Hungry Greed [Plot/Mordecaiah]

Music Departing off on the early morning that arose into the sky just right above a quaint small farm, Jilaiya set off into the unknown; at-least to her family that is. Grown ridden of the times in which her husband has purposely hid valuable research away from her eyes, the woman resolved that if her husband did not wish to reveal anything to her then she must resort to extreme measures. Extents of the point in where she would utilize her hidden heritage as a noble of the Kou Empire in order to capture what she wanted; the research that could very well aid her in becoming wealthier than ever before. Never did she truly love that farmer she settled down to have a child with, it was all for her own selfish intent. Hiring various individuals in order for her to gain access to his vast and rich research, these consisted of influential loan sharks and soldiers granted to her by Emperor Yoshiro of the Kou Empire.

To achieve an even grander nobility within Kou, it would be necessary to rob the man she faked love all these years with. It would take the dastardly woman exactly about a week to return back to the foul farm she despised. Carriages of four arriving up to the farm's family house, the greed corrupted mother took a step out the noble's transport and gently swept her black hair behind her. Struck all of a sudden by the strange atmosphere and garbs his wife brought back with her, Montague couldn't muster up a single word to speak. "Ji-" All that escaped his mouth, Montague was truly speechless but then had to; he spoke. "What is all this!? Don't tell me!? Have you been lying to me all this time Jilaiya! Explain! Please, I beg of you!" Absolutely in demand on answers to his thousands of questions, Montague dropped to his knees as he stared at the woman in curiosity of "Why?".

Simply glaring down at the pitiful farmer, Jilaiya flung her hand towards him owning fiery ferocity. "You still haven't realized yet you fool!? You've been played, this was all a scheme! For years now, I've been cooped up in this nasty farm. It was painful just even acting as if I loved you, even after all that though, you didn't share even a damn slither of your research! Don't worry now though, it'll all be mine now! If I have to rummage this whole shack in search of it then so be it! If I must pry it out of that boy; Mordecaiah, then so be it! You've been checkmate! Show him the contract Qin!" Unveiling her despicable act that she has done for years now, ever since and even before the birth of her very own son. Second the noble mother swung her hand, soldiers accompanying her had restricted Montague, one elite soldier gripping onto the man's arms. "This is the contract that you signed Mr. Drake! Take a look if you must! It clearly states here the amount of interest is a hundred folds of what you were loaned!" Notifying Drake Montague on his signature assigned onto a contract that he himself signed as recommend by his dear wife; Drake Jilaiya.

"Are you kidding me!? What is with that abnormally small writing!? How was I supposed to know the amount of interest was a hundred folds!? How could you do this Jilaiya! After everything we've gone through!" Bellowing from the very bottom of his stomach, Montague struggled as tears of confusion and sorrow started to slowly trickle down his face. "What do you mean? It was written here on the contract?" Asking sarcastically, the mother smirked as she with intense malice glared at the struggling Montague.

(Mordecaiah is free to interfere in this now)

The setting calm currently inside the home at the center of the barn. Everything worthwhile as he slept silently on the inside upstairs expressionless. Rolling over on top of the bed his entire left side exposed outside his bed sheets with one foot hanging off. It's really been a entire week since Montague and Jilaiya, has been gone, Mordecaiah taking care of the farm to his best ability, but he couldn't do everything on his own. Snoring roared from the boy coming from his chambers making him quite easy to identify if anyone was inside the home. Brimming mourning air with silence could only brew for trouble, but it was unknowning to Mordecaiah for the time being.

Hearing commotion outside his room. He awoke from his slumber restless still tired from his chores the pervious day. Creeping out his bed and over to the window to look outside it, he couldn't believe what he saw. Seeing four carriages which to him were foreign and extremely not common around these parts. Mordecaiah rolled back inside not focused on the first bit of dialogue saided between Jilaiya and Montague, more of what's happening expression on his face. Mustering up a few words stumbled upon this. " W-what's going on?! " crawling across his floor to not attract attention to himself, but the wooden boards creek and made noise underneath pressure.  " I should find Jilaiya and Montague, they could be yelling at those people inside the carriages. Yeah they must be! " Saying quietly to himself. Standing up with regained confidence grabbing his shirt and pants to place on. Opening his door and walking down the upstairs hallway to head down the stairs.

Everything seemed quite for the moment as Mordecaiah was approaching the screen door to the porch. Through it from afar he could see Jilaiya, standing over Montague and it seemed like he was pledging not to something. Pressing his hands against the cold door, and the fresh morning breezing striking his face and wisking his hair back. Not instantly being noticed, but still probably seen by the guards around the carriages. Mordecaiah came through the door around the end of the very crucial part of their argument. " C-Contract? Jilaiya, Montague what's happening? " his face struck pale at the sight of conversation transpiring between the two. " Why is there carriages all around us? Is there something wrong with the farm? Jilaiya, could you please help Montague up, he looks to be in pain. " he'd asked many questions and attempt to move over to Montague to assist him in getting up. Mordecaiah, voice shaky and covered in his emotions of fear for his family health.

Music Fiddling a nose of his into the somber scene that Jilaiya conjured that day, Mordecaiah had now been thrown into the mix as he witnessed the whole event that transpired that grave morning. Refining her intense glare upon Montague's son; Mordecaiah, a single rukh of the dark shadows fluttered past the woman's immense presence that she emitted. It was strange, peculiar pressures could be felt from this Kou Noble's sheer spirit upon confronting Jilaiya face on.

Shrouded in the unknown, this sin of greed that is Jilaiya spoke at last to the mere farm boy. "You filthy, dirty, farm mongrel! Meddling where you shouldn't be! On top if it all, your a complete moron! Aren't you now!? Like father like son I suppose! If it still hasn't been processed in that head of yours then let allow me to enlighten you! Your father here fell into my trap, how retarded he was not to notice his coming financial demise! With that will now follow the search for his precious research! Once I obtain that, Yoshiro will surely reward me for my hard endeavors throughout these putrid years with your father; Montague! Can't believe he never even realized that he was being set up with loan sharks all those years ago. Luckily for me, I am now free from this farm as now your role model will have to face the hardships of slavery. That is the only way for him to compensate for all the money he owes to these fine men here!" Gesturing a waving hand toward a handful of illegal loan sharks whom were in cahoots with the greedy noble herself, Jilaiya adopted a despicable grin across her face.

Retrieving the motioned hand back to it's original place, Jilaiya resumed speaking once more if not interrupted. "Let us start searching this house here gentlemen! Scour every inch of this man's land, one to find it first will be handsomely rewarded for their efforts." Commandment with a sole fiery hand movement, all of the extra entourage she brought along then started to scavenge the territory of the valuable studies owned by Montague. "Oh.. Mordecaiah, forgive my foolishness. I hope that you can come to forgive me son of mine." Dried tears encrusted on his face as he gazed downwards at the cold ground, Montague sulked as one wet tear fell down onto a petite plant somehow flourishing despite being stomped and stepped out so many times. "Now, let us take you boy! We'll raise you as a top of the mill slave! If your lucky, maybe you'll be handed to royalty of some sort..." Laying out a hand to Mordecaiah, Jilaiya frowned in false sympathy for the child.

Sorrow? Guilt? Or just a strong uneasy feeling building up inside him? He not sure as his tears streamed down his cheeks. Fear was the emotion grasping and bursting like a rampant animal through his eyes. Mordecaiah not knowing how to expression this only assisted in helping the beaten Montague up, than eyeing Jilaiya down with anger. Blacks shadows? Arising from underneath her seamlessly moving about like winged birds. Only within the shadow, but one had managed to soar pasted the greedy women while Mordecaiah held his squinting eyes and freckled nose at the women side.

Not allowing the mocking to disgrade him at all, standing on his feet face pointed at the ground. Awaiting for a moment to interrupt and go against the women's choice of words. " Filth? Dirt? Mongrel? Those words seem rather intelligent for you.It sickens me tha... that you betray us! " Hearing her sly comment about 'like father like son' knowing well that Montague is the coolest thing to a real father he has. Rolling his head upward to face her knowing that she could only be persuaded by personal gain, Things many greedy people would want. " I cannnot accept you putting Montague, into Slavery! Nor mocking his intelligence, while you attempt his work? It says much about your intelligence you, Jilaiya. " Seeing his memories of her fade from his conscious knowing she will never officially be there for him. In this situation his fate seems to be darkening... as slavery was mention. Stepping over to Jilaiya said, getting into a close proximity of her.

" Don't do this, please! Don't!! " he'd wholeheartly begin begging. His tears streaming with eyes opened wide. " You say I'll be top of the mill slave! No! I will not accept that. " he'd speak, thinking up something to alter or replace his situation. " S...Orr...yyy M...o...nta... gue. " he whisper underneath his breathe stumping the words out. Whipping his tears from his face, and looking at the ground. Clutching the bottom of his stained shirt, Mordecaiah knew this would hurt, but he thought of two different pains to explain . " Jilaiya, there's two pains. One that's hurts, and One that's helps you change. " he state to her before coming to the conclusion. " Forgiveness, you wish for that? Correct! Than officially adopted me into your noble household!! I'll do whatever to anything, I'll be your slave just adopted me into your house, please!! Just leave Montague alone. " holding back the tears while clenching his teeth to the point in where he begun bleeding. " Please accept my offer! I'll do anything, just accept me into your noble house as your official... adoptive son.... Mother " struggling to get it out getting down on one knee and bowing down to her. Looking over at Montague face as his head hung down bowing for Jilaiya, in the background was the Farm being ripped apart.

Music Despair whirled itself into a dark pit of rare return, it would be completely unknown to what the future would have or hold for this mere farm boy. Flickers of the gathering rukh nearby clicked, fate was churning in an peculiar fashion. Wavering away at the day, it appeared to have been concluding yet not all simultaneously. Wickedness became a role that would act on this story between Jilaiya, Mordecaiah, and Montague; that of true wicked and vile intentions. Eyebrow being arose all from Mordecaiah's conflicting behavior, although it felt as though that the boy was simply attempting to act brave in front of his figure that is Montague; Jilaiya was truly baffled. Upon the rivers of salted water surging down his face, her nobility couldn't help but chuckle on the inside as her false frown evolved into despicable smirk. Delivering a glance toward an assistant of her's as Mordecaiah began to beg to hire him in return that she doesn't trouble Montague.

Proceeding this bawling beg of tears, Mordecaiah requested that Jilaiya officially adopt him into her noble household. "Joining a Noble's Household!? Are you insane!? You'll be treated worse than a prisoner of an enemy country, a dirty farm boy like you would need to truly work hard if you wish to be anywhere close to a happy life! It'll be a serious risk to take you instead of Montague's precious research, although it wouldn't be the first time I've made such a crazy gamble I suppose. At the very same time, I don't have the type of patience to let my immortal age wither away with no reward. Tell you what boy! I will give you one year, within that one year. What I will be assigning you to do will be between us, share any of this information and both, you and Montague will have your heads chopped off. You hear me? Now let us depart everyone!" Resolving on what she would do with Mordecaiah's existence, Jilaiya strut by one of her leading guards and whispered in his ear.

Obscurity it was, at-least to those who attempted to catch a hearing on what she exactly told him but it surely wasn't a fact to brush off so easily. Nodding in an agreement, the guard's leader gathered all of the loan sharks and those involved in searching for Montague's rumored studies. "Your a Magician I recall? I do believe they refer to your kind as "Blue Magicians", anyways, you look filthy. I'll allow you to ride with me just this once but when we arrive back at my family's estate I''ll have my assistants fit you with garbs of a noble; even if a fake." Striding into her carriage with an absolute devilish grin, she glanced at the boy with interest for his young and burning determination. Not even a sole word to her husband as she and her entourage prepared to set off from the farm of Montague's, strange it could have been said to be. "Shall we be off now Mordecaiah?" Lastly asking after entering her carriage of her's, Jilaya smirked and glanced down at Montague.

Music Weaving itself into a string of anew fate, prosperity held true for the avaricious Kou Noble; Ting Asehi. Unknown it was, that of her actual name in reality that Montague nor Mordecaiah knew about. Scarce it also was, not even a single soul outside of her Noble Household recognized her by her original birth name. As Jilaiya and or Ting adopted the filthy wrench of a blue into her Household, it was required to also notify the rukh beloved child about her true genuine identity. Leaks were an absolute no to have spread, Ting did not seek to have anybody learn of and or discover that of her real identity as there were essential for her intentions and objectives.

Veiled in an utmost private scheme, classified directions were presented to three of Jilaiya's and or Mrs. Asehi's highest trusted soldiers of Yoshiro Zu; Emperor of Kou. Turmoil at a time like this proved beneficial for Asehi Household as it was a time to strike and grasp hold of the struggle for power in the Kou Empire. Bringing in an individual with potential for a high affinity with magic is just what they would need to rise up into nobility. "Maybe you aren't as stupid as I originally thought you were to be, the name is Ting Asehi. Reveal my identity outside of the Asehi Household and I'll be sure to have your status revoked and off with both you and your father's head. Now, it is time you meet my husband; Jing Asehi." Scowling as he didn't seek to even lay his eyes upon the farm mongrel in which Ting brought aboard, Jing stood absolutely still when addressed by his wife.

Evening of the blue sky's canvas was plastered in a orange hue as that carriage of Asehi Ting and Jing rode off in a return to the Empire of Kou. Unknown as it was ordered off to her three absolute most trusted soldiers, it was what had been concealed from Mordecaiah's ears in order to have the plan be executed properly. Directions were to strike and invade Montague's residence in order to force him to reveal the location of his precious research, they had did just that upon nightfall.

In which resulted in the demise of Montague as he did not reveal the secrets of his research to the Yoshiro soldiers. Lackluster it could be told, yet that was not the case as Montague's studies did not go in vain; it would be passed on. "Mordecaiah, I do believe that you now wish to now know of what I desired your existence for? Its simple to be frank with you, I seek to reign over the Kou Empire by increasing my household's nobility. You are exactly what I require in order to guide me there, a person whom has an affinity for the rukh. Don't expect to be treated as a noble at first though, if you want to achieve that step then you must follow every task I assign to you. Do you understand?" Disclosing an important set of information to Mordecaiah, Asehi Ting adjusted her posture as she blankly stared next to herself at the child. By this time, it was already night and the sun had gone down. Entry into the Kou Empire would arrive about a couple of months later, in which it would then start; the peasant's endeavors as a noble slave.

Music Crowded with bundles of violent brawls, it in which known as the Kou Empire surfaced out away in an afar distance. Bestriding on top a carriage of noble origins, the Asehi's neared their destination to be displayed. Radiance of an utmost brilliant light, rose into the mauve daubed sky as Mordecaiah's that of a anew pristine lifestyle emerged from the depths of the beneath. "Arise! Son! Asehi Aseo! It is indeed true that you are a filthy wrench yet I've discerned an inner potential in you child! You are to now start your life once more! Under my own household! You'll be granted with that name then in which you oh so suggested, do know that I expect your weak abilities to flourish! If not then what we discussed, acknowledge that!" In an ajar method, Ting widened the carriage's slab undone; sunlight being shone into the face of the mere blue beloved child of the rukh. "Let us begin..." Softly, a blush of wind accompanied by a sole rukh spoke inside the ear of Mordecaiah; fluttering away afterward. "Greetings! Asehi Aseo! Shall you now take on the role as a noble here? Here at the Asehi household, it is our duty to serve you; Oh Son of Asehi Ting. Aligned in an orderly horizontal row, servants underneath the Asehi's mustered to address their authority's demands. "Peasants! I'd like you to firstly attire this child of mine in an adorned noble's robe! Its an eyesore to lay my sight on his puny appearance!" In an instant, retainers of Asehi's estate ran up the sizes and various styles to suit the newly crowned child of Asehi Ting's and Asehi Jing's.

[EXIT]