บท 51: Chapter 50 : The Forgotten Fodder (2/2)
"he was considered a saint, went all around the world to help-"
"I don't care if your a prince, a god, a king. Shut. the. fuck. up." Ajel gritted his teeth, the tattoo digging into his skin, threatening him to unleash its power.
"Very well then." Vincent grew bored before he briefly rolled his eyes and then looked towards Ajel, a hint of amusement smudged in his cocky smile." You look like you have a lot to ask me."
"Was Commander Lexus guilty? or did you frame him?"
Vincent's smile grew stronger, as laughter once more filled the room.
"Now, I'm not stupid enough to tell my plans to a person like you, but he abandoned his men, and that's all that he cared about. And those people were spies... spies from, you know just as well as I do, judging by their features."44
Dark brown hair and blue eyes, features of Demacian kids from the west, which is directly next to the capital.
"Demacian."
"Bingo." Vincent chugged another glass of wine, before chugging it down. Ajel noticed that there was no form of slur in his words, organised and precise, his next couple of words harshly regulated before they even floated into the words Ajel. "An organisation is exclusively training spies, to be politicians, spies, warriors.... nothing new. They are just a threat to the people of Noxus."
Wait.
Ajel's face remained calm on the outside before he asked a simple question.
"Do you know who they are run by?"
"Ah." Vincent gave a small smile. "I wonder what has gained the intrigue of you, Ajel. Perhaps something has reopened a small scar."
"I don't think you're dumb enough to realise that im a spy, Vincent." Ajel clicked his tongue in annoyance, as the young adult in front of him slowly put his wine glass down on the table and put his hands on his shoulders. "I'm not one for unknown variables. However, if it comes to a constellation to you, it is run by an elderly woman, somebody with the name of "senior."
Senior Gomez?
Ajel's face remained calm, as his improved poker face showed no flaws on the outside.
"My, my... Ajel you need to learn how to regulate your breathing." Vincent muttered. "Poker face may be useful, but your true inner thoughts are not just shown by that."
"Tell, me Vincent." Ajel eyes shone with a ray of interest. "When you speak about Noxus, there is no emotion in your voice. No love, no joy, no sadness, no sorrow.... no despair... who.... who are you?"
"I'm a political tool, an unloved bastard child of my father who forced himself onto a maid... I am not a prince and have nothing more than somebody running from my fate."
"You are running away from being a political tool? is that why you disguised yourself and hid away in the shadows?" Ajel clicked his tongue in realisation before Vincent only gave a small shrug.
"You seem to be mistaken. Vincent Darkwill does not exist anymore, he simply died on the way to Ionia. What was born from the remains of that innocent child, is a shadow that will swallow up his father, and lead Noxus to a glory age." Vincent's eyes were bathed in the golden glow of Avarice, but deep down behind all of these aspirations, Ajel saw an emotion that he had, which strongly burned more than anything.
He wanted recognition.
"In my two years of the Freljord, I realised something, Vincent." Ajel finally took the glass of wine, before feeling the liquid inside seep into his parched throat, sore from drinking nothing since yesterday. The taste was sweet but sour, tangy but mellow. "The Freljordian Demi-gods. They don't die, they don't age past their peak. Do you know how the only way to kill a god is?"
"Enlighten me." Vincent's eyebrow raised in intrigue at the sudden change of pace of the conversation, as he eagerly placed his elbow on the table before cupping his palm around his chin.
"They are forgotten."
"Incredible, so all of these stories I hear about heroes slaying demi-gods are using amnesia swords! what a revelation."
"I think I already know what you are planning to do, Vincent. But anyhow, care to give me an idea of what all of these gifts' true purposes are?"
"Just wanted to reward you-"
"Bullshit." Ajel lashed out with anger, as Vincent's eyes quickly became slits comparable to those of snakes.
"If you ever hear of me in a few years, you are always welcome to pop in for a cup of tea."
(AN: British people say Cuppa.)
"And help your revolutionary efforts?" Ajel shrugged his soldiers, causing Vincent to laugh, the laughter filling the room.
The endless change of personalities caused Ajel to get uncomfortable, as he shifted in his seat.
"You're an interesting guy, Ajel. That is why I decided to give you these valuable gifts, albeit being the previous prince of Noxus did have some interesting effects on my wealth, and that is why I was able to fund these goodies. But if you are going to deny eyepatch... I will give you something that will intrigue you more."
Vincent disappeared for a moment, before reappearing with a book.
"In the third box, you will find a manual for a boosted version of the body method you are currently using, which is the most basic one in Noxus."
"And the manual you are holding?"
"Why, Alchemy of course." Vincent threw it over onto the desk before Ajel retrieved it with all the other boxes.
"You're keeping the eyepatch?"
"A souvenir, unless you want it back, which I would happily hand back over to you."
"Nah, I'm not a prince anymore. I do not care for material possessions like that anymore. I will live a new life." Vincent raised his glass, as Ajel slowly raised his to meet it.
"I toast your success, Vincent."
"Thank you, Ajel." Vincent's eyes went dark, as he lowered his glass.
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