Beautiful Lies

Chapter Eleven: The Spy

Here we go! More angst, ANGST FOR ALL! ANGST FOR ALL THE KINS MINUS PATTON ONES IM SORRY GUYS.-😈

If you asked Remy Hypnos how he got his job, he would say, with far too much confidence, that he had no idea. That was the answer he gave, the one that caused confusion wherever he went, and what made him come off as stupid. Which was perfect, because he could hardly say the real reason he got his job.

He had been a loyal member of the uprising, ready to kick Patton Hart's ass. He had risen in the ranks rather quickly, and was close to becoming high ranked. However, that was also when his brother started going after him to get a job. Remy, despite his lackadaisical attitude, did care about his brother. He started searching, looking for a job as a seamtirss's apprentice, being rather good at sewing himself. But no matter how hard he tried, no one wanted to take him on.

Remy, desperate, asked his brother if any jobs were available at Hart manor. Somehow, there was. A messenger boy was needed. At least, that's what Patton Hart said. Remy mostly ran errands for the guy, and nothing interesting ever happened. So, as he worked, he also looked for another job, with better pay, and as it happened, one opened up.

And then Remy realized, he never had a choice. This job was never a choice.

Virgil was gone. They weren't really brothers, not by blood, but they were the only family each had ever known, ever since they were little street thieves. Remy searched frantically, only for the answer to be found beneath his feet. Lord Hart knew Remy found out. Of course he did.

"What have you done with him?" Remy snapped. Lord Hart laughed, lightly.

"Calm down. He's alive." Remy nearly jumped at him.

"That's not enough! I know he's fucking alive!" Remy almost cried. Keep it together Remy. "What have you done to my brother?"

"I haven't. Not yet anyway. Not ever, if you stay in line. And of course, do me a small favor."

"Which is?" Remy snapped. Lord Hart smiled.

"Spy on that pesky little uprising for me."

What was Remy supposed to do? He was desperate, and his brother was trapped in the dungeon. Lord Hart smiled at him complacently, like he knew exactly what Remy was thinking. Bastard.

"Fine," Remy muttered, turning away.

"Good, I knew some incentive would cement your decision."

Remy rolled his eyes. Lord Hart called it incentive, but Remy would call it blackmail. But he did it anyway, dropping the idea of ever doing any other job again. If he did, who knows what would happen to Virgil?

He did Lord Hart's bidding, even if it made him feel like scum. He lied for the fool, spreading rumors, creeping around, and even doing something he regretted to this day. It only took a day for Remy to do damage to the uprising.

Lord Hart was pleased. Of course he was. Why wouldn't the damn puppet master be happy, when he was the one in control?

So when he heard about the wedding, he wasn't surprised. He knew before everyone else, and spread the word at a local inn, ironically the highlight of his week. Who knew spreading lies and upsetting Roman Prince would be so enjoyable? Apparently it was, since he got to meet a boy. He was the only good thing.

Remys skipped out on work for days. He msised the stupid engagement party and he missed the cleanup. He felt guilty and worried every time he went into that house. Guilty about what he'd done and worried about Virgil. In dungeons, his own brother all alone. Hopefully he still had the cloak Remy mended for him.

Remy couldn't even look Roman in the eye. Not when he said hello, and not as he lied about Virgil and Logan Hart and Deceit himself. He couldn't bear to keep lying. Remy just wanted to stop lying, to stop everything.

"Maybe you don't know people as well as you think," He heard his voice say, revealing a truth. Virgil paid for Remy's statement. Lord Hart made sure to tell him that. Remy didn't talk to Roman the rest of the day, skipping out on work to do even more work.

That was how he found himself in front of Deciet's old apartment, knocking on the door. Remy steeled himself, standing firm as the cute boy from the inn opened the door halfway. Or as he was better known, Intrustivty, Deceit's second in command.

"Hello, what the hell do you want?" Intrusivty snapped, not seeing Remy.

Remy inhaled. He really didn't want to do this. He straightened his spine, wearing a pair of darkened glasses, and a brown cloak covering his hair. He heard Patton Hart laughing in the back of his mind. He still didn't want to do this.

But with Virgil's life as a blade to his back, he did what he was supposed to do.

"My name is Hermes Nox and I have information on Patton Hart. I would like to join the uprising."