Chapter Drachen
Drachen
You will give rise to triumph.
It was the mantra that carried Drachen through his life. But seeing Leseldh Idthraki flaunting his so-called Resonant around the Theatre Enthique felt anything but triumphant.
Drachen stood on the doorstep of his Broodling’s apartment in Diarom and thumped on the door aggressively.
There was no response, and with every moment he was ignored, his frustration rose.
He huffed loudly and banged on the door a second time.
He knew Killian was home—he’d followed his angry black muscle car here.
“If you don’t answer this door, Killian, all you’ll know is damnation.”
Another long moment passed before the door opened a crack.
“If damnation is what you’re offering, I’ll gladly take the vacation,” Killian growled, as his lips kicked up in a smirk. “What do you want?”
Drachen wasn’t surprised by Killian’s insolence, but tonight it only worsened his mood. He shoved the door open, but Killian managed to side-step before the door could collide with his face. What a shame.
“You have a job to do,” Drachen snarled as he strode inside. Killian was alone, and there was no sign of what kept him from answering the door.
Drachen hated this apartment. Floor-to-ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of Diarom, and because it was an open plan design, the view assaulted his eyes with every glance, regardless of where he stood.
Valienne, the town he originated from in another lifetime, could also be seen from here.
That only pissed him off even more. In Drachen’s mind, Diarom was a cesspool, Valienne was even worse, and he didn’t need the visual reminder.
Drachen crossed the apartment and turned his back to the view to minimise the eyesore.
“And what job is that?” Killian crossed his arms as his blood-red eyes bored into Drachen’s paler ones.
“There’s a new Idthraki that needs to meet her Ending.”
“Is that so?”
“Leseldh was parading his new Fledgling, Ivy, around the Theatre Enthique last night. He was calling her his Resonant.” He spat the final word like it had a foul taste.
The way Leseldh strode through the Enthique with that Fledgling on his arm made Drachen sick.
He didn’t realise Leseldh was such an exhibitionist, but in showing off his new Resonant, he’d revealed his greatest weakness.
A weakness Drachen was determined to exploit.
Luckily for him, he had the perfect weapon.
He’d spent the last 125 years honing this blade to a razor-sharp point, and he had enough leverage on Killian to wield him like a weapon whenever he needed.
“Skipping the jugular and going straight for the balls, I see.” His smirk reappeared as he ran a hand through his black hair. The longer locks fell in a messy tumble around his ears, but a few stray strands fell back into his face.
“The bastard has it coming. I want her eliminated as soon as possible.”
“How long ago was she Created?” Seriousness flooded Killian’s tone, and Drachen’s lips kicked up in a satisfied grin. At least he takes his job seriously.
“She wasn’t with him when he was last at the Enthique a month ago, so I would say it was recent.” Drachen’s stomach clenched as he realised how little information he currently held.
“Consider it done.” Black swirling mists dominated the red in Killian’s eyes, and Drachen knew he relished the challenge.
“Good. Now, go and pack a bag.” Drachen watched as Killian’s expression faltered, and his grin turned malicious as he added, “You’re to return to Clerlet until it is done.”