EPISODE THIRTY EIGHT.
TITLE: A STRANGE LETTER WITH NO SOURCE.
After Azazel put Onida to sleep, He dressed the wound from the knife cut and checked through the scrolls Adriel delivered to him.
A weird letter was included. It wasn’t kind of weird but Azazel had a bad feeling about it. It was sent the day before yesterday but he didn’t check it.
The letter was badly written, As if it was a toddler that wrote it, He couldn’t get the concept of the letter.
“How did I miss this?”He asked no one in particular and folded the letter back to its original shape.
He kept it in a visible place where he could easily see it so he could remind Adriel of it the next morning.
After he finished reading, He walked back to the bed and joined Onida on the bed.
His mind drifted to what he told her earlier, About how she can’t bear his baby even if she tried to.
He knew the words got her confused but he couldn’t explain further.
Somehow, Her miscarriage pained him so much.
He should have realized there’s something on her the moment he started getting cozy around her.
The normal Azazel would not let his sex slave kiss him without permission.
He took a deep breath and turned to the other side.
Onida curled more in her sleep and hummed some Inaudible words, He turned back and tucked the strands of hair disturbing her sleep behind her ears.
She moved closer to him unconsciously and he took a deep breath before he welcomed her.
“Just for tonight”He mumbled before wrapping his hands around her bare back and petting her to sleep.
•
Azazel barely slept last night. The letter troubled him so much and gave him chills. He wished the day would break quickly so he could ask Adriel how he got the letter.
The night was a long one but at last, The day broke and the sun was finally rising.
Onida woke up as the sun streamed through the windows. She sat up on the bed and checked her private part.
Surprisingly, she no longer bleeds again.
“You think I would take advantage of you?”Azazel’s voice jolted her and she gasped in fear.
She looked around and found him holding a letter.
“Greetings Master.”She greeted and stepped down the bed.
Onida put on her clothes and made to leave but Azazel grabbed her hand.
“What you did last night..”He started and paused for a while before talking again.
“You must not try it again”He warned in a stern voice and she nodded repeatedly in response.
“Do you still feel pain?”He asked and Onida pressed her lips nervously before talking.
“Not at all, Master, I feel better now”She mumbled before walking out of the room.
Onida smiled softly as she strode slowly out of his chambers.
She was glad she did that last night. If not, Azazel would continue torturing himself without opening up to anyone.
Onida almost bumped into Adriel who was carrying scrolls.
His hands were full of letters, Onida tried helping him but he shook his head.
“How’s he now?”He asked without responding to her greetings and apologies and she nodded.
“He’s finally better, Thank you.”She bowed in a small smile and Adriel only nodded.
“Don’t get too attached, It’s dangerous, Trust me, You can still do all what you want with another man once you gain your freedom but don’t expect anything from this, That’s all I can say”He admonished in a hard tone and Onida nodded slowly before walking away.
She takes a deep breath as she’s finally away from him.
•
Adriel entered Azazel after kicking the door open with his legs and Azazel glared at him in return.
He hates it when he kicks his door like that.
“My hands are full”He mouthed trying to justify himself and he only sucked his teeth, telling him to shut up.
He dropped the scrolls and sorted them out for him to start reading.
“Who delivered this letter?”He raised it up to him and Adriel collected it, He checked the contents and shrugged.
“I asked the guard who was on duty and said a young girl who was barely five was the one that delivered it to him, She cried that her brother is in danger and needs help, It should be one of the prank letters, We’ve seen too many of this”
He said in a nonchalant tone and made to discard it but Azazel stopped him.
“I feel like there’s more to this letter, It doesn’t look like a prank letter, It was written with blood and few pints of ink, Why would someone use his blood to Write a prank letter?, That’s outrageous”He countered his point and Adriel sighed.
“It’s nothing serious, I will ask if there’s any follow up letter, Then, We can take action”He suggested and Azazel shook his head again.
“Prepare my horse, Including yours, I’m finding the source of this letter”He said in a final tone and Adriel turned to him in surprise.
“Master?, I mean.. Why?, You don’t have to worry about it”He said immediately.
“I need to know who sent this letter, Then, I can take actions”
“But how? How will we trace it?”He asked in confusion and Azazel grabbed the letter from him.
“The blood, I will trace it with this.”
•
After walking around the town, Azazel could barely get to the area where he smelt the blood.
Adriel was getting confused at this point. It’s afternoon already and all they have been doing since is rummaging through the town searching for the sender.
He couldn’t help but get curious about this.
“Why are we not getting the source?”
“The blood is faint already and the smell is no longer fresh as it was newly written, It was either someone who knew of my powers was the one that sent this to me or, Something must be going on with the owner of this blood, It’s confusing”He muttered getting discouraged already and an idea struck at Adriel.
“How about we wet the letter with blood?, A new scent might come out”He suggested and Azazel’s jaw twitched a little bit.
He sourced for water and poured it in the letter.
The water spread quickly and a smoke-like substance brewed from the letter.
Azazel knew immediately that this isn’t ordinary.
He raised it up a little bit and closed his eyes, focusing solely on the letter alone and after some moments, He raised it down with a mixed expression on his face.
“What’s that?”Adriel asked and he turned to him.
“I got the direction, But it’s weird”He muttered slowly and Adriel grabbed the letter as if he could see it.
“Where is the direction?”
“From my father’s burnt house, The owner of this blood is there presently.”