Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 31: Letter

Chapter 31: Letter
LIAM
Gods know what has crackled in Kian’d brain once again that he threw me out like that. He even opened the handcuff.
I somehow can decipher what might have happened. Kian’s father, Victor Eryx, is a sociopath. This is not my words. These are the words of his victims. He was a ruthless ruler unlike his son and his sister. I can count the times he did anything social with the fingers of my one hand.
There is a saying that he became like this after his wife, Kian’s mother, died. There are also rumors about him loving his wife so much that it made him a sociopath.
But I know all of this is bullshit.
No one can change a person. Not even love. Because love isn’t what changes people. What changes people is the priority they have after falling in love. The death of someone loved may come with a huge blow to the heart, but it can’t change a man completely. At least, it can’t turn you into a sociopath if you didn’t have any tendencies of it beforehand.
This is just an excuse the public used to soothe their bleeding hearts because their ruler was killing them slowly.
Victor was a true dictator. He dictated to anyone and anything that came his way to achieve greater goals. This is how he is described in the history of the continent. And I am pretty sure that nothing has changed aside from the fact that he has been dethroned.
I am still a little surprised that Victor actually stepped down to let his son ascend the throne. To achieve the ultimate power of the Kingdom. To be the imperial commander.
I smell something fishy. But I won’t push the matter. Because it has nothing to do with me even if it has managed to equip my interest.
I enter my room. It is cold. Unlike the arms, I was in a few moments ago. I lock the door behind me and pull the letters out. I have wasted enough time, and I can’t afford to waste anymore. I open the first letter. It’s written on a normal yellow parchment and smells like wood. The dark, bold strokes occupy the paper in a very familiar pattern.
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Jeak,
I am assuming that this letter has found you well. I will straight cut it to the point. The cult has made its first move. The ritual has been performed. The blood has been drawn. He is alive again. He is thirsty. He is looking for a vassal. He needs blood. You are required to collect the sacrifice within three weeks.
Saint Christopher
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The letter has me frowning so deeply that my temple hurts. I grabbed all these letters because the handwriting is as same as Oliver’s handwriting. Who the fuck is Jeak? And Saint Christopher? Who the hell has that kind of name? And a bloody cult?!
There are a total of four letters and every one of them revolves around the same thing. Cult, blood, and sacrifice. This Saint guy telling Jeak to find blood and sacrifice. It sounds as shady as fuck, but then again, nothing about cults is not shady.
But the question is, who is Jeak and this Saint guy whose handwriting is like Oliver’s? And what is with this cult? Oliver never mentioned anything about a cult. He just said that Andreas knew who he was.
My brain is in a spiral. I can’t figure out anything at all.
Suddenly, the hair of the nape rises at its end, ice slides down my spine, and I shudder. The temperature is dropping. My head snaps around the room. The curtains of the room are drawn so the sunlight is pretty much blocked, creating onymous shadows across the room. Now that I notice it, it’s quite eerie.
"You are here." I acknowledge Crystal, standing in one of the dark corners of my room.
She nods.
"You are late." I look at her; she looks so much calmer right now. No trace of her vengeance or evil energy.
"You were with the commander. I couldn’t come." She replies, her voice quiet and calm.
"So what do you know about Oliver?" I cut straight to the point. I don’t have time to exchange greetings.
"He was an acquaintance of Andreas." She replies, "He is the second prince of Solaryn. That’s all."
"How they met, and how do they know each other?" I press, raising an eyebrow.
She shakes her head, "He shut off after telling me that. He wouldn’t speak after that no matter how much I tried."
I stare at Crystal briefly before tearing my gaze away. "Say, do you know someone named Jeak?" I am beating around the bush but Crystal was influential before she died, so maybe she knows.
"It’s Andreas." My head snaps to her, eyes wide.
"It’s who?" I blurt out.
"Andreas went by the name ’Andreas’ because it’s his official name. ’Jeak’ was his birth name. Not many people knew about it."
And everything starts to fall into place. I have a feeling that this will get nasty, and I am going to hate it, but I still need to move forward. At this moment, the things I want, an involvement with a cult, are none of them.
Jeak is Andreas. And this Saint Christopher is most seemly Oliver—by his handwriting. But the most important is how Oliver got himself involved with a bloody cult. I never knew that my older brother had an interest in such shady things. Then again, I didn’t know my brother at all in the first place.
But I just can’t jump to any conclusion. I need to confirm it with Vivana. She is the one person in the royal family who is connected to everyone. She knows almost everything about everyone.
I cross the room, pull out a chair from the desk, and take a seat. I draw a parchment toward me and start to write.
"Lain," Crystal speaks quietly. "Make me your familiar."
I pause and look up at her, "What?"
"Make me your familiar."