and seeing how they were staring at him— especially Jeremiah’s whose stare was like a predator’s to a prey— David, who realized that he was in a hot mess, thought of how to get away from the situation.How could he spin the story and change the narrative in his favor? He wondered and his brain started working at a million miles an hour in search of the answer.Soon enough, a thought came to his mind and he decided to go with it.David started chuckling, making everyone wonder why he was doing that.What did he find so funny?“Uncle, what gave you the impression that I knew about the explosion before it happened?” David asked.Reginald, who thought about the question, grimaced and adjusted how he sat.“Well, if I remember correctly, you were rambling about how we should leave the area and were adamant about it for a good minute before the building exploded, so I thought that your behavior was because you beforehand that the building was going to e
Once inside the study, the first thing Jeremiah did was pause and groan when he saw David standing in front of the desk. Kingston, who was just as surprised as Jeremiah at the sight of David, jolted and asked “Sir David, you’re already here?”“Yes, he is. Truthfully, even I was surprised when he arrived before you two did, but for some reason, he seemed eager to have the meeting which I guess is a good thing because I have so much to ask him” Reginald said.David, who was trying his best to keep his cool and act normal, turned to Reginald and smiled. “I just wanted to tell Uncle what happened because I know how worried he was about my disappearance and maybe that will calm his mind a little,” David said.Reginald, who didn’t know the young man’s true motive and believed his words, smiled. He took David’s feigned concern for him as a sign of David changing and attributed it to the punishment he gave him working. Speaking of the punishment, what was going to happen now that the guard