The Last Confessor Episode 2

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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The throne room was quiet as he walked in, all the subjects bowing their heads in both fear and respect.

Not even a single sound was heard, only the sounds of his boots, as they marched against the concrete floor.

The aura could be felt – that deadly aura. And that was, perhaps, one of things that brought him so much respect and fear from people.

His hands were crossed behind his back as he walked in and sat on his high throne. But the subjects dare not lift their heads, not until he permits them to.

“Long live the King” they chorused as soon as they noticed him sitting.

There was a long silence, as he rested his chin and touched his lower lip with his thumb.

There was not a single person in the hall, that he was older than. He was just 28, yet gained so much respect.

“You may rise” he finally gave the command and they lifted their heads, in relief.

He didn’t stare at any of them, but they knew what was next.

Shortly, he was brought in – the injured guard.

He limped painfully, his hand over his hurting belly, until he got closer to the throne and knelt in front of the young King.

“Long live my King” he did the normal routine, his head bowed.
But one could tell he was in pains – and not just pains, but fear as well.

“I’m sorry, My King. But we lost her. We tried all we could to capture her, but she used her powers on the chief guard,, turning him against us. And in the end, everyone of them died. I’m the only survivor” he explained with hard gulps.

He was as scared as a man close to death could feel.

The subjects had so many thoughts running through their minds, but they dare not murmur – not when they were in front of the King.

King Caesar was silent for a long while.

“You’re trying to say….you lost her?” he finally spoke up, his voice so calm, words so soft.

“Yes, my King. Forgive my incompetence”.

King Caesar stood up and walked gracefully to the table behind the throne. His steps were slow, but smart.

“You went on a mission with 8 men – to capture a single lady. Yet, only one of you returned”. He said lowly as he touched the weapons on the table.

The guard was almost shivering.

For a long while, there was silence, suspense.

But not until he spoke out.

“You’re worst than a failure”.
And with that, he took a dagger and turning swiftly, he threw it right at him, in such an incredible way, it landed straight into his chest.

He groaned as blood oozed from his mouth. And in a split second, he was lying on the floor. Cold.
And dead.

Cold shivers ran through the veins of the subjects, as they whimpered in fear, praying vehemently they don’t fall victim at all.

King Caesar, his hands crossed behind his back, walked back to his throne and took his seat.

“Take more men” he said to the two guards in the room.
“Go in search of the confessor. I want her found by all means.

“No matter what, make sure she doesn’t die. I want her alive”. He paused and took in a deep breath.

“I have so many plans in store for her”.

Silence.

“Yes, My King” the guards bowed and left.
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Her name is Isabelle.
And the story of how she became the last confessor….

The confessors were females with special powers of compulsion.

They compare someone by forcing them to look into their eyes, then the power takes over. The person becomes their slaves for as long as they live and do every single thing they say. The only way to break the spell was if the confessor dies.

The confessors referred to themselves as “sisters” and lived together and of course, they had a leader. Isabelle’s sister was their leader.

King Caesar – back then, when he was still a prince – had been on a long trip with some guards. When it was nightfall, they found a place to camp, but unknown to them, it was close to the camp of the confessors.

While they were asleep, the confessors attacked them and confessed him – Caesar – alongside some of his men. He was confessed by Tabitha – Isabelle’s blood sister and the leader of the confessors at that time.

He became her slave, loved and cherished her and worshipped her every desire.

Caesar and his men stayed with the confessors for a very long time, doing their every wish and helping them fight their enemies.

Caesar’s parents were worried and searched for their only son for long. And when they finally found him, they were shocked to discover he had been confessed and was a love slave to someone.

His parents hated the confessors, cause they saw them as witches. They tried to convince Caesar to come home with them, but being blinded by “love”, he wouldn’t think of leaving his mistress. He’d chosen her over his parents.

And Tabitha – she also didn’t want to lose Caesar. So, she didn’t permit him to leave.

Enraged, his father ordered the death of Tabitha -because that was the only way his son could be free.

The first attempt was made on her life, and although she survived, they lost one of their sisters to it. One of the confessors had died in the process.

A second attack was carried out. And this time around, it was an open attack. The King had led the battle to the camp of the confessors, with the order of eliminating all the confessors, so his son and the rest of his men would be free.

The attack was massive and most of the confessors died in the process. An arrow was shot at Tabitha, and when Caesar saw that his mistress was almost killed, and shocking enough, by his father, he was angered and attacked him – his own father.

At the end of the day, Caesar’s father was dead – in the hands of his own son.

But still blinded by his love for his mistress, he didn’t take it to be anything as all he could think of at that moment, was healing her and stopping her from dying.

When the Queen heard of the death of her husband, it broke her and she passed away after a few days, due to heart failure.

Tabitha had survived the attack. And the confessors relocated to another camp, with. the confessed men.

They continued staying with the confessors for a long time,. But, not long after, everything changed.

Tabitha had gone out with three other confessors, to get some supplies.

Caesar had stayed back at the camp, weaving some clothes with Isabelle – just like Tabitha had instructed.
Isabelle and Caesar had been together that evening, weaving the clothes, when suddenly, something unexpected happened.

The cloth had slipped from Caesar’s hand as he slowly, stood on his feet, his eyes dimming.

He had looked around, at himself, then at Isabelle. And Isabelle knew there was a very big problem when he asked:

“Where am I?”

It was just as if he had woken up from a very deep slumber, and that moment, Isabelle knew he was no longer confessed. She knew her sister…..her sister was no longer alive. Her powers were no longer active.

Being in confusion, Caesar ran out of the tent, out of the camp, headed home. He needed to meet his family first.

On the long way to the palace, the memories of what he had done when he was confessed, kept replaying in his head, but he waved then aside.

He panted heavily as he ran through the forest like a mad man. But when the particular scene flashed in his head, he suddenly groaned and fell on his knees.

He let out an agonizing cry for the first time in his life when he remembered how he fought and killed his own father. He killed his own father.

He wept for a long time in the forest, unable to bear the heartbeat. But after a long time, he consoled himself with the fact he still had a mother to return to.

Getting to the palace, he received a bigger shock, that his mother had passed out on hearing the news.
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Isabelle was fearless, but if there was one person she feared in the whole earth, it was the King – King Caesar.

She knew how the confessors broke him, and being the last confessor, she knew she was in deep trouble if she ever gets caught by him. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen.

That day, when Caesar’s spell was broken, she and the rest of the confessors flee from the camp, going into a more discrete place because they knew Caesar would come for them, and they were scared of his reaction.

Three days later, the bodies of the confessors that had gone out with Tabitha were found. They had been murdered, but Tabitha’s body was never found.

In as much as everyone thought Tabitha was dead because Caesar’s spell was broken, Isabelle still found it difficult to believe without seeing her sister’s body.

Nevertheless, they continued hiding for a very long time, for months, but one day, their hideout was unfortunately discovered and they were ambushed by the King’s guards.

Isabelle was lucky enough to escape, but every last one of her sisters, were wiped out.

King Caesar wanted everyone of them dead. But when he heard Isabelle had escaped, the sister to the confessor that had enslaved him, he changed the orders and instructed the guards not to kill her, but search for her and bring her to him – alive. He wanted her alive.

So many times, Isabelle had thought of committing suicide, but there was only one thing keeping her alive – just one thing.

She was the last of her kind and didn’t want to put an end to her race – at least, it shouldn’t happen by her own hand.

She was bold and fearless, but when it comes to the King, she was as scared as a cockroach. He was her greatest fear on earth, cause she knew how much they had hurt him, and she knew it wasn’t going to be funny if he ever gets her.

At that moment the confessors were his greatest enemy. And since she was the last confessor, she knew she was his greatest enemy.
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TBC.
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