The palace at day was cluttered with merchants and bards. Gossip of today's fresh crops or of the latest fabrics would fill the air, as bards sung of the impressive tales of feats about the brave mages before the war, attracting children from many blocks as they watched with wide eyes. Other children played through the streets barley avoiding the horses and travelers. Coins chinking, carrages rattling and people, these sounds when missing left a very deep feeling of emptiness, and it seemed to huvver around the palace now like smoke.
The night council was up, scurrying about the palace trying to fill out the last of they day's paper work. They were unseeing of the four weary assassins in the halls, they had eyes only for their own work. With heavy steps the assissins made their way to the thrown room through the dimly lit corridors, the soft colours complemented the royal blue and amethyst theme of the room giving it a peaceful aura. When darkness flooded the city, though, the hall had it's own feel of dark and secretive energy, which suited it just fine considering the man who ran the palace at night seemed to consist very much of those two things.
The assissin party wearily approached the throne, to find their master Xelloss lounging there. As close to fear as a Mazoku could feel they felt it in his presence, not only had they brought themselves to his attention, they had failed him as well. "Master," One cloaked figure spoke, "we were unable to kill the spy which infiltrated our lines."
"You mean you've failed me," Xelloss corrected with a slight smirk, "I hope you've remembered what happens to those who are incapable of doing their jobs." The cheerfulness in his voice had a dark edge, guarantying a slow death for each of them. One which he could oversee with great enjoyment.
Panicked one of the assassins quickly spoke up, "He was a chimera man, Master. Too fast for us to catch!" His out burst was met with a painful bolt of power, shot from the Trickster Priest himself. The hooded figure slumped down, tiptoing on the line of life, as he tried to conceal the void of starscape between his flesh. THe dark king moved towards him. A silk glove snatched the assissin's jaw and yanked up painfully, so the assassin now met the amethyst gaze of those lupine eyes.
"Describe this chimera man for me, would you?" The Priest darkly cooed, as he stared into his servant's eyes which dare not meet his own. There was a slight pause, none of them stirred.
"Like I said master," the assassin began, "he was a chimer. Greyish skin, probably golem and much faster than a human. Maybe elven or demon. I don't know. He was also a mage!" The servant had spoken so fast it was difficult to hear, but Xelloss had no problem picking up the words.
Xelloss stood abruptly, dropping the servant on the ground. With a silk glove to his chin, the dark man thought on what the small mazoku had said. The description was so close; too exact to be coincidence, it was him.
"So he survived the war did he?" Xelloss mumbled silently to himself. "the great General Greyweres is alive..."
