To His Hell and Back-Chapter 257: Let’s Have Fun-II

"B- Brother..." Hans’ words hung in horror as he fell to his knees, shocked to what his brother had done and what monster he had turned into.

He turned behind him, seeing his brother, Cain whose face was marred in darkness. His hands were raised along with the large cleaver which he struck down to Hans’ neck.

Cassius snapped open his eyes and returned to the current time after the final scene. He gripped his hands tight around his hips and sighed as how the humans and vampires of this world was the one who had always put each other as enemies when their true enemies were their own kind.

Lastor who had got back from seeing the past seemed worried as he stared at Cassius’s face.

"He... was a kind man wasn’t he..." Lastor drawled and when Cassius eyed him, he cowered a little and continued, "He seems to know that his brother still hated the vampire but for the sake of his family bond... he came didn’t he?"

Cassius was quiet in response. He ruffled his hair and turned to Lastor, "I need to find his body. That memory ended with his death."

"Well, we were looking at Hans’s own memories so we couldn’t have known what had happened after he died."

"Then find him," Cassius demanded with his eyebrows furrowed and Lastor immediately saluted.

"Yes sire!" but then Lastor paused. His face grew pale, so pale as if someone had sucked all his blood from his body. "Oh no..." he muttered as he stared at the door, "Your Highness... we are surrounded!"

Before Lastor reached to his last word the door to the house was broken in and someone had stepped inside. The person who had walked was a cloaked man who then pulled down his hood with a wide smile on his face.

Cassius stared at the face and narrowed before turning back to Lastor. Then back at the man who had just came, "Seems like you have a brother."

Lastor who had peeked was horrified as he shook his head and denied fervently, "No. That’s not my sibling!"

"Well we look exactly alike, we shan’t blame the vampire for thinking that we look the same, Lastor," answered the cloaked man as he laughed as though he was delighted by the remark.

"I refuse to be likened to you, Alessio!" Lastor yelled bravely but his body was completely hidden behind Cassius, the perfect person who he knew would be stronger than anyone else in the room and could take care of Alessio.

Lastor then whispered behind Cassius, "Alessio looks like me because his face was burnt by a fire the moment he was born. I helped in making a way for him to have his own face but who would know that Lord Morpheus beat me up into it and used my own face to give him a face... I thought he would give the face of a dead person but instead Alessio now looks like me."

"Oh spare me the details," Cassius rubbed the frown on his forehead as Lastor filled him with informations he didn’t need.

"Oh! Then the detail you need is that Alessio comes from the hunt team," Lastor continued his words. "He is magnificent in killing."

"Like the others," Cassius rolled his eyes.

"No... even worse," answered Lastor. "Alessio was made to become a blade of the castle. His work is to make sure every single soul who go against Morpheus’s words to die a horrible death. But that’s not all. The reason why everyone is fearful of Alessio lies in how he used to fight against a demon.. just like you, Your Highness."

"Well did he win?" Cassius retorted with ease, unfazed.

"Huh?" Lastor asked in confusion, "Pardon me?"

"Did he win?" Cassius asked again, "Against that demon, did he win?"

"AH?" Lastor briefly paused as if to think then he tilted his head to the side, "You’re right, Your Highness. No one knew whether he killed the demon or not!"

"There you go," Cassius shrugged before turning to look at Alessio who was all with grin.

"It’s a funny coincidence, really," Alessio said as he dragged his finger across the wooden walls. "Lord Morpheus called me to take care of a deserter and as well as a pureblood vampire who seems to have the power he shouldn’t have. He said that the princess might or might not be with that said vampire hm, it seems she didn’t come. A shame," he sang, "I wanted so much to see the princess who they say could reshape the world."

Cassius frowned.

"You seem to believe that you could kill me," Cassius answered him and Alessio looked around as if he was admiring the wooden house.

"You’re mistaken about that," Alessio answered, "I believe that I could kill you and that’s a fact that is about to take place."

"You know that it would be embarrassing for you to speak so proudly and fail later?" Cassius smiled back at him, as if this was a battle of wit and Lastor knew he was the first to lose as he was feeling weak at the knees.

Alessio smiled wider, his head tilting just slightly, as though entertained by Cassius’s response. His eyes flickered to the sides of the room, likely calculating the exits, the shadows, the distance between himself and his target. It was the gaze of a killer, not one who fought for pride or passion, but a man forged to kill with calculation and pleasure.

"That confidence," Alessio said with a sigh, "Is exactly why Lord Morpheus wants your head. He says your arrogance has grown to poison the structure of power. And when power becomes disobedient..." He tapped his finger against his temple, "It must be fixed."

Lastor whimpered behind Cassius, "He talks like that right before he starts killing, Your Highness..."

Cassius didn’t glance back. "Let him talk."

Alessio’s fingers flexed and his smile dropped. His cloak fluttered as if caught in an invisible breeze, and from beneath it, two gleaming blades slid into his hands, thin and curved, silver as the moonlight, humming faintly with magic in a purple hue. One for severing bone, the other for peeling flesh. A hunter’s tools.

"You were born in a palace, Cassius," Alessio said quietly. "I was born in a burning house. Every day, I clawed upward. Every scar I have is from surviving men stronger than me. But none of them had your gift. So if I kill you..." he raised one of the blades, "I become the strongest man alive."

Cassius’s eyes gleamed redder than blood, and his smirk curved like a crescent blade. "Then come and try."

Alessio dashed forward.

Fast. Fast enough to blur. But Cassius didn’t move, not at first. His body remained perfectly still, as if bored. Then clang! the blade that had been aimed for his throat was stopped by his fingers. Two fingers. That’s all Cassius used.

Lastor began to clap his hands, clearly shocked and moved.

Alessio’s eyes widened just slightly. "Interesting..." he then studied Cassius.

Cassius twisted the blade from Alessio’s hand with a flick and brought his knee up with such force it cracked against Alessio’s ribs, throwing him back through the wooden wall and into the mud beyond the house. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You call that a blade?" Cassius said, stepping forward through the shattered wall. "Feels more like a dinner knife."

Alessio coughed once, blood flecking his lips, and looked up at Cassius like a predator who had found a worthy rival.

"Ahh,I see now," he whispered. "You’ve touched the demon, haven’t you?"