It had been some months that such a prominent target had required his attention.
In the early months of the new order it had been a daily occurrence, but now the Law of the Eyes had filtered down into the fabric of everyday life, infractions were rarer these days. Only fools decided to play games, especially now the name had landed across his desk.
It was easy to find this magister Giles. Their habits unchanged, exuding foolish defiance, undaunted by the consequences of their actions, their inability to adapt to the order of things. Mal inhaled deeply through his mask, eyes carefully studying his prey from the shadows with an air of boredom. This had to be his dullest hunt in a decade. Mal’s masked visage may as well be his true identity, it was rarely lowered outside of his own estate and the Archon’s presence. Even the guards at the entrance had tensed as he’d swept through hours earlier. It was not unknown that the Eyes were in attendance among the help, yet their lips remained tightly sealed from releasing that tit bit until necessary.
Everyone at the soiree seemed to know Giles was dead besides the soon to be corpse himself. Hiding himself had been pointless after that and Mal took to enjoying some short comfort in a chair, turned in a way that the gullible idiot would walk past into the room fully before noticing the Chancellor. Every extra minute that passed however, wore at Mal’s patience, the line of his brow growing heavier and deeper as this inconsiderate whelp took his sweet time and when he finally did, this was when Mal decided the roof was now the perfect place for their conversation to continue.
It was an easier way to dispose of the body too. One swift kick to the chest was all it took, Mal’s back turning on the idiot the moment he heard the crash and clang with the eventual heavy thud followed by a scream. Quickening his steps he’d traverse the rooftop to the far end, work his way down to ground level to mingle briefly with a gawking group of servants and gentry, seeming to have only just arrived before the awful events, simply awful... before enquiring about the ongoing soiree.
[color=#ff851b]“I always seem to arrive at these things at the worst time, honestly. No. I simply refuse to entertain this nonsense. Have them clear up the mess and let us enjoy the indoors, yes? I'm certain the servants will handle this promptly.” [/color]
In the early months of the new order it had been a daily occurrence, but now the Law of the Eyes had filtered down into the fabric of everyday life, infractions were rarer these days. Only fools decided to play games, especially now the name had landed across his desk.
It was easy to find this magister Giles. Their habits unchanged, exuding foolish defiance, undaunted by the consequences of their actions, their inability to adapt to the order of things. Mal inhaled deeply through his mask, eyes carefully studying his prey from the shadows with an air of boredom. This had to be his dullest hunt in a decade. Mal’s masked visage may as well be his true identity, it was rarely lowered outside of his own estate and the Archon’s presence. Even the guards at the entrance had tensed as he’d swept through hours earlier. It was not unknown that the Eyes were in attendance among the help, yet their lips remained tightly sealed from releasing that tit bit until necessary.
Everyone at the soiree seemed to know Giles was dead besides the soon to be corpse himself. Hiding himself had been pointless after that and Mal took to enjoying some short comfort in a chair, turned in a way that the gullible idiot would walk past into the room fully before noticing the Chancellor. Every extra minute that passed however, wore at Mal’s patience, the line of his brow growing heavier and deeper as this inconsiderate whelp took his sweet time and when he finally did, this was when Mal decided the roof was now the perfect place for their conversation to continue.
It was an easier way to dispose of the body too. One swift kick to the chest was all it took, Mal’s back turning on the idiot the moment he heard the crash and clang with the eventual heavy thud followed by a scream. Quickening his steps he’d traverse the rooftop to the far end, work his way down to ground level to mingle briefly with a gawking group of servants and gentry, seeming to have only just arrived before the awful events, simply awful... before enquiring about the ongoing soiree.
[color=#ff851b]“I always seem to arrive at these things at the worst time, honestly. No. I simply refuse to entertain this nonsense. Have them clear up the mess and let us enjoy the indoors, yes? I'm certain the servants will handle this promptly.” [/color]
03-29-2024, 05:13 PM
