Revelations Coming (The Dark Truth Novel Series) by Glory Rabenaugh Page A

somewhere safe first,” Arias said without an inch of give in his voice. Justice nodded.
    “Then we are going to France?” Justice guessed.
    Arias grunted and zipped up his last bag of weapons. Justice loaded the SUV hoping his master knew how difficult it would be to convince his Queen to come back to him. As they say, Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned. Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Venus would surely make the Prince pay dearly if she chose to forgive him.
    “My Lord?” a lower Mashiach called, bending over in a ceremonial bow.
    “What is it?” Justice barked.
    “Naylor is back from the States with the package you requested.”
    Justice turned toward Arias. “Do you want France to wait for five more minutes?”
    Arias smiled and popped his knuckles expectantly. “It may take a little bit longer than five minutes,” he laughed.
    Arias took his time to get to the dungeon, thinking of wonderful ways to torture this human that harmed his Queen. He only wished that Venus was here to confront him before he died, or that she knew that he was going to avenge her. She will know eventually. The Dubai mansion had an entire underground level dedicated to the dungeon. Torture devices from the playbook of any sadist sat waiting. It had been many years since they used the dungeon for purposes such as these, too  long. Memories of the last time filled his vision. A traitor…what was his name? Arias couldn’t remember. But one of his bloodline was turned in for treason, for sharing information with the Rex Deus. Everyone knew that the punishment for such a crime was death. And death by torture was Arias’ favorite approach. Arias had started the punishment though it got tiresome after the man stopped screaming and left Justice to deal with the end of it. But for this human awaiting in his dungeon right now, Arias alone would complete this task.
     
    The human male was locked in one of the cells, tied down to a wooden chair. A hood covering his whole upper body. Arias’ nostrils twitched as he scented that the human had pissed all over himself. Arias spit on the ground, disgusted with the filth in front of him. The human, known as Richard Campbell sat there shivering and sobbing uncontrollably and Arias felt no pity. He entered the room and pulled the hood from the man’s face. Richard Campbell screamed against the gag in his mouth and swayed back and forth in the chair until he toppled the whole thing over. Arias shook his head.
    “Justice, untie him and strip him down naked and hang him from the cuffs for now.”
    As Justice worked quickly, Arias paced back and forth from wall to wall of the cell.
    “Richard Campbell…I want you to listen very carefully you sack of shit. I am going to remove your gag only because I want to hear to speak, not to hear you scream. If you scream, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you. Understood?”
    The man’s wide were white saucers, so big that he thought they might pop out of socket. He nodded and Arias pulled the gag out of his mouth.
    “Please,” the man pleaded. “Please I don’t know why I’m here. You must have the wrong man.”
    “Richard Campbell, you are here because I want a few answers. If you don’t tell the truth I will know because I can smell a lie. Answer me truthfully and I may show you leniency.”
    “Yes, yes…I’ll do anything. Ask me anything.”
    “What brings to mind when I say Venus?”
    Richard Campbell’s face goes blank, shame flooding it turning his cheeks into a pink that Arias wanted to cut from his face.
    “I don’t….”
    “Ah, ah, ah Richard. No lies, remember?” Arias taunted fingering a 6 inch blade.
    “We had a foster child named Venus. She ran away.”
    “Describe her for me Richard.”
“Short, small frame, dirty blonde hair, green eyes.”
    “Would you describe her as beautiful?”
    Richard’s eyes darted to Arias’ face. “She was my foster daughter,” he retorted angrily. “She was beautiful