The Veil Of Treason 3

 Betrayal reaches the heavens in 'The Veil of Treason.' As the Creator watches the Veil grow thin, Baldric becomes the guardian of a divine child, and Bagnus begins a massacre that will change the world forever: The Veil Of Treason 2

Baldric’s Restoration and the Divine Warning

Baldric had been bedridden for five years after his accident. He did odd jobs to survive and had watched as his family suffered due to his inability to provide. The healer had said his spinal cord was broken in three places; he could move only his eyes, and even that was an effort. He had watched his wife and daughter suffer, but now, he had been healed. He was even given riches and power.

To cap it all, he was now the guardian of the Child of Light—his grandchild, a divine child. That was one thing he would never get used to. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Show yourself."

The air in the room grew cold, and a shimmer could be seen above when the three angels, who had been ordered to protect the child, appeared.

"I want to move the Child of Light to a new city," Baldric said as he faced them.

"That wouldn't be necessary," said one of the angels. "Once he is born, there would be chaos no matter where he is. Chaos will be the order of the day."

"But why?" Baldric asked. "He is just a kid and has caused no trouble. Why chaos as soon as he is born?"

"He is not just a kid; he is the Chosen One, the Child of Light. There would be chaos because his birth will bring in a new age—an age of war."

"What are your names?" Baldric asked.

"We have no names. We are part of the protective wing of the army of the Creator; we were born to protect."

Abigail, who had been quiet while they talked, looked up at that. She had been happy her father was whole; the pain of seeing him suffer had been too much. "So we don't need to move?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," the angel said. "If you want to identify us, you can designate us as Protector One, Two, and Three. Summon any of those numbers, and one of us will come."

Allora: The Burden of Beauty and Poverty

Allora had been in the market from dawn, and now it was getting dark. It had been a hard day, and she had sold only two baskets. She sat there thinking of how her family could survive with an incapacitated husband and a pregnant daughter who had been rejected by the father. She wiped her eyes; no one would help them.

Allora is a beautiful woman, and one would wonder why she would choose to suffer with a poor man when her beauty could get her a wealthy husband. She is tall, with dark eyes to match her dark hair, a firm jaw, and a smile that lights a dark room. She started getting ready to go home, knowing she would not be able to sell another basket, as the time was well past when people buy. She bundled her wares and started heading home.

Bagnus: A Taste of Blood

When the portal closed behind him, Bagnus was angry. He was in a rage. How dare the Creator mock him by delaying his plans? He vowed to make the Creator pay and relished the moment he would drive his sword through his stingy gut.

He kept pacing back and forth until he saw a castle being built. He paused; it was a grand castle and he frowned, wondering if the owner was mocking him. Come to think of it, he never gave such permission for a castle to be built right outside the view of his window. He could also see those who were grieving at the Veil, mourning or weeping, and he grew angrier. How can they be so stupid? he thought. Can't they move on? Maybe it is time to feed my sword. He turned to his attendant. "Get me the generals. Now."

He went to the Veil, and when he saw how thick it had become, he snarled. A grieving man who heard him was offended. "How dare you disturb my grieving! I lost my daughter and she was just a kid. Why her and not me!" the man wailed.

Bagnus was so livid that without a second thought, he pulled out his sword and cut the man down. He watched as the man’s soul left his body and bowed to him.

"Master of Soul, what is your order?"

The Power of the Mighty Osaka

Bagnus took a step back. He saw the life force of the man drift into the earth, and he saw how the sword drank the blood on it.

"So the gift of soul the Mighty Osaka gave me is this. And he, too, takes a share of every life taken by the sword, as it is honored after him."

Without a thought, he said, "Go join your stupid daughter, you fool."

Those around were too afraid and stood there frozen; no one could see the soul except him. He watched as the man’s spirit touched the Veil, and he swore where the spirit touched, the Veil grew thinner. He licked his lips, an angry glint entering his eyes as he turned to the other mourners. Right there, he started hacking them one after the other.

As he hacked, he saw the places the spirits touched grew thin. He thought it would need more souls; after all, if the Creator sacrificed a thousand angels, it seemed he would need a million souls.

He was interrupted by his General bringing the owner of the castle. "How dare you interrupt my view?" he said to the man as he was forced to kneel.

"My apology, Great One."

"You dare give me a title I don't deserve? You dare want to ruin me?"

"No, Holy One," the man stammered.

Bagnus was bloodthirsty. He wanted more. He could see the life force curl like smoke as it entered the earth. He could feel the sword rumbling, and in a blinding rage, he hacked at the man. He watched the man’s soul kneel before him and ordered the soul to the Veil. Suddenly, he heard a heart-wrenching cry. He turned his head to see a young, beautiful woman running toward him.

In The Dark Throne Room

Mighty Osaka was happy. He felt content, and he knew time meant nothing to him. He could feel the life force from those Bagnus had killed and he grinned. How simple it is to manipulate someone! He had used Bagnus’s blind loyalty to his brother to make him send the blueprint; a word here and a whisper there had done the trick. Now, Bagnus was loyal to him alone.

"Oh, Bagnus, when the time comes, I will also need your blood," he grinned. He had finally found a solution for bringing the Veil down, all thanks to Bagnus and his rage.

Bagnus: A Twisted Attraction

"You killed my father!" the young woman cried as she ran toward him, falling on her knees and weeping.

Bagnus was captivated by her beauty. He loved the sound of her anguished voice; he wanted to hear that voice again. He felt he needed to keep her beside him, so he could remind her of her father and hear that voice once more.

"Your father is a fool. He bargained for more than he could offer," he snarled, spitting the words at her. Her anguished voice was music to him.

"My father is a better man than you can ever be," she said.

"Yeah, and I'm still standing," he grinned.

"You will pay for this," the young woman said.

"May I know the name to remember when the time comes to pay?" he asked her.

"Camila."

"Ha! A beautiful name. Camila! Now, it so happens I'm in need of a wife, and I find you the perfect woman to bear my children."

A Miracle at Home

Baldric could hear his wife coming. He hurried to his bed after he had dismissed the angels. Allora entered, and seeing her daughter, she smiled. "Abi, my darling, how are you? And how is your father?"

"We are fine, mother. How was the market?"

"It was great. I got us something to eat."

Baldric could see the pain in her eyes. It made him want to give her the world. What a woman she is, he thought, and he wept silently.

"Don't worry about anything, Abi," Allora continued. "I will make sure the baby has the best in this world. Even if it is the last thing I do before I die, he will live like a king."

"Oh mother, don't say that. Besides, I have a surprise for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, mother. Don't be shocked—just look at him," Abigail said, pointing at her father.

The Reunion of Baldric and Allora

Baldric stood up and went to his wife. He held her hands, brought them to his lips, and with tears in his eyes, he spoke. "I'm sorry, my love. Please forgive me."

Allora was stunned. She stood there not knowing if she was dreaming or if what she was seeing was real. "How?" was the only thing she could speak; she had lost her voice from the surprise.

"It was a miracle," he said as he bowed to her.

"Please don't do that, Baldric," she said.

"I will do this and more. I will worship the ground you walk on. Your love and care for your family is beyond extraordinary. If I could give you the world, I would. You are a good woman, a good wife, and a good mother. I curse the day I had that accident; seeing you suffer was the greatest pain of my life."

"But how, Baldric?"

He explained to her everything that had happened since she went to the market. When he was done, he summoned Protector One to show her that it was real.

"Oh Baldric, what can we do? This is too much to take—my grandson, the Child of Light, and a war."

"Yes."

"We need to move out of here. We need a secluded place where we can bring him up, a place far from where people live."

Baldric could only smile. He knew he had married a smart woman, and seeing her make the decision was a blessing to him.

"Yes, my love," he said.

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