Chapter 179: The House Drateel(3)
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As of posing as the devil, Reve brought hope to Lord Gawyne, "But the curse has a cure. It is not widely known by most people. Your children still have a fighting chance. They are still young, at the best time to get rid of the cure. The Curse of Nimiel isn't kind at all. The stronger you get, the stronger the curse gets. I reckon that's why it must have been so difficult for a witch like your mother to relieve herself of the cure."
The more the twins used their energy, the more they fed into the curse. That was why their hair was currently gaining a shade of grey. The moment it turns fully grey, the curse would kick in and the horrors of it would out pour.
Right now, the curse was in a phase which Reve termed as being dormant.
Reve smirked, "I truly pity you, Lord Gawyne. How about this? I am in possession of the cure for the curse. I can trade it for your father's journal. It's a blissful situation for both parties."
'A cure for my children,' rampantly thought Lord Gawyne.
He had almost jumped at the mention of those words.
Truthfully, Lord Gawyne had given up searching for a cure for them. He knew very well he wouldn't be able to find one and he should instead make sure his children enjoy their life while hosting the curse.
However, if what Reve said was true, he could save himself from a lifetime of tragedy.
Lord Gawyne posed, "How do I know you are not lying? I have seen countless men bluff when they find themselves in a perilous situation. You would have to do better if you want to convince me of the validity of your words or else I will take it with a pinch of salt."
Reve hissed, "Are you really in the position to doubt my words?"
"It's my children's life on the line here. I would do everything I can to make sure it is in safe hands," retorted Lord Gawyne.
"Then, you can do well to ignore my offer and also do well to regret this moment in the future to come," scoffed Reve.
He was basically saying "what do you have to lose?"
Reve painted a picture with his words, "Live the rest of your grievous numbered life, knowing that you had a chance to be a good father, but you went against it!"
He looked at the lonely stars and waited for Lord Gawyne's response. In his opinion, an offer like this should never be skipped on.
He understood that from the others' perspective, it might be sketchy but that did not make it not worth checking out.
Lord Gawyne went through a series of intense hidden thought, before finally speaking up.
His tone was slow and slow as he understood the gravity of the decision he was about to make, "I will accept...but only under three conditions."
"Oh, what are they?" nonchalantly asked Reve.
"First and foremost, you only get the journal after Lyra and Ciaran have been healed. Secondly, I will need to review the cure before I allow my children to consume it. Thirdly, you shall take an oath to never harm my children again, no matter the circumstance."
Faced with this instructions, Reve cackled, "Now. Now. I must tell you. There are only a few lengths that my KINDNESS can take me. What makes you think that you are the one to state the conditions. How ballsy? Do you not recognize your situation."
As he spoke, Reve controlled a large tree with his mind and hovered it above Lord Gawyne, "While you ranted like an ignorant man, I took my time recuperating from my injuries. I'm not fully healed but I reckon I can threaten the lives of your children while in this state! Seeing the immense love you have for your children, what would happen if I hold your children captive and demand you give me your father's journal?"
Lord Gawyne trembled, "You wouldn't dare do that?"
"I would dare do that, for they have imposed scars on my body. However, as a gentleman, I took the peaceful route, so do not for one second take my generosity as a sign of meekness. I do not like to be exploited," shouted Reve.
He exposed Lord Gawyne's thought process. The aristocratic nature in the noble lord was evident as he tried to take advantage of the offer given to him.
Lord Gawyne nodded while looking at the tree above him, "I understand. My apologies for my rudeness."
"Good. As for your conditions, I shall accept them, but I have my conditions to state," coyly revealed Reve.
Reve was not a man of anger. He rarely had bursts of rage, so it was weird that he got angry when he discovered Lord Gawyne's
On second thought, it was perfectly normal.....for a shameless Reve. After all, he needed to be feared by the noble lord so he could list his conditions and expect them to be accepted without resistance.
He went on to list, "I need the help of your noble house. I plan to start an underworld organization and will need finance that only large noble houses like yours can provide."
Lord Gawyne was surprised by this revelation. He had expected the condition to be something more appalling but this was.....well, it wasn't something he could easily decide on, but it was better than what he expected.
Lord Gawyne struggled to speak, "My noble house has been unaffiliated with the Underworld for centuries now. If the price of saving my children is rejoining the Underworld, then I will accept it. However,.....my house income is not infinite, I implore you know understand what you are doing before you request financial assistance from us. I will not let my house be dragged into the mud."
"I understand. All I request is little financial assistance. I can take care of the rest from there on," cooly responded Reve.
After the conversation played out the way he wanted, a wave of relief coursed through him, and his mind became weary.
Meanwhile, Lord Gawyne became curious, "So, what is this cure you speak of?"
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As of posing as the devil, Reve brought hope to Lord Gawyne, "But the curse has a cure. It is not widely known by most people. Your children still have a fighting chance. They are still young, at the best time to get rid of the cure. The Curse of Nimiel isn't kind at all. The stronger you get, the stronger the curse gets. I reckon that's why it must have been so difficult for a witch like your mother to relieve herself of the cure."
The more the twins used their energy, the more they fed into the curse. That was why their hair was currently gaining a shade of grey. The moment it turns fully grey, the curse would kick in and the horrors of it would out pour.
Right now, the curse was in a phase which Reve termed as being dormant.
Reve smirked, "I truly pity you, Lord Gawyne. How about this? I am in possession of the cure for the curse. I can trade it for your father's journal. It's a blissful situation for both parties."
'A cure for my children,' rampantly thought Lord Gawyne.
He had almost jumped at the mention of those words.
Truthfully, Lord Gawyne had given up searching for a cure for them. He knew very well he wouldn't be able to find one and he should instead make sure his children enjoy their life while hosting the curse.
However, if what Reve said was true, he could save himself from a lifetime of tragedy.
Lord Gawyne posed, "How do I know you are not lying? I have seen countless men bluff when they find themselves in a perilous situation. You would have to do better if you want to convince me of the validity of your words or else I will take it with a pinch of salt."
Reve hissed, "Are you really in the position to doubt my words?"
"It's my children's life on the line here. I would do everything I can to make sure it is in safe hands," retorted Lord Gawyne.
"Then, you can do well to ignore my offer and also do well to regret this moment in the future to come," scoffed Reve.
He was basically saying "what do you have to lose?"
Reve painted a picture with his words, "Live the rest of your grievous numbered life, knowing that you had a chance to be a good father, but you went against it!"
He looked at the lonely stars and waited for Lord Gawyne's response. In his opinion, an offer like this should never be skipped on.
He understood that from the others' perspective, it might be sketchy but that did not make it not worth checking out.
Lord Gawyne went through a series of intense hidden thought, before finally speaking up.
His tone was slow and slow as he understood the gravity of the decision he was about to make, "I will accept...but only under three conditions."
"Oh, what are they?" nonchalantly asked Reve.
"First and foremost, you only get the journal after Lyra and Ciaran have been healed. Secondly, I will need to review the cure before I allow my children to consume it. Thirdly, you shall take an oath to never harm my children again, no matter the circumstance."
Faced with this instructions, Reve cackled, "Now. Now. I must tell you. There are only a few lengths that my KINDNESS can take me. What makes you think that you are the one to state the conditions. How ballsy? Do you not recognize your situation."
As he spoke, Reve controlled a large tree with his mind and hovered it above Lord Gawyne, "While you ranted like an ignorant man, I took my time recuperating from my injuries. I'm not fully healed but I reckon I can threaten the lives of your children while in this state! Seeing the immense love you have for your children, what would happen if I hold your children captive and demand you give me your father's journal?"
Lord Gawyne trembled, "You wouldn't dare do that?"
"I would dare do that, for they have imposed scars on my body. However, as a gentleman, I took the peaceful route, so do not for one second take my generosity as a sign of meekness. I do not like to be exploited," shouted Reve.
He exposed Lord Gawyne's thought process. The aristocratic nature in the noble lord was evident as he tried to take advantage of the offer given to him.
Lord Gawyne nodded while looking at the tree above him, "I understand. My apologies for my rudeness."
"Good. As for your conditions, I shall accept them, but I have my conditions to state," coyly revealed Reve.
Reve was not a man of anger. He rarely had bursts of rage, so it was weird that he got angry when he discovered Lord Gawyne's
On second thought, it was perfectly normal.....for a shameless Reve. After all, he needed to be feared by the noble lord so he could list his conditions and expect them to be accepted without resistance.
He went on to list, "I need the help of your noble house. I plan to start an underworld organization and will need finance that only large noble houses like yours can provide."
Lord Gawyne was surprised by this revelation. He had expected the condition to be something more appalling but this was.....well, it wasn't something he could easily decide on, but it was better than what he expected.
Lord Gawyne struggled to speak, "My noble house has been unaffiliated with the Underworld for centuries now. If the price of saving my children is rejoining the Underworld, then I will accept it. However,.....my house income is not infinite, I implore you know understand what you are doing before you request financial assistance from us. I will not let my house be dragged into the mud."
"I understand. All I request is little financial assistance. I can take care of the rest from there on," cooly responded Reve.
After the conversation played out the way he wanted, a wave of relief coursed through him, and his mind became weary.
Meanwhile, Lord Gawyne became curious, "So, what is this cure you speak of?"
As of posing as the devil, Reve brought hope to Lord Gawyne, "But the curse has a cure. It is not widely known by most people. Your children still have a fighting chance. They are still young, at the best time to get rid of the cure. The Curse of Nimiel isn't kind at all. The stronger you get, the stronger the curse gets. I reckon that's why it must have been so difficult for a witch like your mother to relieve herself of the cure."The more the twins used their energy, the more they fed into the curse. That was why their hair was currently gaining a shade of grey. The moment it turns fully grey, the curse would kick in and the horrors of it would out pour. Right now, the curse was in a phase which Reve termed as being dormant.Reve smirked, "I truly pity you, Lord Gawyne. How about this? I am in possession of the cure for the curse. I can trade it for your father's journal. It's a blissful situation for both parties."'A cure for my children,' rampantly thought Lord Gawyne. He had almost jumped at the mention of those words.Truthfully, Lord Gawyne had given up searching for a cure for them. He knew very well he wouldn't be able to find one and he should instead make sure his children enjoy their life while hosting the curse. However, if what Reve said was true, he could save himself from a lifetime of tragedy. Lord Gawyne posed, "How do I know you are not lying? I have seen countless men bluff when they find themselves in a perilous situation. You would have to do better if you want to convince me of the validity of your words or else I will take it with a pinch of salt."Reve hissed, "Are you really in the position to doubt my words?""It's my children's life on the line here. I would do everything I can to make sure it is in safe hands," retorted Lord Gawyne. "Then, you can do well to ignore my offer and also do well to regret this moment in the future to come," scoffed Reve.He was basically saying "what do you have to lose?"Reve painted a picture with his words, "Live the rest of your grievous numbered life, knowing that you had a chance to be a good father, but you went against it!"He looked at the lonely stars and waited for Lord Gawyne's response. In his opinion, an offer like this should never be skipped on. He understood that from the others' perspective, it might be sketchy but that did not make it not worth checking out. Lord Gawyne went through a series of intense hidden thought, before finally speaking up. His tone was slow and slow as he understood the gravity of the decision he was about to make, "I will accept...but only under three conditions.""Oh, what are they?" nonchalantly asked Reve."First and foremost, you only get the journal after Lyra and Ciaran have been healed. Secondly, I will need to review the cure before I allow my children to consume it. Thirdly, you shall take an oath to never harm my children again, no matter the circumstance."Faced with this instructions, Reve cackled, "Now. Now. I must tell you. There are only a few lengths that my KINDNESS can take me. What makes you think that you are the one to state the conditions. How ballsy? Do you not recognize your situation."As he spoke, Reve controlled a large tree with his mind and hovered it above Lord Gawyne, "While you ranted like an ignorant man, I took my time recuperating from my injuries. I'm not fully healed but I reckon I can threaten the lives of your children while in this state! Seeing the immense love you have for your children, what would happen if I hold your children captive and demand you give me your father's journal?"Lord Gawyne trembled, "You wouldn't dare do that?""I would dare do that, for they have imposed scars on my body. However, as a gentleman, I took the peaceful route, so do not for one second take my generosity as a sign of meekness. I do not like to be exploited," shouted Reve.He exposed Lord Gawyne's thought process. The aristocratic nature in the noble lord was evident as he tried to take advantage of the offer given to him.Lord Gawyne nodded while looking at the tree above him, "I understand. My apologies for my rudeness.""Good. As for your conditions, I shall accept them, but I have my conditions to state," coyly revealed Reve.Reve was not a man of anger. He rarely had bursts of rage, so it was weird that he got angry when he discovered Lord Gawyne's On second thought, it was perfectly normal.....for a shameless Reve. After all, he needed to be feared by the noble lord so he could list his conditions and expect them to be accepted without resistance. He went on to list, "I need the help of your noble house. I plan to start an underworld organization and will need finance that only large noble houses like yours can provide."Lord Gawyne was surprised by this revelation. He had expected the condition to be something more appalling but this was.....well, it wasn't something he could easily decide on, but it was better than what he expected.Lord Gawyne struggled to speak, "My noble house has been unaffiliated with the Underworld for centuries now. If the price of saving my children is rejoining the Underworld, then I will accept it. However,.....my house income is not infinite, I implore you know understand what you are doing before you request financial assistance from us. I will not let my house be dragged into the mud.""I understand. All I request is little financial assistance. I can take care of the rest from there on," cooly responded Reve. After the conversation played out the way he wanted, a wave of relief coursed through him, and his mind became weary. Meanwhile, Lord Gawyne became curious, "So, what is this cure you speak of?"
