Marcus Triun - Part 23

I woke up, and looked before me, I was tied to a chair and my hand that got cut off was closed with towels , although the blood was slowly still dripping out of it. A shadow approached to me, it was Beshmendir .
Marcus:" You piece of...! You ...you just let a demon in....and let him k--..." Beshmendir blew me and my chair away with a force push, I flew directly up front to the wall so the chair broke and I fell on the ground, bleeding like a pig. He walked upon me and said :" Real gods do not feel pain, sorrow or any kind of feelings. We have to stay neutral, and that's why we had to kill one of your beloved ones, to see how you would react. You see, this was a test that you horribly failed." He kneeled, grabbed my neck and pulled me up , so he basically hold on to me so I was in the air with my legs. He took his other arm backwards and punched me so hard in the stomach I flew again against the wall. Beshmendir :" If you think you are worthy of becoming my apprentice, and learn how to be a real god, get over your emotions. Every damn one of them." I tried to get up, slowly getting on my knees and then on my legs. My hands were still stuck to two pieces of broken wood, I burned them with my arms. Marcus:"So...He actually didn't kill Fiona?" Beshmendir started to grin, and that grin suddenly turned into a laugh :"Ofcourse she got killed. A demon only could do something like that. " Marcus:"You monster!" Beshmendir:"Listen. As we ALL know, the world is in grave danger. If that guy did not tell about Fiona, you would've died because of his sword. This was all made, to actually see if you possesed the power we've been told, and it seems you are INDEED the chosen one. If sacrifices had to be made, like the demon and Fiona , it was for the greater good. And like you know Fiona, it wouldn't have mind her if it was for the greater good. " ...Marcus:"So.....She basically died for me, so I unlocked my powers and I could save the world?" Beshmendir:"Yes, and no. The true hero will be your brother, Athsodas. But, in his time of need you need to be at his side, to protect him from any harm. We are gods. We are guardians, and we are sworn to protect the people. And I command you, after you finished your training, you have to become the Guardian of your brother." Marcus:".....I see...I'll accept that fate. And just one little question, what was the hand cut-off for?" Beshmendir was looking to my hand, and then to my face :"It's for your next test, metal bending." Marcus:"Ho lord...."