Chapter 35: The Elimination List
"Listen to ," Draven whispered dangerously. "You better change the way you talk to . I will not tolerate your minglings any further."
Neville scoffed. His wounded pride flared into pure rage. The trauma of his recent defeat twisted his face into an ugly sneer.
"You think you can lecture ?" Neville spat. "You are just so rabble that can be found on the streets. You are nothing."
"Nothing, yeah? Sure, you can call that. It’s not like you can do anything to . Let tell you why I am here first though." said Draven, holding it in.
"Oh yeah! I can do a lot of things to you, slum boy. But let’s hear you out. This Hero shall amuse you." Neville said cockily as he started to pour water from the Jug.
"I am here to check up on you. Recently, there was a Fire-blast incident in the Bastion. You know about that, I saw you on the TV giving the interview. I was involved in that incident."
Neville’s smile vanished as he looked at Draven, but kept his mouth shut.
"I was there as a Prisoner of the Church of the Eternal Eclipse. They were about to experint so weird shit with , but then the blast happened and I was rescued." Draven continued.
Neville smirked and said, "You should be thankful to the Police, huh? Why are you telling this though?!"
Draven said with a heavy voice, leaking his Telekinetic Aura a little pressuring Neville, "During my ti as a prisoner, I heard the voice from the Darkness."
As soon as Neville heard that bit, the color faded from his face. But he listened.
"It asked beco it’s follower. It promised imnse power in exchange for my long devotion. But I did not accept that deal. It was too suspicious to be true." Draven said as he was looking out the window.
He turned and looked back at the paled face of Neville.
"Neville, I am warning you!", he said as he increased the pressure.
"The voice I heard was not sothing I should deal with. That’s what Guild Master Seraphina told . And I am telling you that I can feel the sa aura. That sa filthy stench from your body!"
He closed the distance between them and said, "Have you made so deal with that thing, Neville?"
Neville replied struggling to open his mouth, "No... I have not..."
Draven released the pressure and turned back, "Good! Do not deal with that thing again! Forget everything you know about it!"
As he started to leave, Neville finally opened his mouth again.
Not to thank him for warning him, but to retort back.
"But..but who are you to tell what to do, huh? As I said you are nothing but so rabble from the streets. But I am a Hero! I was chosen to be the Hero."
Hearing this Draven felt incredibly annoyed, but Neville was not done yet.
"You rejected the power because you couldn’t handle the power, but I am the Hero. The voice I heard was definitely the God granting his Blessings. His Power! I was worthy of his power."
He looked at Draven and then mocked him, "You on the other hand were weak. You just ca here to manipulate into thinking the Voice I heard was Blasphemous. You were trying to trick , Mordis! but my intelligent self cannot be tricked by the words of a re commoner. I am the epito of Intelligence!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Draven started laughing like a maniac.
"Epito of Intelligence he says! Oh my God! I cannot believe this. Why was even here wasting my ti on this foolish Bravado?! Here I am trying to save a man from the sinking ship and the man just refuses to believe it!"
Neville was utterly confused, "Why are you laughing like that, Mordis?"
Draven replies, "Oh Great Hero! Do not mind . How dare I possess enough wisdom to assess the level of your Intelligence? I am but a rabble on the streets. Please do not mind and continue with your day. I shall leave your foolish ass to die whenever you feel like it."
"Die?! Are you threatening to kill right now?! Do you have any idea what it ans to threaten ? A Noble inside these Bastion?" Neville threatened.
Draven had lost his shit. He was not having it at all.
’I was trying to be nice guy for once and this dude who has his brain in his butt says I am tricking him?! Seriously?! Oh I should not have co here at all. It’s like I am talking to wall. A bloody Wall would move out of the way if asked nicely but this man was beyond that. He is just beyond saving. Dude is just rage-baiting at this point!’
"Oh! I know what happens to people who threaten a Noble. Death! And that is what you deserve you fool! You don’t even want to understand what I am trying to tell you! You are just constantly being an annoying rat! I have hated you since the day I laid my eyes on you!" Draven retorted without holding back.
He did not stop, he continued.
"The thing that annoys the most is your hypocritical thinking. You talk about second chances for criminals or monsters, but those rules do not apply when soone crosses a line against you. You are the worst of the worst humans to ever exist."
Neville interrupted him, "Like you are a godly fellow yourself huh?! I know close to nothing about you, but you have hated since the first day I had t you. Why?! I could feel hate for no reason. Did I do sothing to you?"
He breathed a bit and started again.
"I rember I saw you score less than and I offered up a helping hand to help you out. But you not just flatly rejected , you just went on to humiliate in front of everyone. how do you think that felt huh?"
Draven interrupted him, "No, no, no. You never wanted to coach or anything, buddy. You just wanted to get close to Est in the na of teaching . And it was true you just couldn’t keep your horny ass out of my business, could you? When the bet was proposed, I saw how you looked at her. Those perverted eyes of yours ogling her body. Just thinking of it disgusts ."
Neville smirked and found a critical spot of Draven.
"Oh yeah! How could I forget that young lady?! But do not worry. I do not like used material. You must be having your ti with her, huh? Was she delicious? Huh? Tell , Co on. Tell ."
That was it. He had crossed the line. There was no coming back from it.
Draven’s eyes were dead.
DEAD!
He looked at Neville like he was looking at the bodies of the terrorists he used to kill in the Deserts in his past life.
"Stop talking unless you want that mouth to be separated from your body!" said Draven.
And he did not just say it. It was a statent. A Warning! A testant!
The talk he was hear for was of the table! He was not interested in it anymore. All he wanted was to pull his jaw out of his mouth so he could never talk.
"OH! What will you do, Mordis? Will you kill ? Co on, then. Co on. Or do you want help from your girl again?!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Three Back to back slaps.
"Keep talking!" Draven dared him.
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