The Devil's Temptation!

211 Conjuring Black Magic

Viscarrian...

Three insane looking men were presented before Roshan in the council chamber by his guards, disrupting the meeting they were having, and these men were forced to go on their knees, bowing their heads in front of Roshan and the higher Demons who were present in the council chamber.

The three men were dressed in rags and they were trembling nervously after being brought in the presence of His Highness and the most powerful demons with the highest ranks, known as the higher Demons. They were currently sweating and shaking like someone who had been drugged.

Roshan continuously glanced through a paper that was handed to him earlier by the demon council. His expression was stoic and unreadable as his eyes scanned through every word written on the file. He then dropped it on the table before him, creating a bang sound that got everyone’s attention, and all gazes shifted to him.

His presence made everyone remain composed as to the main reason why they were all here. Roshan made it obvious that he wasn’t here for games, neither is he here for those unnecessary chit-chat he normally wastes his time having with them.

“Why did you bring them here?” He asked, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table and barely turning his head to look at Enzo who was leading the guards that brought the three ragged men before his presence.

Silence reigned in the council chamber, except for the rhythmical tapping of Roshan’s finger’s that intimidated everyone, leaving them staring like a rabbit in a wolf’s den, and Enzo boldly took a step forward, politely keeping his head in a low bow.

“Your highness, these men are involved in human slave trading,” he reported, “we visited one of the capital city and did thorough investigation like you asked. We got vital informations about the slave trade happening, to put it simply your highness, they’ve been conjuring the deepest black arts of magic and this three peasants are the leaders of the slave trade.”

Roshan finally turned his attention to the three men who were trembling like jelly’s. The higher Demons present also turned their attention to the three men who kept their heads lowered. With his brows arched, Roshan proceeded to ask.

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“Why are they dressed in rags?”

“This is just a disguise, your highness,” Enzo informed, already feeling disgusted himself, “they wander in the streets like beggars and use the slightest opportunity they get to kidnap human children, using their blood to complete the sacrifice of possessing strange dark powers, your highness.”

“And why are they still alive?” Getting to his feet after receiving such abominable information, Roshan’s sword magically appeared in his grasp. He strode to one of the peasants brought before him and before anyone could sense what he planned on doing....

SLASH!!!

“Ahh!! Your highness!!” The man’s cry of agony resounded in the council chamber when Roshan expertly slashed his arm, drawing out blood, and it left several gasps flying from all directions.

The man clutched his wounded arm tightly as his blood flowed down to his arm, and Roshan’s eyes narrowed observingly.

Roshan’s main reason for hurting him wasn’t to directly cause him pain, he wanted to see the color of the man’s blood in order to confirm if truly they were into black magic, and to his darkened gaze, black blood oozed from the man’s arm, clearing Roshan’s doubt.

“I see...” came Roshan’s calm response, and he looked at Enzo whose head was still dipped in a bow.

“Shall we end them, your highness.”

“Not yet.” He turned around, heading back to his seat, “if they’re into slave trading and all that, make them speak up about who their buyers are, and their rivalries, to be clear, every market has a competition don’t they?”

“Your highness!! Please spare us.” The second man amongst them pleaded for mercy, “we only wanted to have the powers that’ll help us in protecting our children, please your highness!”

“And I’m assisting you, by helping your children get rid of you.” He deadpanned, he couldn’t believe they had the audacity to utter children when they dared to take the lives of other people’s children. There are many ways to make them suffer if he wanted but wiping out every demon who conjured excessive black magic was his first priority, so as to avoid tainting the innocent ones of Viscarrian.

“Get them out of my sight.” Roshan ordered, “and I want answers before tonight. If they still don’t speak after torturing them, don’t hesitate to inform me about it.”

“Yes, your highness!”

With that, they dragged the three men up to their feet and out of the council chamber. Roshan turned a deaf ear to their pleading voices and returned his attention to the demon councils who remained seated in silence.

The atmosphere had tensed greatly, and most of them were even scared to breathe due to Roshan’s imposing aura and unshakeable atmosphere. Yes they all agreed that he should take the lead and become the heir to the Viscarrian throne, but no one expected him to possess the same deadly aura as his father.

The only difference was that Roshan handled it differently than his father did. He even changed most of the rules his father had implemented and no one could oppose since he came with obvious persuasive facts, and they could only grit their teeths and swallow their objection.

“Where were we?” Roshan’s brows creased into concentration, trying to recall their earlier conversation before he was interrupted. He snapped his finger when he finally remembered, and the air went still when an unfamiliar glint flashed in his eyes.

“That’s right, I was asking about the whereabouts of Luderick and if anyone has succeeded in locating his hideout.” Leaning forward, he placed both arms on the table, interlacing his fingers together and focusing his gaze on them.

“Answer me this, why haven’t I gotten any positive responses yet?”

It was obvious that Luderick was hiding himself from him, but that didn’t lessen his fear because he was sure Luderick will definitely come for Anna if he ever finds out that she’s alive, and his major fear was letting Anna fall into the hands of his evil uncle again.

Where could he possibly be hiding??