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Hawkins was tossed to
the side and hit his head on the white slab. He pushed himself up and rubbed
the sore area on his left shoulder when it hit the white slab. He looked up to
one that addressed him as brother.
“Frate, I am in control
of the battle.” Hawkins addressed the one standing before him. The figure was dressed
in a loose white tunic and pants tucked into the knee high boots with the short
vest that was decorated with motifs. On the head was the hat that resembled the
cocoon hat without the tail end.
“Nu,” The figure
replied in Romanian. “You have encountered resistances which are beyond
control. You lost your enemies when you are in control. That is a sign of
weakness.”
“Vlad, let me…” Hawkins
pleaded with the one who spoke in Romanian.
“Would the Ottoman
warriors allowed such mistakes? I loathe mistakes and those who did it are
impaled on the poles. It placed Ottoman fear in them.” The figure leaned over.
“Vlad, we cannot make mistakes. I learned that the hard way.”
“Frate, we will pursue
them now. I can get Samael to assist.” Hawkins pleaded to his half-brother.
“That demon can help.”
“That demon had escaped
my clutches during the retreat.” The figure laid a slap across Hawkins. “Your
mercenaries ran like the curs with the tails between their legs.”
“They were
withdrawing…” Hawkins made his defense. “The Legionnaires fought hard.”
“They lost and to me
it’s a defeat.” The figure stated the facts. “Let me introduce you to one that
I recently discovered. You may have known him as Mr. Smith. His real identity
enforced his role as the detective.”
Mr. Smith stepped into
the tent. He approached the hooded figure and did a bow.
“Mr. Smith may be known
to you as the Pinkerton Agent.” The hooded figure further introduced Mr. Smith.
“Mr. Smith have other exceptional skills. He is also a tracker which was part
of his skills.”
“However he came with
that skill as he has a different identity. His real self is one of the Hell
Hounds. You do know of the Hell Hounds. They are nasty creatures. Show him Mr.
Smith your true self.”
Mr. Smith evolved in
front of the brothers into a huge hound with three heads and their eyes were
deep, bright with a glowing aura. The fangs on the jaws were sharp teeth and
coupled with super strength. The hound then stood high at four feet tall to a
length of six feet.
“How…..Where….” Hawkins
asked his ‘frate’.
“Mr. Smith was the
servant of Aamon before he was turned out. Aamon left the pet to his own
tidings. Do you know what happened to dis-owned hounds? They are ostracized by
the other hounds. He left Hades to do whatever he excelled in. He sought
vengeance by hunting the demons.” Vald the Impeller explained.
“This hound will assist
us to defeat Aamon and Samael. Once we destroyed them, we will be victors in
our war but we have a bigger task to do. We need to hurry for the Gates of Hell
will open soon. The Master awaits our presence. Hopefully he can help us raise
the second army which are more reliable and braver than those mercenaries.”
“Gather the others. We
will ride there.” Vlad the Impaler shaded his hands over his eyes and looked at
the sun on the horizon. Soon it will be time for reckoning and vengeance.
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