Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 251: Scene CCLI

Both remained silent as the village’s head gave the opportunity to the conflicted Archduke to tell without concern what had traversed between the wedded and Aslak’s hands that grasped his knees while sitting before the warlock clenched, lowering his head finding no will to oppose Nolsvun’s sayings.

“I regret the very beginning.”

“...”

“These roots, wild and treacherous as they are, blinded me as I bought her... Trur... Ya know well the path those born as the Myrkzver head have to follow.”

“? What does the tradition have to do with the harm dealt to the Female?”

“... I didn’t want to die. Trur.”

“...”

“Her womb. From even before she was sent to Sortnafeigr. I ordered for it to be withered.”

“...... You withered...”

“She learned about it and attempted death herself-?!” — As he told more to the warlock, the hand that had decided to support itself on top of an empty jack could not continue to tremble as he listened to the man confess. Throwing it to Aslak’s face in an attempt to keep his rage barely controlled from strangling the man.

“Cursed coward, that you are! Waste of the earth and sky!”

“...”

“You didn’t want to die? The Framikanna and our rise from the earth is for death to take us back into the ground as dirt itself! We owe the earth to leave a sense of our spirit with the children that come from our seeds... You denied it from the woman your lung’s rooted to no less... and yet she attempted death itself when your head should have been the one cut and burned!” — Fumming, the warlock growled with a low tone, fighting the disgust at who shouldn’t fear death given his ways. — “The hunt’s what you live for and you dare tell that you don’t want to die?! That you fear dying?!!... Say tha cursed truth, Aslak!”

“... Dying like that’s what I didn’t want.” — Becoming more honest, Aslak confessed, tranquil as if no jack had been thrown at him. — “I lost care about it the more she rooted within me. I’ll gladly die if it’ll bring her smile back.” — The man proceeded to convey, lifting his amber solely so they could glint as he showcased unwavering determination to the warlock before him. — “I killed and cursed to endless suffering those that harmed her and I’ll do so too with anyone else who dares even if I become dirt itself.”

“And yet, you are who harmed her spirit the most.”

“... I know... my core hurts from awareness...”

“... Nonetheless to the misfortune you sowed from selfish ignorance... I can at least tell you’ve grown Aslak. You care for another before yourself now... Once you did in honour to tha hunt, caring for fellow hunters, but was it for veneer men or unknown ones, never you would feel concerned... ‘suppose that’s what brought ya to this.”

“... Ewelina is my air... When she suffered... the pain was felt continuously deep... here. Right at my core’s depths... The more I’m away the more it hurts... You said I would regret not listening to your warning... yet it’s the past before her that I regret and at the harm it dealt... my soul mourns to it every time my sight darkens and the sky dismisses the sun as if not there... My soul cries at how I yearn for her warmth, instead of enjoying any hunt my eye could catch.”

“... Then, this journey is good for this fate you are facing.”

“That at least it is.”

“The earth may not want to aid you as you don’t believe it’s powerful being, however. You want to attempt this even while not faithful... It’s unreasonable, even for yourself.” — With a sneer of mocking essence, the warlock attempted to provoke the troubled, only finding determination in his dangerous amber.

“I’ll believe whatever on earth if I’m able to return to my Fatædi and bring relief to her suffering.” — His eye fell on his hand, clenching its force with no doubts. — “Never again... will blood fall from her limbs nor tears leave her brown out of sorrow. If it does... the very core of the earth I will destroy, Trur.”

It was an unthought threat to tell a warlock close with that he menaced. However, instead of wrath, Aslak received an entertained scoff from an impressed head. Who admired the vigorous light that emanated from the previously depressed essence of the man, sighing and ending the matter at hand for the travels ought to begin so a return would one day be allowed.

“Ya know... tha weak one left for he doesn’t want what you had to do... He denies the earth for that... You’ve always been denying it yet will agree to it for the partner your soul yearns for... Even my throw you accepted without fighting me. Cursed be the legends to make men change this vastly.”

“... I held back the urge since I think’s deserved for once... Do it again and I won’t hesitate effing ole. I’m not Uth.”

“Haaa... I would like to begin a brawl yet now’s not wise for that. We better go and talk more about these plans you have with the core later while on its track. The sooner we start to crawl into the depths the better.”

“Ou... this appears like it will take many of our days and nights.”

“Any beast we shall find we should feed on its flesh. We don’t know how deep we should go.”

“That you also ignore? Tha earth must have started to learn you are useless.”

“Tsk!... Shut tha muzzle, cursed waste.”

Although the low mood in the Archduke was to remain, the two Heads that were to lead the savages sowed in a treacherous ground stood and left to join those of the Kleifar village, punching each other reticent to allow softness between them, growling while the warlock smirked at an Archduke’s rebellion.

Approaching the rest, the savages stood ready to depart, for finally, the discussion of their leaders was over... and the journey would commence. One that would take their heads easily the more their steps took them deeper and closer to their destination.