“I am Cade.”
“So.”
“Terrel was my brother.”
“Uh, so.”
“Terrel was the man you tortured, the man whose bones you broke. All of them.” The other was silent for a moment, digesting the informa- tion. Then he laughed, a high-pitched squeal.
“Oh, yes. Lovely bit of work, that.” The madman’s head moved to a song only he heard. “Yes, oh yes. Too bad, though. Only for fun, you realize. There was no information to get or anything/Still, nice bit of work. Spell was a nice touch, I thought.” The Beast smiled, showing crooked and browning teeth. “He screamed and screamed, but the sound didn’t carry don’t you know. Magic.” He snapped his fingers. “Yes, well, you know-“
But Cade could hear no more. With a roar he leaped at the torturer. The other’s knife tried to parry his blade, but it was shoved aside by the power behind Cade’s swing. The sword crashed into the Beast’s head, cutting deep into the skull, splitting it nearly in two. The Beast crashed to the ground, dead.
Cade moved closer to see the face. It was hard to distinguish among tfie purplish-red remains. The face was split to the nose. Cade made out watery brown eyes, quickly filming over, and the face of an old man. He looked like someone’s grandfather, the silver-white hair now dyed with red streaks. Cade spat on the corpse. This looked like no beast. Hell was a funny place.
Cade heard the noise behind him, though few others would have. He spun in a crouch, his sword held before him, a throwing dagger already in the palm of the other hand. Who? All nine were taken care of. Slowly, a slight form moved out of the shadows and Cade relaxed-