The Pleasure of Nobody - Crystal Fox (motivational books for men TXT) 📗

and smiled. But he saw my discomfort and took it out of my hands, and placed it on the floor next to the leg far away from me so i didn't have to look at it.

"He will only wear it in public." I said, they all agreed.

One month later, Gabriel.

With her due date less than two months away and her always wanting me by her side. I can't see how I can leave her easily. She seems fine with it now cause I am still here. My mother swears to take care of her. But once I leave I bet she will have a difficult time not crying from me being away.

"You won't be gone long will you babe?" she asked me, the midwife put her on bed rest, so she sat on top of the covers in her white night gown with pillows propped up under her head and swollen feet.

"I will try not to be," I told her. "But you'll be fine sweetheart. My mother and all the maids and all of the guards will be here to take great care of you. I can't see how your worrying. Don't I always take great care of you?" I winked at her. Then went to go kiss her head, but she put her hands on my head to bend me down so she could kiss me.

"I know you always take care of me," she said with a gleam in her eye. "But I don't want to sit here all day with nothing to do but talk to your mom. She is always busy anyway so all I can really do is eat and sleep," she complained. I looked at her with amusement, she is always over reacting. "Okay so I can knit or stich or something, but it will not be the same. the house will feel different though. It won't have you." she told me.

"I will be back before you have the chance to miss me. And I have something to keep you busy," I admitted. I went over to our wooden dresser and knelt before it. Pulled out the last drawer. "Here," I said taking a book out from the back of the space. It was old and coming apart but it was history. She loves ever bodies past but her owns, I understand why. I went to go sit back on the bed next to her. "I want you to read this," I handed it to her. She opened the cover and flipped through the pages.

"Book about what?"

"Every war I was ever in,"

"Is it detailed?" she asked, I smiled.

"Thoroughly." I told her.

"Good."

Something in me told me that this is not what she needs. She does not need anymore violence in her life. But I am sharing the past of my life with her. I want her to understand what I did, done, and will do. She understands I go to war to kill the enemy. She understands that I kill with skill, bit I need her to know why they want me, why they ask for me to kill people, ask me to go to every war they get them self's into. I need her to understand the demon in me. That i only show here the angle. Cause she gives me no reason for the other side of me to unleash.

Their was a knocking at the door and the guard entered. I quickly grabbed a quilt from the end of the bed and threw it over Ivy's entire body but her head. He noticed my quick and uncomfortable movement.

"Oh sorry my lord. The people are here now, shall I take your things?" Vane asked. He has been my best friend since we where kids. Over three hundred years of trust I have for him.

"Go ahead Vane I will be their in a moment."

He bowed and took my things out of the room. I watched him do so. Then I looked at her and smiled, and leaned my forehead against hers.

"I have to go now Ivy. I love you."

"I love you to," she told me with her voice thick and tears rolling down her dace. My mother stepped into the room at that moment. I pulled back and she saw Ivy crying.

"Well darling you go on now," my mother said to me and placed a old wrinkled hand on my shoulder. "Don't you worry about Ivy I have the whole thing planed out. I do not intend to leave her alone but to sleep." she told me with comfort. I gave her a hug and started walking to the door.

"Gabriel!" I heard Ivy shout. I turned around to see her holding out her arms towards me and her sobbing now. I went to her and gave her a hug. She squeezed me tightly then my mother tapped her and told her I need to go. She held me tighter for one moment the let me go. "I love you," she said. I ran my hands under her eyes and kissed her forehead.

"I love you to. But I have to go." I left her alone with my mom. All the way down the hallway I heard her cry out for me. I heard her call my name, I wanted to go back but I have to let her get use to me going away for a while. I will come back. It hurts me to leave her. I feel bad for spending a year at her side then leave her here while she worries about me in a war. Tears rolled down my face to. But I am crying cause she is crying. I feel her pain even worse than what she feels.

But I got on my horse, all my men seeing me cry. They are seeing me at my weakness.

"This does not mean I am weak," I told all them.

"It means you truly love her," one of our younger guards named Aiden told me. I smiled at him. Then rode off in a direction that will not lead me to love only misery.
ivy

Four days later, Ivy

"I slashed his throat with my knife and watched as his throat broke open on my blade and blood came out, spilling and over flowing his gash, he feel down dead. I turned around and brought my blade into the stomach of my next victim, and watched him gasp his last ragged breaths as he fell down and began to die. We where brought here to kill the enemy and to protect our people. And I intend on doing that. I yelled as the blood continued to fly around me, bursting out of peoples broken flesh and in the air. It all smelled like dying, it all smelled like blood.

One of my men brought me my hoarse and told me to go back to camp as they killed the last few people, but I refused to and wanted to stay, I enjoyed the kill to badly, I craved the feel. As I brought my bladed into the back of a young boy I realized he was just like me, he wanted glory, he wanted to be wanted. But he is stupid. That is the difference, I know what I am doing I know and understand the every move of the enemy cause I have been on that side. I have been taught how to kill the way they are taught and the way they live. I know what they choreograph to make their strike. But the thing is, I dance the same moves as them, just better.

People flew pasted me and fell to the ground dying and screaming. And once I never cared. Then i saw my ultimate match. It excited me, I spun my sword in my hand three times for luck then began to fight the over sized beast. I got him in the arm but only enough to make a few gashes. Then I got him in the inner thigh, cutting his arteries. He cried but never gave up, he swung at me and missed by barely a inch. Then out of now where, a blade went into my back, I groaned, And turned around to see a person on my side mistake me. I stood in shock, Vane.

"I am sorry Gabriel, but it is too much, I told you to go back to camp," He said to me I began to fight my own side and then, the beast stabbed the bladed in the back of my neck, thrusting downward, and hitting my heart. I felt it penetrate me. I gasped then I fell down dead. Now I was the one gasping for air, suffering my last ragged breaths, and dying.

I Knew that I was dead when I heard my heart stop beating.

So I woke up in hell. And i spent three hundred years their to. I bowed before the devil and got my punishment as he sat in his thrown of glory and ordered