Chapitre 3: Coin
Taking a deep breath, Zireael slowly began to soothe his raging fury as he closed his eyes, "Stamp whatever contracts are necessary and send him on his way. Wake me when he leaves." he commanded as his breathing began to grow even.
Nodding towards her, young Lord. Talia turned towards Eachann, handing him a few documents. Not bothering to read, Eachann sighed everything staring greedily at the midsize chest within Talia's arms.
Taking about an hour to finalize everything, Talia led Eachann out of Lord Blackwaters Estate before handing the midsize chest within her possession away. With a graceful bow, befitting her station, she turned to leave as the gates to her lord's estate closed on their own.
Coming upon her sleeping lord, a loving smile appeared upon her face as she poked his cheek, "Young Master, he is gone."
Watching the drool flow from his mouth, Talia giggled, "Lord Zireael, wake up!"
Groaning, Zireael slowly turned away, "Talia... hmmm, hire some of my men to kill Eachann. Aurelia possesses a divine body. I would rather no one knows that he sold her to me. Once they kill Eachann, you are to kill them. Make it look good. As for the Gold Coin, put it into Aurelia's future... what the devil do these mortals call it? Yes, allowance. That should be enough till she is fifteen."
Shivering in her boots at her lord's command, Talia gasped. "My lord, he is still her father; would that not force a rift between you two?"
"Maybe, but that's if she ever finds out, I gave the command to kill her father. Give Eachann a week or so before you end him. As for Aurelia, hire someone to teach her to read and Learn about this world."
"To what end, my lord? Why did you even take her in? It's not like you care about power; why care about some divine body?" Talia suddenly questioned, causing her master to lift his head.
Staring into his captivating silver eyes, an amusing glint flickered by, "Did I need a reason when I took you in? Your father, the King, was quite livid but still stood down. Stop your worry, and think of yourself sometimes. Word around town is that you have a fiance from the Broma empire."
"Mother's idea, no doubt." Talia barked, "That whore would ask me to spread my legs for a few coin. Why father even tolerates her is beyond me."
"Come now, girl. Why are you so glum? You have been following me for three years." Zireael whispered, his childlike body slowly being covered in dew under the moon-lit night, "You are more than capable of getting what you want."
Clenching her fist, a sharp glint flashed as she lowered her head, "you would suggest I kill her? My own mother?"
"Kill, poison, torture, possess. The possibilities are endless," Zireael hummed in response, "Your marriage could help this nation, or it can ruin it. Spread your legs like your mother wishes, or do as you please."
"You truly have not changed in the last three years." Talia mournfully song, "Zireael life is not so black and white. Even if she wrongs me, do you not think such a thing is over the top? She is my mother, for goodness sake. A simple talk regarding our differences would suffice."
SHooting his servent an amuse stare; the young boy chuckled before breaking out into pearly laughter, "Your differences? Girl, give me whatever you are taking. You must have some royal grade shit. "Zireael jeered, slapping his thigh as tears ran cold from his eyes.
Outraged by her master's outburst, but not shocked. Zireael, at least to her, was one of the darkest people she had ever met. She had long understood this 'thing' stuck in the body of a three-year-old was no child. He was a demon and a broken one at that.
There were weeks where he would simply break out in depraved cries. Months were all he would do was stare aimlessly out the window, and days were blood ran cold upon his estate. Those were the days Talia remained hidden within the dark cellars of his manner.
"Never anger him," That was the single warning her father gave her, and to this day, Talia had never dared to cross that line. Her master was unstable and insane.
"Good night, my lord." Talia indifferently whispered, taking her leave following a graceful bow towards her Young Master
"It's tragic, is it not?" Lord Blackwater suddenly asked with a chuckle towards the stagnant air, his gaze upon the crescent moon, " But Aurelia Morningstar, what will you do? Will you be the one, or will you break under my gaze?"
Arching his lips, a silver aura similar to flames began to glimmer from his small stature. Curling into a ball, a deep seething hatred began to pool from his bones as he shuttered. Clenching his arms, blood leaked from his skin as he clenched his teeth.
With the plague of memories clawing at his soul, the young boy grew still and silent. Be it the insect that covered his land, the city life of Valmor; all held their breath as a chilling wind pressed against their city.
Shutting his gaze, the silver flames upon his body began to fade away as tears flowed from his eyes. with the chilling winds upon his skin, the young boy closed his senses to the world, entering a realm of darkness. Laying defenseless within his estate, a dark light began to consume the boy wrapping his bare body in a blanket.
With a warm smile upon his teary face, Zireaeal truly entered a deep slumber for the first time in a long one. Taking note of its master's slumber, a faint glow flickered across the noble manner of Lord Blackwater when all of a sudden, hundreds of various runes began to appear connecting one another like a spider's web within the air.
Weaving into a work of art, the runes slowly fell into the ground, fading away from existence as silence consumed the House of Zireael.
"Tier Five Formation set. Lord Zireael safety confirms, " A mysterious robotic voice uttered from the depts of Lord Blackwaters estate, "Entering Sleep Mode."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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