章節 17: CHAPTER 17
Cinder Fall POV
*CRASH!*
"Woah, woah, calm down, Boss — "
"I'm not calming down, Mercury! Two perfect pawns, MIA, and even possibly dead after only 2 minutes of contact with their targets?!"
Cinder Fall said with rare anger as her subordinates took a few steps back to avoid being burnt to a crisp, fearful at her expressions while she started burning the surroundings with her Semblance.
Once she calmed down, Cinder Fall pressed her palm on her forehead and took a deep breath, simmering down before looking at her pawns.
"Mercury, Shade, take care of these Phantom Thieves... They are ruining the chessboard."
She growled as the second person in the room, Shade noted.
"No offense, Boss, but they took down Roman Gentleman Torchwick, the damn kingpin of Vale. I doubt we could do much."
The younger twin explained cautiously, with them both preparing to get hit by Cinder due to talking back, but surprisingly, she raises her prominent hand and exhales.
"... Yes, you are right. You two are not enough; we need more firepower to take them down. Leave. I need to do some thinking."
"... Huh, we didn't die."
"Shut up, dork!"
Mercury joked after they were ordered to leave, with only her remaining in the safe house that the Black patriarch kindly "gave" to her after his death.
She was about to explode in anger once more at the files in her sights, lying on the coffee table, but she repressed the anger. It will not do any good now; she must compose herself.
Grabbing the file once more, she opened it and analyzed it.
The blood of the two thieves was present in large volume, but no bodies were found. Scars of elemental Dust, bullets, and blades covered the rooftops of where they fought, but the more protruding discovery was the abundance of burnt marks, making her piece together that their bodies must have been incinerated...
She deduces that Daemon, the leader of the Phantom Thieves, from Roman's explanations, had the Semblance of pyrokinesis.
Though there was an interesting detail to note in this file, there were far too many bullet marks. From her understanding, only Roman and Daemon used firearms. The number of bullets fired in comparison to the amount of time that had passed before they went MIA was uncanny.
That means that there was another person in the fight. Yes, it makes sense now. There were two or more members of the Phantom Thieves in that fight; that was how they defeated the two pawns of hers who were Grade B-level Huntsmen, A at most.
She noted it in her mind before standing up. Now, she had to find another way to get Dust. Due to that, the Mount Glenn plan must be delayed now; she had to report back to her Queen about this development.
She clenched her fists as she calmed herself down, fearful of what her Queen would say to her now that plans had to be set back, while subconsciously raging at the pretense of her needing to bow down to another entity.
The Phantom Thieves will remember this transgression when she sees them broken beneath her feet before burning them to ashes.
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Roman Torchwick POV
"You are shitting me."
Roman Torchwick mutters in disbelief when he finally gets a face for the shadow thief that he just faced three hours ago.
They were currently in the attic of a coffee shop, with the two gentlemen thieves rolled up in bandages from the burns and damages they took. After all, Aura could only heal so much at a time.
A barista. A fucking, honest to the Gods, coffee barista.
He was losing his mind.
"Fuck! Neo, are you seeing this? We just lost to a damn coffee maker!"
Neo, however, had an impressed look on her face. Years of being her partner would give one person the ability to see and understand facial expressions easily.
But still, they just got wrecked by a kid younger than Neo!
"Well, yeah, that is impressive on its own, but dammit, our profits dropped by 27% because of a barista? This hurts my pride so much..."
"33%, actually, and I slowed down a bit this year, or else it would have been 49%."
Daemon, or Rin, when not donning his Phantom Thief clothing, corrects him after taking a sip of coffee from a coffee mug. Fuck, that was a lot of Lien that he would have lost; 27% already netted in the millions.
"Ugh, A barista that acts as modern-day Robin Hood. Hell, I think I've even gotten some coffee from Leblanc before. Neo, did you?"
Neo, using her Semblance, changed form into a blond-haired girl with sky blue eyes. She starts fluttering her eyelids at Rin, who takes a second before reacting with a finger snap.
"Oh, Jasmine. Iced vanilla mocha with extra whipped cream and a hot Americano with three shots of espresso. Yeah, you did order from us a few weeks ago and the next 3 days later."
His partner's face beamed at the recognition, as Roman just stared at the young man. That kind of memory was just...
"That is creepy."
"I know! He just knows everybody!"
The other Phantom Thief, Emerald, expressed her concerns as Rin rolled his eyes.
"Customer service, Emerald. To get customers' attention, one must think like a customer, and I'd love it if my barista remembered what coffee preferences I had."
The two started bickering amongst themselves, with Neo chipping in from time to time using a Scroll that Rin lent, using its text-to-speech function to butt into the conversation about customer privacy.
Kids are so annoying at times. He ignored the stinging pain in his body and reached for the cigarettes that Rin bought for him... For 300% of the original price. Cringing at the memory of paying thousands of Lien just to get a single stick, Roman lights it and sucks on it, feeling the dopamine.
"Sigh... At least we got out of that fire-pyromaniac's grasp."
Even if it meant throwing away their current identities and, in turn, becoming interns for the Phantom Thieves.
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"P-Please don't kill me! I-I'll give you anything! Money, women, exposure, anything!"
The doctor, wearing his crown, begged as he started scrambling to back up.
Daemon pointed his desert eagle, aiming at the doctor's skull, with his Persona looming behind them both.
"I've begged you to save my father; I even did as you told me to, going on my knees and begging in front of the whole hospital lounge for the hospital's publicity. And yet one of your nurses pulled the plug the second I couldn't pay just a few more thousand that were needed... And I'm sure even you, a doctor, know that you can't bring back the dead."
The flames of rebellion around his face rage on, creating an image of a blue-flamed demon with golden eyes from the point of view of the doctor. The "king" of his fortress squealed in fear as the barrel of the handgun touched his forehead, the cold steel causing the doctor to hyperventilate in fear.
"I — Y-You know that I needed to do that, I didn't have a choice! I already told you — I'm not the one — "
Daemon closes his eyes as the doctor drones on about the fact that it wasn't his decision, taking a calm breath.
"I know that you aren't the one who created this sick rule, it's your organization of greedy fuckers."
Daemon withdrew the pistol away from the doctor, who breathed a sigh of relief.
"T-Thank you — "
Black energy starts to secretly converge in the doctor's hidden pocket. In his mind, the doctor grinned arrogantly as he watched Daemon look at his pistol. Just a few more seconds...
"But you could have paid for the remaining thousand Yen from your own pocket, no?"
*BANG!*
"aaAAArgghh!"
The doctor puts his hand on the bullet wound in his stomach, gasping in pain as the gun repoints itself to his head.
"You were earning 10% of the profits that you've made. You get millions upon millions of Yen in your secret bank account monthly, so why? Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you help others like me?"
"I-I..."
"You know what you've done, you sick bastard. Exploiting the weak, sexually harassing both patients and staff members with threats, and abusing your power in this organization of yours with frequent killings."
Daemon said with a cold, calm tone as he stared into the fearful eyes of the doctor, his golden eyes glowing brighter and brighter, shining ominously in the dark and eerie fortress throne room.
"You... You are corrupt to the core. There is no point in releasing you back into the real world."
"W-Wait!"
"Thanks for being such scum. You've made this easier for the current me and for the future me."
*BANG!*
The body drops to the ground, the floor painted with a sickly fluid of red.
A second passes when suddenly a white substance flows from within the corpse and enters his demon mask. He could feel his Persona vibrate with power coursing through its veins.
*DUNNNN!*
An earthquake shakes the ground beneath him. He simply walks away from the throne room, his footsteps echoing around the palace.
He would not look back anymore; his path was clear in sight. There was no turning back; he had taken a life. And more will come.
They will all experience the flames of hell.
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