Chapter 2: Well deserved doses
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Chapter 2: Well deserved doses
Genesis Mikaelis
Magenta was a deceiver. It's own color was unsure to itself. Varying from dark pink to dark purple the enchanting color was the perfect example of a traitor.
They were deceivers. Hiding in the roots of other colors. Claiming to be pink yet pronounced as purple.
The thing about traitors was that they tried too hard. The thing that made their mission around me unsuccessful was that nobody except them would want to be close to me.
They'd always tried to convince me they actually enjoyed my presence and because even I hated my presence I'd pay close attention and like magenta sooner or later the true color was exposed.
C8 was speaking. It was like the color pink. It stood out. It's sounded the highest of all keys on a piano.
Going at 4186 Hz when my little finger pressed it.
88 keys and the lowest in the music note is A. It was the color black. Calm steady, sufficient.
The fingers pressed away on my piano. Playing according to the song in my head. I enjoyed the sounds the keys played together made, whilst Naimanh trembled on the ground.
Perhaps it was the fact that I hadn't dealt with him since he was knelt down by my side and played away instead.
Naimanh was magenta. Don't get me wrong I rather liked magenta but nobody liked a dose of their own medicine.
Pretending to be my man-servant but was a spy instead, I didn't know what key was comparable to Naimanh.
He seemed young, and calm faced, for anybody else it would be hard to believe that he could ever be a traitor but to me it only made the possibility more alive.
I swayed to the music I played, seated on my piano bench.
The music came to an end with the lowest key.
My lips parted, there was a necessary silence before I turned to Naimanh.
His green face had turned beet red. His ears twitching in fear and.....anticipation. Trolls were rather dubious creatures.
I placed my elbow on the piano and rested my chin on my hand, staring at him. Amusing, normally in literary work he would be the least expected person that had done it.
But in this case the troll did it, it reminded me of the a novel I'd read, titled the Butler did it, the mystery in it had me hooked.
Even though my face was contorted into a frown I knew very well there was a small grin on my face.
And that made Naimanh even more shaken up. I'd come to learn that my presence itself caused a certain chill.
Hades had named it the chill of death, unlike most seraphim my aura was different, courtesy of the birth gift from Thanatos.
Naimanh's neon orange eyes swirled with shattered emotions. He feared for his life....
"Naimanh..." I slurred, tormenting him even more, since that was all I said.
He wanted me to speak. To yell even.
I sighed. "What I'm I going to do with you Naimanh Horgart?" I said, and my slight confusion was true.What would I do with him?
"Do I kill you? Use you as Intel for whoever sent you?"
"Nobody sent me?!" He was quick quip wanting me to quickly dismiss the the possibility that he was sent by someone.
I turned to Ceb. "Cerberus tell me where did Vaugha find him?" I asked my right-hand.
Cerberus that stood by the corner with both hands behind his back gave a firm answer. "Vaugha caught him in the backroom of control central trying to gather classified IQ information in an IQ chip"
I gave a curtly nod with my lips pursed. "Naimanh by all of them gods where did you a half-wit troll get the idea of using the backroom of the control central to gather classified IQ information?"
He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off not finished speaking. "Cerberus doesn't that room need a clarification card to access?" I asked Cerberus and he answered with a firm yes.
I shuffled on the piano bench. "Clarification cards are signed and passed off by me only so explain to me Niamanh how did you get one?" I asked, bemused by his shaking body.
I hadn't even thought of how I would deal with him, this was just small mental torture.
He opened his mouth as if to speak only to close it again, he did the same thing once more and I squint my eyes to catch a would then he said nothing.
"Exactly. You couldn't have gotten one because you're a man-servant. MY man-servant. I could disintegrate you right now and no one would breath a word of it" I said, all humor faded from my tone just to get a reaction from him.
Though it wasn't a total lie. I did have half the mind to torch him alive. Hear his screams as he would run around seeking to douse the fire all over him.
Half the mind though.
"Mistress please. It-It's not what you thin-" He began to beg, rolling my eyes I cut him off.
"Shut the f**k up" I said already bored with our little game.
Begging always put me off a good mood. Or perhaps I was the fact that he had called me mistress.
I'd always thought it sounded quite perverted.
"Quick question Naimanh where did you get the clarification card from?" I asked, throwing my head to the side.
Cerberus answered for him as he was quiet. "The little fucker swiped it from Ethat. Vaugha had noticed his shady behavior and followed him"
I let out a short quiet laugh. "Little troll I hadn't known you were capable of petty theft" It was a compliment.
He had stolen from Ethat without him noticing. If it wasn't that stealing from Ethat had directly affected me I would've been proud.
Though I'd always known that the timid troll had bad bone in him. Just like all Titans and gods were naturally selfish sick fuckers, trolls were naturally dubious creatures. It was general knowledge.
But like I'd mention before his little escapade would have affected me, and I wasn't looking forward to a taste of my own medicine.
"You know right now I have half the mind to chop of your hands. You see the irony in it?" I asked humorously.
"You stole with those hands from your Queen, now you'll lose your hands to your Queen." Cerberus announced.
And I clicked my tongue. "Díreach Ceb! I'm always one for hyperbole but I quite like the irony in this"
Naimanh shook his head, tears already rolling down his eyes wetting his rough green face. "No. Please mistress!" He began begging again.
Irritated with the begging I tsked and shook my head. "Begging is futile Naimanh. I don't enjoy being deceived, I do enough of that myself to have it done to me you understand?" I said to his sobbing figure.
He was still begging. I never understood the concept of it. The only times in my life I'd ever begged I got scarred, cursed, and scarred again so what was the point?
Actually I'd found that begging just widened the sadist thoughts of the victimizer.
"Stop begging before I decide to jam your mouth shut with a sizzling hot branding iron" I reprimanded, irritated with the begging.
"We still need information on what he knows Genesis," Ceb reminded.
And I was already looking forward to how befitting it would be to have his head on a spike or tear both sides of his body and then string them up for all those seeking to betray me to see.
Perhaps that was too much.
Groaning a little I said, "I suppose you're not willing to peacefully give out any information?" I asked knowing full well there was nothing going to be peaceful about his punishment whether I get information or not.
He said nothing.
He just made our game much more interesting.
"Perhaps I should demonstrate a few new tricks on him so he would talk" Cerberus offered.
I liked the way Cerberus thought. He was the perfect gift from Hades, the only gift actually.
Cerberus was supposed to be the guardian of Tartarus, until he managed to piss off his old man so Hades being the usual f*****g control freak that couldn't handle being told his s**t decided to ship him off somewhere, and apparently I was the only one who wanted him.
Wait actually now that I thought of it Zeus was the control freak, Hades was more of a deep s**t that damned others for doing exactly what he would do.
"Meh. I was thinking I ransacked through his memories, though I actually quite like your idea Ceb." I smirked as I spoke.
Naimanh looked like he could go into convulsion.
A knock came from the door. Without my permission the persons already let themselves in.
Only two people could do that without fearing to lose their hides. Cerberus and....
My other right-hand walked into the room with an unsettled expression.
He looked between everybody before saying, "Why do I feel like I interrupted some sadist s**t?" He scrunched his eyebrows.
"Because you did interrupt the judging of a well deserved PUNISHMENT." I corrected.
Ethat rolled his eyes. "Something interesting came from Eurydice" He said, showing off a slim white paper.
I collected the paper from his grip to read it's contents.
After it felt like I'd gone back to read it over and over again I breathed out, "Isn't this most interesting"
A smirk playing on my lips. "What is it?" Cerberus asked.
"Eurydice is requesting to visit Bright Summit" Ethat replied.
"Why?" Cerberus asked.
And I answered in three words. "Dauntless has fallen"
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