XXIV - A Broken Trust - Part II

                                    

                                          
Vadiraj
                          
October 9, in the year of 8845, Reminis Calendar (RC) 
                          
That’s my lovely bride. Vadiraj's voice rang again in Elli's mind.
                          
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Twice, she nearly tripped over her heels, losing balance due to her rage. Angrily, she kicked the shoes away and ran, lifting her gown along the way. She ran till the end unit which was the guest room for her, pushed the door open, and rushed to her bed, didn’t bother to light the candles. She groped for her sword, pulled it out of its scabbard, and pointed it to the empty air.
                          
“Come out! Why do you keep talking through my mind? Come out and let me finish you off.”
                          
You need to sleep then.
                          
A click rang from her mind, like the snapping of fingers, and Elli found her eye lids falling. She wasn’t aware she was dreaming, not until she found herself walking down a familiar dinky aisle of the… Underworld. She called out to herself to stop her body from moving, but it kept ghosting down the aisle. Her body kept moving and stopped in front of the door which opened by itself. Her body walked into it.
                          
She was in Vadiraj’s bedroom, and he was submerging in a sapphire pool, bathing. Vadiraj smiled and stood up. Elli saw his naked chest and looked away. Her eyes, however, found their way back to his barren chest. It meant it had no protection. She rounded her fist and realised she was still holding her sword. She scouted forward and pointed it to Vadiraj, when a black shadow whammed at her.
                          
The figure stretched out its paw and brushed the sword away. The force sent Elli falling onto her back. When her shock dwindled away, she saw Netto the three-eyed hellhound chewing the pommel of her sword. She yelled, rounded the bed, and hid behind a bed post. Without her sword, she was nothing. She studied the room. The only thing that separated her between Vadiraj and Netto was the bed.
                          
“Netto, don’t be rude to our guest. Don’t you miss Elli? Give her back her sword.”
                          
Netto whined and spat the sword back to Elli. It then rested its head on its paws, looking glum. Elli picked up her sword and directed it again at Vadiraj. He didn’t move an inch. Not a tinge of fear on his face. Leering at Elli’s dumbfounded expression, he dried himself and put on a pair of pants. He then wore a loose white long-sleeved shirt. He buttoned it up leisurely but left the top four buttons open.
                          
“Go ahead and stab it through my heart, if that’ll make you happy.”
                          
Elli frowned, pondered, before lowering her sword. “This is your dream. You’re controlling it.”
                          
“Smart girl, but you’re only partially right. This is our dream.”
                          
“Bull shit! I’ll never, ever want to dream about you.”
                          
Vadiraj cocked his head. He needed time to adapt to Elli’s weird way of delivering her feeling. Stepping a step forward, he said, “Elli, we weave this dream together. You’re here because you call for me, because you wanted to see me so much. This isn't the first time. I know you still remember.”
                          
“I wanted to see you because I want to kill you.”
                          
“Why do you hate me so much? Why can’t you accept me?”
                          
“You killed my father. You killed Gwendary. You torture Benedict’s wife and his son. Need I say more?” Tears of fury streaked down Elli’s eyes.
                          
“I-I’m just doing my part as a leader of my brethren, to-to make them proud of me.” How could he be tongue-tied? He had never been tongue tied. He was tired of arguing with her over the same topic.