The Key of Darkness (6)

 

Chapter Six: A Murder and King Henry VIII

Jane smiled and giggled, turning to William, who had blood smeared on his face. For days, months, and even years, William knew that Samuel was a sacrifice for the King of Hell, as his name was signed in a blood covenant. William had thought it was an honor, and he was right. It was the greatest honor but also the scariest truth ever written in his own mother's and Samuel's mother's spell books. Samuel's dead body lay on the ground, and William said, "He never learned the truth." "But he died for a big purpose," Jane replied.

William turned to Jane and asked, "But Jane, why? Why do you help me? You're a sister, a nun! Why?"

Jane smiled again and leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear, "I'm not a normal nun. I'm not Christian. I'm a nun of Alloces."

William couldn't breathe, and his eyes grew bigger and darker. He whispered like Alloces, hearing the lord's voice inside him, saying, "Duke of Duat!" She shook her head and said, "Duchess of Duat, yes. He's waiting in the dark and hunting."

William continued, his voice now sounding like Alloces, "You listen to him. This is..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

Jane finished for him, saying, "Scary."

"No!" William shouted, his voice shaky. "This is amazing. He is Alloces."

They waited for hours until Jane spoke. She had hidden this secret because the Archdevil and Council of Demons had told her to. "Are you upset?" she asked.

"No," William replied in a cold voice.

"Are you regretful?"

"Absolutely not, Matmazel."

"For Henry VIII," she said.

"What?" William didn't understand her words, so she explained. "Henry VIII was the biggest fan of France because he didn't believe he was a York. The Plantagenets were English and they saved their culture, but the Lancastrians didn't like them. Their leader was Margaret of Anjou, a French aristocrat. Henry and Margaret never had a blood connection, but Henry's father, Henry VII, was the heir of Margaret's husband, King Henry VI. As their son, Edward of Lancaster, died in battle, but Henry never understood that. His mother was a noble of York. Her father was Edward IV, but he could never be a York. He loved to use French words."

And they waited until the sun rose.

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