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(Athul, Drayfus, open)
Dark Master within, I will fight for you
Dark Master of sin, now my soul is yours
Dark Master, my guide, I will die for you
Dark Master inside…
A chuckle came from the damned elf as he read the note brought by the griffon. Drayfus hadn't truly expected the rebels to surrender, although he had thought that perhaps Morgan would have something to say to him. Apparently not. But, then, she'd had a bit of a falling-out with her Rebel friends. It should be easy to defeat them now that their greatest asset was gone. He owed his thanks to whoever it was that had angered the fae enough for her to leave.
After all, what did they have left? A handful of elves and half-elves. A few soldiers here and there. One dragon that couldn't stand up to his master's magic. Morgan had taken all of her allies with her, most likely, which meant that the dragon Rahzoor was no longer a threat.
Drayfus grinned, his black eyes studying the letter with icy resolve. There was nobody to stand before them now on that front. The only people left were the fool Roheir and his stupid lieutenants, who trusted Athul and himself implicitly. As far as Drayfus knew, he would be allowed to deal with the lesser creatures, although he wasn't sure what they were doing about Roheir. Possibly Athul planned to leave him in power as a front, to cover up their own actions. After all, nobody would know who killed the one called Tricorin..
There!
Drayfus stepped into the darkness out of the torchlight he'd been in, watching. He could see the wolf crouched nearby, eyes glittering thirstily in the light. The dark elf drew the small knife that he carried at his side and stepped behind a corner, watching.
A human male, drunk and singing. Stupid. He carried no weapon and had no idea that Drayfus was there. Of course, Drayfus could probably step out in front of the fool and stab him and none the wiser. It was, however, much easier and less risky to wait until the man Tricorin turned the corner.
A knife flashed in the dark. Drayfus clamped a hand over his victim's mouth, grinning sharply at the smell of blood. Tricorin was dead in an instant, with no witnesses and..well, it was obviously a suicide.
Drayfus dropped the knife from his gauntleted hand, letting it fall beside the body on the ground. Fell on his own knife. They thought he was a drunken fool, but he really had inner calamities..
Don't we all.
One down, two to go. Regid, Akhe. For now he was only allowed to kill this one. After all, it was rare that four suicides and accidental deaths happened in one night.
A shadow slipped into the night, followed closely by a demon wolf who crept around the body. No footprints, no witnessess.
I cannot see his face
But I could feel his spite
A presence from the dead
Abandoned by the light
This shadow will consume him
from within
The next night it was Regid who fell..an accident, over the walltops and down the hill into the moat. Nobody saw who did it, but a single soldier told dark rumors of a ghost that came out of nowhere.
A ghost with a sharp blade, and a push from a high tower. A wolf that crept behind him in the darkening light, with eyes like blood. Rebel assassins, he said.
But nobody believed him. The Rebels were too special and holy to make use of a hired killer..and there was nobody among them that was that good. And besides that, the soldier was obviously crazy. After all, did he not drink wormwood? A glass bottle was found empty beside him as he slept at his guard post by the slave pens.
The penalty for sleeping on watch is death.
This power that I sense
The rage behind those eyes
Is just a shrouded ghost
A spirit sealed inside
The body and the soul both threats
For they are one
The storm took Akhe as the guard captain walked the walltops - a stroke of lightning from the sky above, followed by a clap of thunder. The rain finished the job, drowning the man in armor before anyone noticed his fall. And, of course, there was nobody on the rooftop above as a shadow slid off, the power from a spell crackling from it like lightning. Even a skilled magician had trouble with calling the power of the gods..the electricity..out of a storm. It was likely to backfire, even more likely than Greek fire or an arquebus even. Drayfus was lucky.
Or, perhaps, the blood-fueled look in his eyes drove off even the lightning from striking him. It was barely light, but it seemed that even the steel of his rapier gleamed less in his presence.
It could, of course, just be his near vicinity to Athul the necromancer. Nobody noticed the bodyguard, Drayfus Caholain, as he strolled up the stairs with the thunder rolling outside, followed by his tame wolf. It was no suprise to see the elf in the necromancer's tower, speaking to his master in hushed tones. 'Black magic,' the soliders would mutter when they saw the two. It was widely known that Caholain was the apprentice of Athul, or even a demon called from hell to serve the black mage.
Three knocks on the door heralded his presence, before elf and wolf slipped into the room one after the other. The door closed, pushed by the toe of Drafyus' boot, before he strolled over to the necromancer. His master was reading something, writing in a book. Working on one of his projects..a big one this time, one that Athul had been working on the last few weeks.
Athul's back was turned, but Drayfus knew he'd been sensed. There was no need to say who he was.
"I am done."
The voice was as cold and emotionless as usual, unless there was a tone of pleasure in it. It could never be said that Drayfus Ascurended did not enjoy his work. He was the shadow of death.
It's time for your reckoning.
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The Shadow of Death
