The Pentagram Child: Part 1 (Afterlife Saga Book 5) by Stephanie Hudson Read Free Book Online

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    “But of course, ‘men of the waves’, one of the Ronin… pray tell me my son, how did you manage to ensnare him in your powerful clutches?” I growled at his pointless questioning of times long past. Why my father always had this maddening effect on me I couldn’t fathom but I knew it had something to do with his endless questions about my time on the central plane. Curious was too simple a word to describe my fathering blood bearer.
    “He committed seppuku at my request.” At this my father smiled, just loving the dark side to any story.
    “Oh such loyalty… to fall on one’s sword until disembowelment, I wonder though at their last thoughts.” He said looking thoughtful pushing up his bottom lip momentarily.
    “It is part of the Samurai Bushido honour code and one he took gladly knowing what I had in store for him in his next life…now are we going to fight, old man or do you wish me to regale you of all my council’s tales of woe and how they came to be?” I said crossing my arms and leaning back on one of the wooden pillars that were spread out throughout the room.
    “Now, now, Dominic there is no need to be so touchy...I brought you in here for a fight and a fight I shall indeed give you!” He finished by throwing me a sword, one he had taken from the box. I caught the sword and for a moment I was stunned at what I now beheld in my grasp.
    “This…why, this is a Masamune sword.” I almost stuttered in my awe. I was not lying when I told Keira that day of my passion for collecting weapons.
    “It is not only a Masamune sword but the Masamune sword.” My father said in pride causing my head to shoot up from staring at its perfection.
    “Surely you jest? It can’t be the…”
    “It is the one and only Honjo Masamune.” I couldn’t help but gasp, even though I suspected it the moment my skin made contact.
    “So this is where it has been hiding.” My father smirked as he took his own sword and released it slowly from its encasing.
    “This is where it is waiting , not hiding.” He counteracted.
    “Do you know how long I have been searching for this sword?” I asked him barely concealing my irritation.
    “Quite a while, I imagine.”
    “You imagine right, now explain yourself!” I snapped.
    “Careful Dominic, you are in my domain now and here I rule!” My comeback was a confident smile as I took in the evidence that I’d finally started to crack his armour of indifference.
    “Yes and maybe you’re losing your edge.”
    “Ah my child, now you start to show your own weakness in your need for this fight…did my soldiers really do so little for you?” He came to stand opposite me and all at once he and I were clothed in Japanese robes better suited for fighting.
    “They were nothing, barely even an appetiser.” I responded pulling out my own blade, taking beautiful note of some of the old battle scars the sword held. I grinned bringing it up closer to my face before resting it at my side in a ready stance, thinking it was only to be expected when you were over 700 years old.
    We started to circle each other slowly making a meal out of who would be the first to break in battle.
    “And your own Samurai?” I asked nodding to his weapon.
    “Fudo Masamune and one of the few signed by the man himself.” Again I was impressed. My eyes widened as I realised this fight was more evenly matched in more ways than one.
    “My sword’s brother, and no less than two five body blades fighting against each other.” I said referring to the highest measurement that can be considered for such a weapon, as to slice through five bodies in one isn’t an easy feat to accomplish.    
    “Vincent would be jealous indeed.”
    “Now that I would like to see, my Angelic son does tend to keep his emotions in check doesn’t he and so like his mother.” I nodded in agreement and waited for the first move I knew would be not be long in coming.
    “Rules still stand, we fight as men.” I said this