A City of Debauchery [Lagi/B rank/solo]

Mission

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It was rare, but there was a sound to be heard back at the base of operations back at the dark hand compound. The sound that was echoing throughout the area was glee, it was the pure laughter that came with the entertainment of pulling something off that they never thought they could do. Well, of course, this was something that Lagi didn’t share with the others, but he had his doubts that the dark hand could accomplish anything that didn’t involve mass murder since they were already so used to it. However, Lagi came in and gave them a reasonable system. Any bodies that were left over that wouldn’t be of the greatest interest for other people to find, the contents of the dead was brought out to the outskirts of the city. After bringing them into the feeding grounds of the sand worms, all they had to do was leave the bodies there, the gluttonous scavengers would do the honors of taking care of the rest of the problem for them. They were on a roll, and the hard work that Lagi and the others were starting to show a lot more, it was start to pay off exponentially. Pretty soon, they would be ready. However, they were in quite a bit of a sensitive spot concerning the replacement of Qeb. After being so stubborn with the sale of their wares in the past, Lagi wasn’t expecting the people to believe that this man ended up changing his mind about the wares.

“Ok everyone, it’s about time that we start pushing out. We are going to give it about a week until the “Famed merchant” changes his mind. Once our people get a hold of the sponsorship in order to officially sell our wares in any way as we see fit, we would be a legitimate business that can’t be denied by heliohapt law. So in the meantime, while the papers being prepared for us , sit tight and keep your eye out on the market. Keep the buzz going, work on your sales pitch. Do whatever it is that you have to in order to make yourself useful, even if it means that we have to get rid of someone people that don’t agree with us. Is that understood?! Join or die! Those are the only two options that I’m accepting for anyone that’s foolish enough to openly resist our will. They chanted while they beat their chest, apparently moved by the strong voice of the dark hand leader in front of him. The last finger of the five turned out just well in their opinion, maybe they couldn’t have asked for a better performance on Lagi’s part. Either way, they waited and did as hey were told. There was a few shakedowns when it came to other contracts that bars were using to supply other premium drinks, but stopping the imports completely by encouraging the bars to no longer ask for them is something that lowered the competition. It helped when the owners had the drug addict look in their faces, seemingly hooked on to the sauce. Everything was starting to move, the city was drowning in its own debauchery.

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The atmosphere of the city changed. No one knows when, no one knows where. However, if there was a magician nearby, all that magician would see was black butterflies all around. Yes, the city was prospering in a way with the amount of money and business that the local brothels and bars were receiving, even restaurants and places like small art gallery’s that had a small side cocktail at the table indulged in El Ragu. As for salatis, it wasn’t as obtainable, but it was sold. It was mostly sold to warriors in small pairs, but all business had to be concluded outside of the city, lagi didn’t want them to accidentally kill their people. Even if they could bring the plants in a spot that led them to protect themselves, would those random bandits be able to kill them? Probably not, Lagi trained them well, and most of all, salatis was a benefit that was mostly for the dark hand. The watered down stuff was sold off, but it still had similar effects. It wasn't like Lagi had a need to cut costs, but there was such a thing as if showing only bits and pieces of the full hands. In his mind, he was only just getting started, but in his heart, he desired violence. As the money rolled in, something that the dark hand could practically swim in it if they wanted, Lagi realized that he still couldn’t sleep, not really.

Every time he woke up, he broke out in cold sweats, constantly staring at his rukh compass that continues to spin in an unnatural manner. There a numerous amount of paths that he could take. It painted in the direction of where kou potentially was, but it also pointed right where he was, in heliohapt. The rukh compass was moving based off of lagi’s desires, but his mixed emotions about his situation was something that was bottled up, finding the sweet feeling of relief through the use of his birthright. “I need to avenge my people, but I can’t go home. I have to take on the alchemists, but I have to work with the dark hand. I can’t leave the dark hand, because of the vision they showed me, I need their help, and they need mine. No matter how bad or……” He needed to do this, he still felt like he was following fate by defying it in the first place. Could he accept exile without doing anything first to help reim? Could he simply accept the end of his home by not at least giving them a fighting chance? The vision said that they would lose, but how could they?

I can’t let this happen, I won’t let this happen. I will succeed….” Looking at his rukh compass again, it was still pointing in two directions every now and again. Would he follow it sometime? Who really knew? Lagi wasn’t an octopus, but he was certainly an opportunist. When the time was right, he will find out where this compass was pointing him to.

WC 1057/1500

The dark hands growth continued. They started to gain even more influence in the city than ever before. Within the slave trade, these slaves were truly soldiers of the dark hand that worshiped the master wholeheartedly. As a matter of fact, a few assassinations happened during the slavery auctions, putting up the warriors to be bought by unsuspecting competition. Once they even thought they could have their way with the slaves, the slit of their throat had led to the inescapable sound of death. The red coloring filling their lungs as they stared into the eyes of the killer with a look of surprise. A slave was never truly broken, it took years. However, they were accepting, or at least, the slave owners thought that they would be accepting of this fate. Maybe slaves were, but they were dealing with the dark hand. After that, the money and jewelry was promptly taken, the body disposed of, and a note explained that they went on a vacation not too far away.

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Arising from his bed, a naked lagi took a look outside of the building from the brothel. He needed up renting it for the night, needing to relieve a bit of his stress from time to time. The four women remained asleep, undisturbed from their slumber. After looking over to them, lagi smiled. “See you later, ladies. “ Getting dressed, lagi walked down the stairs, making eye contact with those who mad eye contact with them. Every time they made some kind of gesture to lagi, there was a showing of the dark hand tattoo. They were with the cause, they knew that he was the boss of this district, the true boss.

Lagi El Nagi, under the name Requiem Jynx, has managed to change the city of heliohapt in such a distinct way that it even seems different to people who are used to the debauchery and the corruption. Instead of a few gangs or a few troubles here and there, it was all organized. As a matter of fact, all you really saw that filled the streets was the people of this fare city. The people, who were literally now coming off of a two-day hangover, or even longer, were nothing more than drunkards that filled the streets. Of course, when they gathered their bearings, maybe they would take a well-deserved break, but Lagi knew that they would return. He had them, he had them all. “As long as there is money to be made, people will agree to anything that you want to put them up to. Or even better yet, a quick fix of what the dark hand has to offer, and it has them begging on their knees with the willingness to tear each other apart for one more drop.

This city was mad, successful and booming with life. However, at the same time, the city was out of its mind in some kind of way. Just like the dark hand replaces people, the city of heliohapt was also replaced. In its remnants was none other than a city of debauchery.


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