Parthevia III: Night Reaper [Solo/Job]

Lying sat beneath the nightly blanket of the sky, a silver moon luminated the dark embraced torn by war region. Only the cozy flame of the camp lent warmth to those that prepped for a long deserved bedtime. It had been only at most a few hours and no longer when Angelus fought the men of the local warlord, Gamal. However, they could rest safe from danger, now that the innocent refugees had been lucky to escape his depraved rule. It was a jovial night. Angelus' soldiers did not shy from sharing generously with the refugees. It made the hopeful primus pilus rather content. Yet, there still lied the issue of the warlord himself and his oppressive and tyrannical rule of his piece of land. It did no good for Reim to just have such a brutal neighbor so close. It must be dealt with. Angelus sat, his chin resting upon his right open palm. Stoic he was viewed by others. It was how he just was by design of his past, and how he had to carry on, with no choice but to fight his hardships valiantly. If he complained, loathed fate, he was nothing more than a weak and depraved individual he felt. Angelus longed to be an Emperor of fate who could bring upon hell to the depraved who he felt were less than that of the white. It was not enough for him to just be a King, he wished to sit upon a throne made of the souls of the black rukh, and reign over fate as an Emperor, he knew that as his very calling. Angelus were to overhear the refugees, who had begun to converse how the warlord was jut a glorified bandit, one who stole from the people to satisfy his lust and greed. It made Angelus irritated. Perhaps he should just set out tonight.

Under the guise of the locally notorious Gilgamesh, he set out. It was with his pure white scarf that he veiled half of his face. A dry air occupied the land, but that was not all which had occupied this region consisting of a conglomerate of towns and small cities. Garbed within a fine red cloak, he sat within the shadows of the city structures, under the luminosity of the white full moon. It was here that his task to reign over this territory began. Donning a fairly light tan complexion that had been kissed by the sun, he had no problem blending in quite well with the locals of the warlord ruled region. It was time now to act. As the new guards came on duty for the night, the prior ones left. Chatter of the men filled the scene. Nothing but his rather dark set of eyes visible once he left the dusk of night, the guards met eyes with his and quivered for a moment. Before trying to speak up and inquire on why the man is up this late, the to be warlord unveiled his short sword. It was then that two of the only men that had seen him felt aggravated enough to strike, trying to cleanly cut his head off his very shoulders that carried the weight of his ambitions. It was not quite good enough though. Gilgamesh lied one step ahead, ready to slay the foes who stood before him and his dark colossal plans. It time to execute them.

Patrol Mercenary: "Dare bare that sword at us? You want a death wish!?"

Angered, the two men slashed at scarfed man. However, with precise and quick maneuvers, the to be warlord parried both puny slashes, in succession. It was then though that a very light but audible laugh could be discerned from the white locked man which they dueled. It may have crept the men out, but this open defiance of authority enraged them to the core. It made them wish to take the head of the man even more so. Blinded by rage, the men rolled to his sides, proceeding to slash yet again but this time the man started to open his mouth. It was then that the man could be seen waving his hands like there was an orchestra occurring, but there was no music that played? It freaked them out, but they understood what then he was doing when their scimitars had been met by a barrier of sand bars that protected him from damage. It was then that Gilgamesh, ready to now murder, stared at one of the two men from behind the sand bars. It seemed he looked to be utterly terrified of the dark stare, and the magic which had just been cast. Gesturing the sand to fall, though he could control the sand by will alone, he then fed magoi to his short sword and formed an Asura clone. Now, an Asura clone to dispatch of one of the guards and he himself, Gilgamesh, to strike the other, they began the slaying.

Gilgamesh: "Lay waste to the foe before you."

Lightly whispered the man, while he began to try and cut the guard down enough to then force information from him. However, the guard did not plan to go out here. Bracing for impact, he pushed his armor in front of him to protect himself from any harm. Yet, that just was not good enough. It did not defend rather well from the sword of Gilgamesh, the Asura blade from a land far east of here. It was quite an exotic and luxurious blade to say the least. It were to be the very blade which was to be used to torture and murder this mercenary working for a corrupt warlord governance. While this occurred, the Asura behind Gilgamesh decimated his foe by dodging the blade of the guard, and pummeling him thereafter, no mercy to spare the man, per orders to "Lay waste" to the foe. Ruining the armor of the guard he fought, he then kicked him to the ground, to then slash again at his arm while covering his mouth for he could not cry out for help. Gilgamesh was unamused by the performance of his foes. Anyway, he were to now begin to question the man on who had the information he required. Upon interrogation and some torture, the guard told Gilgamesh most of what he had to know, but that to receive further information on the actual location of the boss that Gilgamesh had to extract the information from a senior soldier. It was a senior soldier who had long been involved with the boss of the mercenary organization that they served under. Once he knew where to find the senior, he stabbed the leaker to his death, no longer needing him. It was time for Gilgamesh to extract the location of the boss.

Concealing his presence by lurking only within the darkest of shadows, he made his way towards his target at an alarming rate before others find out that the two men on patrol here had perished. Staring from within an alley, he could view the person he had to kidnap for the information he desperately required. It looked to be that the man happened to be mingling with a woman, a fairly attractive one. However even despite being with a fair woman, he could not just pass up on this man. It had to be done. Crept forth he did for the older man, drawing his blade, until then rushing right for the man, invoking a high pitched wail from the woman. Trying to not let her give to other guards his location, he jet his fist at her to knock her out only momentarily. Startled though and full of rage, the guard pulled his scimitar out on the veiled man before him, trying to cut him down. Feeding magoi to his gourd of sand, he made the gourd coat the scimitar along with the entire arm of the man to then lock the arm and crush the arm for B-Tier damage. Quickly then, he were to knock the man out momentarily, grasping his unconscious body and escaping into the night with him. If he had remained there any longer, others were to have came.

Gilgamesh: "Awake, you have talking to do. Else, you will not see that woman again."

Softly whispered Gilgamesh into his ear.

Senior Mercenary: "Ah- Who ar-!"

Exclaimed the older man, before pausing, seeing Angelus had a blood painted blade to his throat. It was just like that then that the man begun to spiel what he knew to Angelus, wishing to preserve his life. However, once he made no use no longer he was disposed of, like trash he was to Angelus' eyes. It now was to begin the pursuit, for Gamal, the warlord. It included his underlings which he paid for to help run his towns and cities. Angelus' white locks blew gently upon the light wind on this dawn of this new day which will consist of Angelus' travel to said location of who is destined to meet the hopeful Emperor of fate. A flick of his red coat, he were to unravel his coat behind him, and walk out towards the beautiful sunrise that faced him, like the world greeted him. Angelus was to find and subdue one of the mercenary leaders, for he knew he was one chosen by fate, to rule what he wished.

Wordcount: 1569

Magoi: 320
Stamina: 275

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