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Sid Koe Jaice.
Something new i've recently been working on, might post more. Might not.
“So why come to me?” Jaice asked, as he twirled a thin dagger between his pale fingers, he studied the robed figure, who called himself Mighty, with cold glacier blue eyes whilst sat cross-legged on a wide throne like chair, that stood at the end of a once grand hall, his head cocked to the side thoughtfully, allowing strands of his thick copper hair to fall over his face.
“I thought of the best” Mighty said, his voice more of a hiss causing his words to link together and almost caress the air. Jaice stopped twirling the dagger and held it fondly between two fingers and thumb, studying its thin razor sharp blade. His cold eyes flicked up to Mighty as he spoke.
“And I always thought rael demons were proud creatures.” He frowned, looking back to the blade, apparently uninterested in the conversation that was taking place, he rested his head against the knuckle of his free hand. “Obviously I was wrong.” The rael gave an agitated hiss at being discovered and reached up with grey hands to lower his hood, Jaice couldn’t hide the wry smile that pulled at his pale lips at the sight of the rael’s face, some creatures of this world are truly gruesome to look at.
The rael’s face was skull like, he had black eyes sunken back into his head and narrow cheekbones, his lips were thin and the grey skin was stretched tightly over the skull shape. Jaice got the impression that if he split the skin with a knife it would explode apart, as it looked to be under immense pressure, like an elastic band pulled to breaking point.
“You assume such things yet you have no idea of what it is I want from you.” Mighty stood a few feet from Jaice, his shoulders held stiff with annoyance, his cloak appeared to be made from curls of black smoke.
“I’m an assassin, what else could you want?” Jaice said mildly as he weaved the blade between his fingers and gave his hand a small wave as if pushing aside Mighty’s apparently absurd statement. He took a deep breath before speaking again, with the raise of a thin eyebrow “ Unless you want to work under me, in that case I’m afraid all positions are taken.”
Mighty gave a small chuckle, at least that was what Jaice thought he was doing, it sounded more like he was rasping for air. “Wrong, I come not to ask of you, but to…order you.” He became more relaxed, he even managed to take out a grey hand and examine his gnarled black fingernails as he waited for Jaice’s response.
“Order me?” Jaice frowned, unsure whether to simply chuckle or break into hysterics, either way he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. Yet he straightened himself, no longer leaning on his hand, he found himself curious, maybe his day would prove interesting after all. “To do what exactly?”
“I’m a collector, what else could I want?”
Interested, Jaice uncrossed his legs and leant forward slightly “What do you collect?”
“Special people. Rare beings.”
“I’m touched, are my skills seriously that well known?”
“It’s not because of what you do. It’s what you are. “
Jaice felt his stomach tighten, of course there was no way that the rael could know, but it worried him, although such worry didn’t show on his face, he kept it impassive as he spoke, feigning ignorance “I’m an ordinary dark mortal”
“I think you’re lying, Mika is he lying?” he looked over his shoulder and Jaice suppressed a string of curses when a minx appeared behind him, having remained invisible throughout their discussion. She had bright orange hair and large purple eyes, her skin was pale and she wore a tight black suit over her dainty body. She grinned, bearing a row of sharpened white teeth. Jaice, for a second, found himself drawn to those eyes as he noticed the shades of lilac and pink twisted with the depths of the deep purple, like a whirl pool of rich colour and darkening secrets pulling him closer as if he were about to fall and never return to this land or move to the next he… a second gone and Mika looked away from him, releasing him from her. Jaice blinked several times, as if returning from a daze, he looked around and found himself standing, half way across the room, facing the large oak doors. He turned slowly, his hand going to his belt to retrieve his Drenae, a thick blade with words of the ancients scripted up the side. His breath caught in his throat when he found it missing.
“You see! You are special!” Mighty clapped his hands, his face twisted into a joyous expression. “Any dark mortal would have been under my Mika’s spell until she let them go, yet you,” he paused “your subconscious fought her mind away!”
“I’m nothing more than a farmers son turned rouge, I assure you.” Jaice forced a smile, so far he had succeeded in keeping the anger from his voice, although trickery wasn’t something he took lightly.
“Swear it, swear it on the names of the ancients and I shall leave here, without harming you, Isi demin” I promise. Jaice sighed, if only he could, but to lie in the words of the ancients was not possible, and to swear on the names of the ancients using their words was to sign a pact with Bahkranum that if broken would cost him his life.
Jaice sighed and readjusted his position, bending his knees slightly and pulling up the sleeves of his grey shirt. “And I was so hoping to have a pay day.”
Mighty gave another raspy chuckle “You must know how special you are, to take on a rael and a minx is quite a feat”
“How could I not know?” Jaice smirked.
“It must be awful for you, being the last of your kind.”
Jaice faltered, letting a growl slip through his lips. He mentally cursed and forced himself to press his lips together to retain the insults that would ruin everything, showing your opponent your true emotions would allow them to play you like a card. Mighty smirked.
“You are a fool if you think you can escape Mika.”
“Will you swear it?” Jaice taunted, perfectly mimicking the rael’s voice.
Something flashed through Mighty’s eyes before he bared his black teeth.
Mika giggled and took a few steps forward on light feet, she gave a small twirl, her skirt spread out around her and then fell back to lay around her thin thighs. She smiled at Jaice, her teeth no longer sharp but perfectly aligned and pure white. She blinked a few times and then caught his eye. This time Jaice was ready, he quickly threw up a barrier around his mind. “Come here.” she ordered, her voice slick and sweet like honey. Jaice didn’t let his surprise show on his face could it be possible that she didin't know? He wandered briefly before walking slowly towards her, he kept his eyes clear of any acknowledgement. Her eyes became greedy and filled with longing as her teeth sharpened, she held out his dagger, “Spill your blood.” Jaice took the dagger and held it to is throat.
He growled and sliced the dagger towards her but she danced away from him, her eyes showing an amount of comprehension that Jaice couldn’t understand. She closed her mouth with an audible snap and circled him, Jaice turned following her movements, it was then that he traced his eyes over Mighty and noticed the hilt of his Drenae protruding from the wispy folds of his cloak. He flicked his gaze back to Mika and found that she had gone. Disappeared. Jaice gave a smooth turn searching the room, he spotted a disturbance in the air a few feet from him and ducked under her arm as she swung, he purposely fell back, holding himself on his hand he swept his feet under her, taking out her legs. She fell and he was able to see her again, she sneered as she raised herself to her feet. “Mesath arlaerah” she whispered, then laughed “Not any more.”
Jaice jumped to his feet “Some of those powers still adorn me.” He smiled when her eyes grew wide, “You did not foresee that?”
“They are hidden.”
Jaice nodded “Yet I can still draw upon them.” He moved to the side, towards Mighty, his speed almost unseen. Mighty tried to block but Jaice was too fast, easily slipping his hand into the cold folds of the cloak and pulling his sword free. He whirled holding it in front of him a smile curling one corner of his mouth. He saw the realisation in Mika’s eyes as the script up its side began to glow a vivid orange.
“Drenae!” She exclaimed “The blade of the arlaerah.”
Jaice chuckled as he stepped forward “You can’t escape this” he whispered “Frelahk jahk quasai” he read the script, activating the words of the ancients, black flames began to curl off of the sword as he fed them with his energy. He caught a smile on the minx’s face, her eyes lit with such mild hope that he found himself hesitating. Before he could advance a sharp pain hit his back and then skittered through his body, Jaice growled, he knew this pain, a rael sting, a poisonous rael sting. He turned slowly, his blackening eyes focusing on Mighty. “You coward.” He hissed.
“Mika did not warn me of this, I figured that to cheat would be my only option.” Mighty didn’t smile, “You will die with me tonight.” Jaice cried out in both pain and anger as he sent a blast of energy into his sword, causing the flames to rage viciously, reaching out towards Mighty, yearning for his death they pulled Jaice’s attention from Mika. Jaice held the sword to the side, letting it’s tip scorch the floor, he let out a roar of anger and power as he ran towards the rael dragging the tip of the sword along the floor leaving a deep crack in its wake. He brought the sword up and slashed it towards Mighty letting the blade whistle through the air so that the demon could hear his death as well as feel it within every cell of his rotten body. As the rael fell Jaice felt a sharp pain stab at his legs, he stumbled backwards, the sword returning to its usual state, he fell landing heavily on his back, the paralysis in the rael’s poison already taking hold of his body. He tilted his head to watch the blood pool around Mighty’s corpse as Mika appeared beside him; he tried to pull himself up, finding that his legs didn’t work, no mental preparation was necessary, he had been waiting for his death for over one hundred years.
“You have freed me, and for that I will not be the one to kill you.” she gave a stunningly perfect smile as she crouched by him. “Besides I could become rich from sharing the knowledge of what you are.” She giggled and pulled a silver pen from her pocket, not a pen Jaice realised as he struggled to move himself a reas, Reas are special objects used to write the words needed to activate a blood script one end is viciously pointed the other in the shape of a blunt pencil, Mika pierced the skin of her palm with the pointed end and let it bleed for a moment before dipping the other end into her blood. She held Jaice’s cheek as she wrote something onto his forehead “Trelah alati ” forget me, she said the words to activate them and Jaice was allowed a moment of realisation before his eyes closed and he lost consciousness.
Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time.
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