Chapter 448 - 448

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jfI-z__GY0  - music

Theseus had given out an order and everyone around him, his group of trustworthy people had made sure that it had been executed perfectly. He had carefully explained to Ea that he wanted the staff separated into two groups. One that would come into the throne room where he was, the high ranked ones, generals, doctors, soldiers and more while the second group would be taken care of by Ares in the ballroom. 

He took a deep breath, standing behind the closed doors of the throne room and fixed his shirt. His clothes felt uncomfortable, he hadn't worn his uniform in years. He used to be a high general after all, during the war and before that. It consisted of a pair of black pants and high leather black boots. Each one of them weighed almost like a ton, he thought looking down. He wore a silk black shirt with silver buttons and a long black jacket which had his epaulet on each shoulder. His hair had been pushed back strictly while on his leather belt a sword was hanging. 

He pushed the doors open and walked in, any kind of sound instantly stopping. Only his footsteps on the tiled floor could be heard, echoing sharply everywhere. He looked around him, noticing the men dressed with their military uniforms, standing at the front, doctors with their lab coats and women in their own outfits, cooks and many more. Theseus didn't say anything as he got up the stairs that led to the throne. He sat down crossing his legs and tilting his head to the side he smiled. Everyone was tense in the room, everyone knew it wasn't genuine, a storm was about to come. 

"Welcome. I am glad to be able to have you here, kind of." he said. "You might be wondering why so suddenly I have gathered you here and where is our nice and kind king Allias. Well I am here to ask all of your questions and I hope that you will be able to answer mine." he said, his voice sweet like poisoned honey. 

The door of the throne room opened, drawing the staff's attention and Asmodeus walked in, not saying anything and followed by many pairs of eyes he walked to the back, standing at a corner, looking at the crowd from the back. 

"So, who will be willing to talk with me?" he asked and his eyes scanned everyone in the room. No one stepped forth as he expected and he scoffed. "I will choose then." he said and his finger randomly pointed at one of the men in the front row. Theseus remembered his face. He was Ea's errand boy of some sort, he had carried many valuable information and he was also on their red list. The general had spent last night examining the documents Ea and Ares had prepared for him, memorizing all of their faces and why they were threats. The soldier stepped forward. He had curly blond hair and brown eyes, a young looking face, he was probably not older than a hundred years old. "Okay, so let the fun begin!" he exclaimed, his eyes showing a glint of madness. "Which one of you bastards betrayed the king?" he asked blatably, his expression turning lethal and a few gasps were heard from the crowd.

"Sir" the young soldier said. He looked hesitant, thinking of what he should say. Theseus was obviously not in the mood to listen to stupid fairytales. "We work for the crown, it is insulting to say we would ever betray our king." he finally said and Theseus started laughing. 

"You would make a good jester." he told the soldier. "But you see, I am at my limit here. I am not as kind as Allias and I definitely do not give a shit about your lives, if I don't find the people responsible, the traitors because I am sure you know what you did, I will make sure none of you gets out of here alive." he warned them. The soldier gulped, sweat appearing on his forehead and he stepped back, scared, blending in with the crowd. "No one? Oh my, you are all so faithful." he said, jokingly. 

Theseus stopped talking for a few seconds causing the tension to rise. The staff was looking at each other, waiting and hoping that they would not die by the hand of the general. From behind the mighty throne shadows began crawling, filling the room, circling their legs and a man screamed, terrified. After a while the floor could not be clearly seen. 

"One word, all I need is not even a word, just a thought and you will all be dead, so start talking!" he screamed at them and hit his right leg on the ground, making it shake. It was a little trick he had stolen from Allias. 

"He did it!" Someone shouted from the crowd. 

"No she did it!" Another screamed and then every elf was blaming the one next to them. Chaos soon started to spread and Theseus observed. So these were the people that he had let into Allias' palace over the years. Cowards, liars and traitors, ready to blame the person next to them to be able to save themselves. The general sighed and averted his gaze from the crowd, his lilac eyes traveling outside the huge windows. 

For a second he didn't notice, there was nothing wrong with the picture, just for an instant it almost seemed natural until he realized it. 

It was snowing. Theseus' eyes widened as a sudden cold began to spread everywhere. He clenched the armchair of the throne, breaking the sensitive material and his eyes returned to the crowd. His expression deformed, showing hate and madness. 

The shadows that were on the floor rose like spikes piercing everyone around. Screams echoed in the room, pleads for help and half dead elves landed on the ground, painting the floor red with their blood. 

"That was not the plan." Asmodeus said, not particularly bothered but more like making an observation. 

"It's snowing." Theseus said between gritted teeth. 

"So?" 

"It's supposed to be spring!" Theseus shouted as he stood up. 

It was snowing, in spring. 

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do not worry.....much.