Charles P.O.V

“I find your tale quite poetic actually, it reminds me of an old play around the century I was born.

Ah what was the name of this particular tale, hmmm. Macbeth.” My eyes rested on the back of my tan office chair. His back was to me but I knew the voice all too well. I watched the chair move up and down as he rocked. Books floated around the room all landing on the desk in heaps. “All hail Macbeth Thane of Cawdor Thane of Glamis. All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!” “You mean to mock me, oh so great one?” "Fair is foul and foul is fair." He whispered.

“I have done nothing that should have brought about this meeting. It was fated that I became king. My family should have been the strongest other than the Hartford’s. I shall carry out the name under another guise yes, but still the same. My father defeated the Hartfords. I shall take out the brood that betrayed my family.The wolves will be no more.”

“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truth.” “Stop quoting that asinine play!” “Hath been but for a wayward son, spiteful and wrathful who, as others do, loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now. Get you gone, and at the pit of Acheron. Meet me i' th' morning. Thither he will come to know his destiny.”

“Then what is my down fall mighty one.” “That I cannot say,” I watched as his body went up in smoke. That threatening bastard, I would kill him yet. I stepped around my desk sitting in my chair. This was taking longer than It needed to be. Those wolves would be exterminated one by one.

I dialed the general of my army. “ Calean exterminate the vermin.” I said hanging up. Foolish wolves to think I would start my extermination here when my hand reaches far across the sea.

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