Snowy Marquees

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After being given the directions, a guide through the darkness, and all the pleaseantries owed to his station, Andrealphus was sat down with Baal at a large square table of dark wood while eerie blue flames flickered above them from a chandelier. The Principal King was scribbling away at forms and grumbling to himself. "Can't believe this is only for a century... What a waste of-" He let out a plume of smoke alongside a sigh and then snapped back up to Andrealphus.

Inside the large omnipotent structure they could clearly see the king was not enjoying the process of transferring the legions over.

Well.

He can blame Stolas for being a dick head and making a complete ass of himself. "Would probably be longer than a century if that man continues to get himself into this sort of trouble."

They sat across helping sign anything that required his own signature reviewing as he did, giving it a nice cursive flair with the flick of a wrist and blue shimmery ink.

"It's fine sir thank you." They took a sip from the drink and used his magic to summon a few ice cubes to make it a bit cooler. "How? Well he wasn't very discreet from what Stella told me. The imp just scampered off with the book over the balcony every blood moon. The thing covered more than half of it, they would also say and I quote. 'I got the book. I got this heavy bloody book.' " There was an annoyance in his tone having to repeat a stupid phrase like that but it made it abundantly clear they weren't really dealing with masterminds and more like irresponsible idiots.

However, now just wasn't one of those times as he'd find himself at one of these damn parties. Why the hell was he here again? Oh, right protection. The biggest lie conceivable, but whatever if the new prince needed it, then so be it. If he was gonna be here, then he was gonna have a little fun. The party could use some real music after all. Making his way over to the band that'd be playing, he would immediately shove the singer aside. "Sorry t'interrupt the music, but I just couldn't help myself. In fact, I've been wanting to show my thanks for someone very special here." He looked pointedly at Andreaphlus with a smirk. "You know who you are."

Without warning, Striker would begin to sing. "Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with ya. I'm so fuckin' done with ya! All the two-faced comments, the stares, the cries, the whines. Fuck you and all the shit you and your sister do. Two-faced bitches don't know the real world like I do. I'll kill, I'll shoot, I'll shove it all down your throat."

"Pull the trigger and blow! C'mon now, don't look so shocked, so shy, like ya never heard such words before. I just wanna say fuck you! and all the little things that you do! Fuck them! Fuck this! Fuck you! Fuck her! Fuck all y'all scrawny asses who can't do nothin' right!"

Admittedly he was shocked being looked at like that. And the smirk... There was a short, fleeting feeling of something he wasn't quite sure he knew what it was but as quickly as it came it was gone.

Andrealphus watched on incredulously, shocked that this scoundrel would have the nerve to even do such an stupid thing in front of the nobles. His pearls were indeed clenched at the bile being spat directly at them. But the shock and confusion quickly turned to anger and frustration. Insulting him and even insulting his sister. Who has paid this asshole even when he sucked at his job. Twice.

The bird narrowed his eyes at them; his feathers bristled being humiliated by another stupid little imp. What's worse it was being done in front of his peers this time. The scowl and disgust on his face was clear, this one thinks because it has a fancy little toy it makes him invisible. Despite most of his weapons being confiscated to avoid problems. Angelic weapons were prohibited of course.

The guards were pouncing this guy but the assassin was slippery and would only cause a huge mess in his beloved sisters little party. This one was desperate for his attention and eyes were on him to remedy the situation.

So he walked over to approach the man that slithered around, raising his hand to keep the guards at bay. Towering over Striker with their hands now folded. They looked on with a chilling look of disapproval upon their careless display of cockiness within the royals estate. The air around then grew colder the closer the bird got, dropping to subzero temperatures. The floor under him quickly turning icy threatening to take over his legs.

"What a nuisance. If you value your life you'll come with me. "

Andreaphus wasn't asking. clearly guards all had eyes on him along with some of the royals that decided to turn in and watch on. The Marquis seemed to be eyeing the hall for them to walk down. It was clear they wanted to take their away from leering eyes.

Paimon heard the other's words, letting out a sigh and turning to simply give the Marquis a look. He'd hold his gaze on the other for several moments before turning back to his letter.

" It is quite an impossibility that any within our ranks would be so cut throat to usher forth such an undignified bout of malice. If someone within the flock has expired it surely was not..."

He tried to say this with a straight face.

"Normally, sire, I would agree, I wouldn't waste your time with speculative evidence and hear say as is not my usual approach to something this serious. Yet..."

He looked a bit more serious to fend off his nerves presenting to the king; using his magic to summon a case file.

"We've had done internal investigation, remnants of Naberius and his son has been found scattered amongst their halls and usual hunting grounds after his wife had checked on them that evening. Their heads are yet to be found. That's one of a few, the other Marquis, dukes and presidents had discussed and reached an agreement to keep this within the family until we had spoken to the kings."

The folder fell onto the kings broad desk to review the documents. The paper held long summaries Búne had provided of what they had seen with Orobus included their own testimonial, daughter slain amongst others in the same fashion. Heavily grieving her loss.

Within the report mentions the distortion of the assassins face. Not imp they didn't carry the sign of a sin, no sinner no soul could be seen within them. It was a spirit like them. The possibility of a Fallen angel that had held onto their heavenly weapon and unleashed carnage in Hell's wall was in the realm of possibility but the one thing making that a hard sell was the armor they had merged into their skin and the weapon of choice. They did not carry the weapon like a veteran and had to hold it with protective gloves. And their route often showed knowledge of their whereabouts even in private after the trail went cold.

This seemed to be an on going investigation that had happened a few months ago, photos included. But may had started sooner, back log of rejected letters from earls as the submissions of suspicious activity reported by knight only one finally reaching Búne.