The Search for the Maou: Sequal to Yuri`s Past

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When Wolfram opened the door, or rather when he rammed it open, he looked around franticly to see what had made the occupant of the room scream like that. When he found nothing, he looked to the bed and found Greta tossing and turning, having a nightmare.

Wolfram approached the bed quickly followed by Conrad and Gwendolyn. Reaching out his hand, Wolfram gently touched Greta’s head. He then followed that action with calling her same softly and gently. That didn’t work; just like it didn’t work with him. The then shook her shoulder a little; that didn’t work either. He then resorted to shaking her shoulder a little rougher. That woke her up. She sprang up in bed. Looking around franticly and breathing hard; her gaze landed on her second father and her uncles. Taking a deep breath to try to calm down helped a little, but not enough. Wolfram carefully reached out again, his hand haven been wretched away when Greta had sprung up in bed. He gently took her into his arms, sat down on her bed, and slowly started rocking her back and forth in his embrace.

Wolfram’s brothers joined Greta and him, and sat down on the bed next to them. Gwendolyn and Conrad both reached out their hands as well and touched her. Conrad put a comforting hand on Greta’s back and Gwendolyn put his hand on her shoulder. Talking to her quietly all three brothers tried to comfort her and find out what scared her so much at the same time. The words didn’t need to be understood to bring comfort to the crying princess.
When Greta had calmed down some, and she was able to think clearly she proceeded to take a deep breath and; then she in a shaking voice said; “I saw Yuri papa crying in his room. His body hurt and was beaten up. His lip was bleeding. There is a man standing over him He has rope in his hand. Then I saw Yuri papa put his head down. He was chained to a wall, like in a dungeon. When papa Yuri brought his face back up his eyes were darker; but he didn’t say anything to the man standing over him asking questions. You woke me up before anything else happened.”
When she was finished speaking, the three brothers looked at her shocked. They looked at each other because they didn’t know what to think. They couldn’t very well tell her that they thought her father could be getting raped right now wherever he is. They did the only thing that they could; they consoled her silently by patting her on her head and back. Gwendolyn produced a teddy bear from nowhere and gave it to Greta. It didn’t matter that it didn’t matter that it didn’t look like a teddy bear, it looked a small pig standing up. Accepting the teddy bear, Greta was again being rocked in Wolfram’s arms; fell asleep. When she was breathing evenly which indicated that she was asleep; Wolfram laid her down on her bed and covered her up with a pink blanket-quilt of the Disney princesses that Yuri had brought over from earth for her birthday.

When they were sure that Greta was covered and safe, the three brothers excited the room. In the hallway they looked at each other. They were uncomfortable with what Greta described. They thought that the dream that she was having was the same as the one that Wolfram had. They discussed what to do. They agreed that they would talk to the rest of the family first to explain the dreams both Wolfram and Greta had to the rest of the family. They would decide what to do from there. They headed to their mother’s room and knocked on the door. When she answered the door she was in her sleepwear. She still looked as beautiful as ever, even thought she had just woken up from a pleasant dream.
When Lady Cheri had opened the door she didn’t t expect to see all three sons at her door, however she was expecting a letter from her newest lover. When she saw the expressions on her sons` faces, she didn’t know what to expect. The three brothers asked their mother to come to the family room in five minutes; they had news on the king. The brothers then split up and went to wake up the great sage; Murata, then Gunter and Yozak, and Gisera was found returning to her chambers and asked if she wanted to attend the meeting they were organizing now to inform everyone who was in the room during the letter reading of the new news that just happened. She said that she wanted to and then she followed Conrad who found to the family room. When they got there everyone except Greta was there. Yozak was sitting at the table, Gunter next to him on the right and next to Gunter was Gwendolyn; next to Gwendolyn was Wolfram, next to Wolfram were four empty chairs. The first two next to Wolfram were reserved for Yuri and Greta and the next two Gisera and Conrad took. When everyone was seated Wolfram began talking. He informed everyone at the table about his dream giving every detail that he could. He then informed them of Greta’s nightmare dream. They didn’t know if the dreams Wolfram and Greta had were of the past or the future. They never experienced something like that before. They for a time speculated what the dreams could mean. They didn’t yet know that what father and daughter experienced was both the past and the present or the future. They all spent some more time talking before going to bed.

When Wolfram had retired to the bedroom, after he had posted guards at his daughter’s door as well as his own; he changed into one of Yuri’s shirts and crawled into his and his king’s bed. The bed felt lonely without Yuri there next to him. He reached out and grabbed Yuri’s pillow then hugged it to himself. That helped him fall asleep.
In his dream; Wolfram saw a war going on in both worlds. There was that man from the dream there as well. He was standing over a dead Yuri laughing like a maniac. The next image that he saw was his precious daughter lying in her bed with blood dripping out of her. The scene that followed that one was shocking as well. His mother, his brothers, Yozak, Gisera, and Gunter in the family room were all dead with blood surrounding their bodies. It was dried and by the looks of it they had been dead for a long time. When Wolfram saw that he began to scream and then proceeded to run out the room. He followed the hallway littered with bodies. He ran until he saw the devil in the form of the man from the dream. He still hadn’t connected that the man in the dream is in fact the same man from the letter that Yuri wrote to him. He then heard a voice call his name, it was his mother. That scared him to hear his mother’s voice form the dead or what he assumed to be the dead. The voice was in fact coming from somewhere far away.
He was suddenly jerked to the real world. The gore he saw in fact was part of a dream. He looked around in a panic because of what he saw in the dream. His gaze was everywhere at one time his head spinning so fast he felt dizzy. His gaze finally landed on the person who roused him awake and was now standing in front of him. There were other people coming in as well. When everyone had assembled into his room he looked at them not knowing why they were all there. The person who woke him gently touched his face, it was his mother. She had been walking he castle because she couldn’t sleep and so had been checking in on her sons when she heard the scream. When she had opened the door she had found her youngest tossing and turning, screaming and crying all at the same time. She had rushed to him to wake him up and had been trying for at least ten minutes when he finally woke up as she screamed his name. Her voice had finally reached him.
Lady Cheri had been taken aback when her son had sat up so suddenly panting and gasping as if he had run a marathon; she had taken an involuntary step back causing her to bump into Conrad. When she had bumped into Conrad stepping back it had caused her to jump three feet into the air. She turned around to check who she had bumped into when she stepped back. She had not noticed that there was anyone else in the room. She took a look around the room to see who else was there. Apparently when she had left the door opened Wolfram’s screams had reached Greta’s room. She had trouble sleeping well since Yuri disappeared. Gwendolyn and Gunter were there as well. Murata however was not. He had been spending his time at the temple recently. He would hear about this later at breakfast.

When she returned her gaze to Wolfram he had been joined by Greta. She had climbed onto the bed and right now she seemed like she was planning on spending the rest of the night with Wolfram in Yuri’s bed. Wolfram did not seem to mind. In fact he seemed to take comfort in it. This caused Lady Cheri to smile. The first smile since Yuri has gone missing. Her smile however left her sons befuddled. They didn’t know what could cause their mother to smile. They in turn gave her a look to express their confusion.
Greta and Wolfram had seen the smile as well and wondered about it. Greta asked why she was smiling; Lady Cheri kept smiling and replied that she was just happy to see the two of them are ok even with the dreams that they were experiencing. She had found comfort in the fact that they were all there together for the most part. She was sure that between them they would find Yuri and the one who abducted Yuri and, they would make that person pay come hell or high water.
They all stayed talking together for a half more hour. It was three in the morning when everyone returned to their beds to find restless sleep. When morning came the hunt would begin again. They would search again looking for the king.

Greta and Wolfram had no more nightmares of Yuri and what happened and what could happen that night. That is not to say that the dreams were over; no the worst was yet to come. They didn’t know that then that when night fell once again that Wolfram would have the worst dream by far. Greta would have a similar dream to what she did before. Wolfram had several more dreams to come. One of the worst ones; and perhaps of the best ones; nobody knew what was to come. They would just have to take what they could get. For that night however they would sleep restlessly and wake up earlier than usual to begin the day; to begin the hunt again.
The next morning at breakfast everyone was half asleep due to their restless night. Günter tried to lighten the mood by joking, it didn’t work. Everyone if possible looked more miserable. Conrad blamed himself for Yuri’s disappearance. The rest of the family said that he didn’t have a reason to blame himself; nobody knew what the king went through in their childhood. Nobody could have imagined it with the way he acted around everyone. They knew that when the king returned that they would all do what they could to apologize to him in their own way. Wolfram would apologize for calling him a wimp all the time and hounding him for not wanting a relationship because he was a boy. Greta knew that she didn’t appreciate her Yuri papa enough and she would try to fix that when Yuri returned. Gwendolyn would try to be nicer to the king and Gunter would try to restrain his over affections toward the king, try being the operative word.
When breakfast was done, Lady Cheri grabbed Greta and then proceeded to take a walk around the Castle grounds. During their walk the found many of the guards were not taking the king’s absence well either. They all seemed gloomier. They were used to being greeted by the king early in the morning during his run with Conrad. They were just used to having the king’s cheerfully greet them and give them notice. They knew that the king respected his nights as well as the commanders under him. They also knew that they were lucky because not many kings respected the workers and lower officers. Their king truly had respect for everyone which in turn earned him the respect of everyone.

Lady Cheri had stopped to chat with a few of the soldiers and she could see the sadness in their eyes. They missed their king. Greta as young as she was also saw that they were taking her father’s absence hard. She wanted to cheer them up, and just them but everyone that was affected by her father’s absence. She wanted to remind them of what a soldier stood for and that they didn’t need a king to make a difference. They alone could make their own difference; and if they all stood together they could find her father. She came up with a plan to help cheer them up. She didn’t know if it would work but she would give it a try, if not for her family then for the people who missed their king dearly and wanted him back home with his family and with his people. With that thought in mind she started one her plan.
Meanwhile, in a desolate place, there was a person dealing with their own troubles. This person wasn’t happy by any stretch of the imagination. This person was in fact feeling defeated at the present. This person’s body was in bad shape. It seemed like food was a foreign concept to this person. This person’s features seemed in poor health. This person was in fact tired, miserable, hungry, and overall downright wretched.
This person had been away from home for a long time how long though the person didn’t know. In this place the person that was locked in this dark dungeon like room didn’t know anything anymore. There was little comfort in what this person overheard. What this person overheard was not likely to bring comfort to anyone that was not deranged in some way.

The still unknown abductor was one such person full of malice and hate. He was out for revenge and death, but a little torture never hurt anyone was the way this person functioned. He had a captive to get even with. His captive was currently chained to a brick wall that looked like it could have been used as a dungeon in the old days, it probably was but the malicious person didn’t care. It served its purpose now, which is all he cared about. Well that and revenge.
This malicious person had survived a killing blow years before. While it is true that he is the only survivor of that incident, he didn’t escape without some major scars. He had burns all over his face and when one first looked at him, they would feel the need to retch right then and there. This person might also have had scars on the rest of his body but one would never know because he kept it covered up.
When this person escaped last time; he roamed all around gathering followers again who were just as twisted and unsavory as him. He had been able to build an army again by releasing criminals from jail to work for him. The payment was three square meals a day, murder, rape, and overall chaos. Most of the criminals he sprung from jail had a history of rape, murder, and such serious crimes like that. They fit right in with him. He busted them out and he was not found out yet. In fact as far as he was concerned he was a genius.
The person he kept prisoner would argue otherwise. The prisoner would say that he was a lunatic who deserved to be put down for what he has done. The prisoner knew what the abductor had done. The abductor had spilled his beans unknowingly one night when he was drunk off his rocker. His abductor had slaughtered families for not other reason than he wanted to get even with the world because he failed long ago to accomplish his goal using the boy that he held captive for two years. He broke criminals out of jail to work for him. He raped young boys and girls because he loved young untied bodies. He got the young girls he abused pregnant and then killed them and returned them to their families using the police to deliver the bodies back to the girls’ parents.

The young boys he raped raw until they either killed themselves or he killed them. He had also taken their male anatomies as trophies. The prisoner was shown a case full of young boys’ penises that had been cut off by the monster that now held him prisoner. The prisoner had to wonder what would happen to them. Would the prisoner lose his manhood? Would the prisoner be raped? The prisoner didn’t have the answers but someone did; whether the person with the answer was the lunatic or if it was someone else. One thing for sure someone had the answer and the prisoner wanted that answer because it could very well save the prisoner’s life.