"Damn! What the hell...it hurts!" one of them had time to yell.
They carried the two chosen ones at breakneck speed to one of the highest floors of the monument. Crossing stairs and corridors, they were soon ejected from the pool of shadows in a violent explosion, and landed in a vast, empty, neutral room with only a beautifully carved black wooden door, which slowly opened upon their arrival to a private room where a great feast awaited them, ostensibly spread out on a huge crystal glass table.
On the threshold of the room, Johes made countless dramatic and vulgar curtsies while Köel presented the buffet to them with a theatrical gesture, exclaiming.
"Et voila, my dear charming children. A king's feast as promised, carefully prepared for you two alone."
Stunned by the rough transport, Kei and Miron struggled to regain their senses and shook their heads to compose themselves.
"How ironic. I think I'm going to throw up," Kei replied, bringing his hand to his mouth and sighing in distress at the sumptuous food they were offered.
Miron nodded, still very shaken.
"You're not the only one Kei. But it's best to eat for now."
"Listen to your friend, little buddy." Johes advised as he pushed the handsome blonde boy into the luxurious room. "You might as well eat instead of starving yourself, considering what's waiting for you later. Because you'll never have a meal like that again in your life.
"And that's the understatement of the year, to say the least." Köel added sarcastically.
The two guardians burst out laughing. Shoving and manhandling roughly the two boys as they removed their chains, they then grabbed them by the collars of their threadbare clothes and forced them to sit on the blue and gold velvet chairs in front of the table. Miron struggled to escape the painful embrace of his persecutors, wincing and writhing as best he could. Standing in front of his chair, the young boy managed to wrench himself out of the cruel hands of the old mage, before looking at him with anger and disdain.
"There's no need to abuse us like that, you old pervert".
Trembling with rage, the old pervert grabbed Miron's hands violently and brought his face close to his. A devious and furious smile appeared on his deformed face, and his foul breath made the young orphan nauseous.
"Miron, let me tell you this, Johes might envy you so desperately, and Sirkol curse you every moment of your existence, no one will ever hate you as much as I do. Of all the orphans who have passed through here, you are the only one who has ever dared to be what you are. Rebellious, insolent and fearless. But it wouldn't have done you any good in the end, because your life is going to end tonight and in the worst way. And as you struggle desperately against the inevitable death, I'll be the first to cheer your agony. And I will watch your body slowly lose its life, eaten away horribly from hard flesh to white bone, until there is nothing left of you but a brief memory."
Finally, freeing the young magician, he returned him to his chair. Johes and Köel watched intently as the two orphans sat in huge chairs before the heavy table, sublimely covered with royal red velvet cloth and garnished with a huge banquet, unconsciously displaying an image of irresistible innocence and purity.
"What a touching image you present at this moment my dear little ones".
The two little ones looked at their jailers without understanding.
"Two young boys so ignorant and sharing everything. A dinner for two, under the majesty of a full moon night. A couple destined to be together and fall together. Perhaps someday, if I have nothing better to do, I will tell your wonderful story to the children who will take your place."
Bravely overcoming his anger and fear, Miron knew it was impossible for him not to respond to these overly perfidious and pretentious words. And they had the audacity to reproach him for his nature. He looked fiercely at his persecutors with cold eyes.
"Yes, I think there is one point on which you have spoken the truth, Köel. It will be a beautiful story. I promise you and your filthy minion here," he added, pointing to the latter with a dismissive gesture of his chin, "that you will not see better at any time. And as you so desire, you will never forget it. "
The two guardians slowly shook their heads in disenchantment and renunciation, returning the young Miron's icy gaze, then stepped back, letting the masses of shadows invade the room before slowly descending into the dark, liquid realm that was theirs and finally leaving.
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Miron and Kei needed some time before they could swallow a single piece of the fabulous meal. In the private room there was now a deafening silence, for neither of them had the heart to speak. Their dinner was delicious as promised by their torturers, even by sight - wonderfully tender meat cooked with various spices, grilled fish with creamy sauces, various salads, and colorful toasts, not to mention drinks of every kind and explosive flavor. A mountain of mouth-watering fruit cakes completed the meal that any child, or even any being, would want to enjoy at least once in their life.
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