One paid in redA Story by DeusExMachinimaA presentation of a character for a book.In the confines of the restaurant: The Golden Onion, the criminal mastermind, the
bosses of bosses, the supreme ruler of Relin’s underbelly sat at a table with
his family. Two daughters sat with him, both in their mid-twenties and both of
them with his sharp chin and slightly lighter skin tone. They ate a fine meal
of paper thin ham and a thick sauce made of mashed pears. A simple dish, but
then again, the Cadron of Relin had still habits from his vagabond years. A
violin played softly. “So
what have you done, my little princesses?” Cadron Raulicio asked his daughters. “Can
you please call us that, dad?” The younger one sighed over the table. Her
sister agreed, showing her sister her support by nodding. “Okay,
then. How was your day?” “Good,
I’m finished with my studies.” The
dinner continued until the sisters went off for their nightly escapades. The
Cadron stayed at the table checking some important notes and papers from the
rest of the criminal network. Something
had tipped the balance in the city and it had jerked some of the nets threads.
It wasn’t until it was too late that Raulicio noticed that the violin had
stopped. He
frowned. It was unusual that they stopped playing when it was night and
customers stormed in. It was then a man walked in. He must have woken
a disturbance among the guests, Raulicio thought as the man sat down. He
was thin and long, with the classical Sedorian look. His black hair was cut
short and his face was sharp with a small stub at his chin. The only thing off about him was his almond shaped eyes, which had had a faint orange glimmer to
them. The eyes had the clear symptoms of alchemical use. The pupils were shrunk
down to small grains. “Hello
my dear Cadron.” He said with a lingering, slithering voice, hoarse from the
use of alchemy. “What
are you doing here and who are you?” Raulicio said with a deep voice, originating
from his large abdomen. “Everything
has its own time doesn’t it? I’m here with a proposal.” “Well,
I won’t hear it. Take him out!” Two
women dressed in thick white blouses moved towards the man. But they froze in
place when two dark figures took hold of them. Short black blades were held
against their throats. “A-a-a,
I’m not finished.” The man said. “What great things one can do with your money.” “What
do you want?” The Cadron said through gritted teeth. The
man leaned forward, taking a stiletto from his pockets. The blade weren’t
longer than a finger and had the same black shade as the assassin’s. The man started
to speak while carving runes into the table’s soft wood. “There
will soon be changes around here. You understand? Big changes, changes that
will spill blood. During those changes, my…” The man laid his head to the side
for a moment, seemingly thinking. “…Employer wants your support.” “And
what if I refuse? What if I refuse to support the one taking MY money!?”
Raulicio screamed and rose up with a force astonishing for a man his age and
weight. He
too froze when an assassin held him in place. The man took a bread piece from
the table and walked towards Raulicio’s right side. “Then
I’ll annihilate you. Piece by piece.” The man illustrated by flinging away
crumbles from the bread, before bending over the criminal’s shoulder whispering
in the Cadron’s ear. “Till
you beg me to kill you.” He
walked away from the criminal boss and went out again, clapping his hands and
letting out a “Chop-chop”, before disappearing. As did the assassins and the
only one left in the room was the Cadron and his bodyguards. With his heart
beating faster and faster, Raulicio looked down at his hand and then towards
the table. The
man had cut the Cadron’s hand and painted the runes with it. At the table it
now stood: Il e
discerto el rougi. It
was ancient Mordeen for: “One paid in red.” A common reference to the last
Primordial God. © 2013 DeusExMachinimaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on January 1, 2013 Last Updated on January 2, 2013 Tags: villian, hitman, con-artist, con-man, assassin, dark, underworld AuthorDeusExMachinimaSwedenAboutMy real name is Isak or Isaac, if you prefer to spell it like that. I focus mostly on sci-fi, horror and thrillers. Well, I usualy end up mashing the genres together. I'm a cynical, and are consider.. more..Writing
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