Thralls

Chapter 8

Azal walked in.
"Have a seat," Adras said, pouring himself a drink.
"What do you want?" Azal sat down. "I was busy."
"With the human, I know." Adras glared. "I told you not to go."
"You're not the boss of me."
"What are you a child? Of course I am."
"You don't own me!"

Adras grabbed Azal by the hair.
"Hey!" Azal cried.
"I may not own you, but I own knowledge. And I know that you want to know."
Azal broke free from Adras grip.

"Leave me alone!" Azal said.
"So you don't want to know your creation?"
"I do but-"
"Then just do what I say!"
"What do you want?!"
"I want you to stay away from that human unless-
"Unless what?"
"Unless you keep him permanently under complete control of the thrall."
"You mean enslave him?!"
"And if you ditch him completely, I'll tell you your creation."

Azal tensed. This was a big choice!
Stay with his possible lover, or know the truth he's been wanting to know his entire life!

"I need some time to think about it." Azal said.
"Wednesday," Adras said. "Meet me here and tell me you're choice. I hope you make the right one."

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Azal fell onto his bed.
"UUUUUUHHHHHH" he sighed. "Why did this all have to happen?!"

Bzzzt!

Tom: Hey, how'd everything go?
Azal: He's angry.
Tom: I'm sorry
Azal: Its not your fault
Tom: What did he say?
Azal: He said If i ever want to learn the truth, I...have to stop seeing you.
Tom: Oh...
Azal: But I really like you and I don't want to stop! But..
Tom: Whatever you decide, I'll support you.

Azal put down his phone. He crumbled into his bed and hugged himself tightly. He didn't know what to do.

He wanted Tom.
He wanted to be in his arms, to look into his soft brown eyes, to tangle his hands in his long blonde hair...