Inquisitors; Rulers Of Past

Threats

In the first place her height did not help her. Neither did her figure. It made her pass for a teenager. Well technically she was 19, a new adult but that was still unbelievable to most people. The next thing that didn't help was her dressing. A black sleeveless tank top under a white jacket with a weird symbol that resembled an anchor printed largely on her back and white jeans. Or it was probably the whip that hang from her belt. She sat calmly, drinking some coffee and munching on a donut while scrolling through her phone. Apparently the media was rambling about how the Shield had recently taken down a Daemon in its white phase. Like it was something to be proud. Yeah Daemon in their white phases were dangerous and all but killing a single one shouldn't be any news. The Shield had begun to receive more attention especially after the Daemon Flood Incident that occurred eight months ago. Since then, even a cough from the Shield and it was all over the news. It irritated her, considering the inquisitors did a better job.

The world was still recovering from the death of the man believed to be the strongest gifted individual-if not the strongest Inquisitor- Jahn Vu Jor. His death sent shivers down every single human's spine especially since what came after his death was the daemon flood incident. Right now the current head of the Inquisitors was a guy from the esteemed royal family, Edgar Leonharte. And even he wasn't as strong as his predecessor. So everyone's eyes was now on the Shield, checking as to who will give rise to the next Jahn Vu.

Candy herself wasn't all that interested in any of the two. She ordered for another round of donuts and a much sweeter cup of coffee. She did not belong to either faction and hence didn't care as long as they didn't get in her line of work. Her faction was much different in its operations. A call came through, interrupting her meal. She checked who it was and grunted.

"Yes, May?....look I'll get you some of....what do you mean you don't want donuts?....Fries?....Hell no, I am not walking to any drive through just to order some fries....how much are we talking about...double it....it's either double or nothing. Good. Bye." Candy hang up and smiled. At least a little trip to a drive through turned out to be more profitable than she expected it to be.

Candy continued her meal until she noticed the tall figure standing beside her table.

"Isn't that too much donuts for one person?" the figure asked. Candy turned to see who it was. She was pretty, at least to everyone else who was in the restaurant that day, but not to Candy, the woman's blond hair and red eyes did not appeal to her considering she knew who she was. The blue and black uniform was one that caught her attention especially with the gold laced into the fabric.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" Candy asked, hoping, nay praying that she did not sit down. She wanted to enjoy her morning in peace.

"Of course I am. I just wanted to have a little chat." The Shield lady said as she sat down. Candy screamed in the safe confines of her mind while smiling broadly on the outside.

"What does the esteemed Ms. Elizabeth Leonharte want from a normie like me?"

"Don't look down on yourself, girl. No one who has the guts to kill Daemon should be considered a normie."

"Oh don't flatter me." Candy said, trying her hardest to maintain her forced smile. Elizabeth smiled. A waitress came to take her order, a brighter smile on her face than when she served the usual customers. She left and came back a few minutes later with a cup of coffee. Elizabeth smiled at her before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Now, Ms...."

"It's Candy. Just Candy. No Ms. or Mrs. Just Candy."

"Ah, forgive me."

"Yeah, don't worry about." Candy said blankly.

"Now, onto business," Elizabeth took a deep breath. "I would like to know more about this organization of yours, the Ragnarok Society."

Why she didn't suspect this, Candy did not know. Candy took a deep breath. This conversation was going to be long. May was going to have to wait for a while."

"What is there to know?" Candy asked, "We are just another freelance organization that hunts daemon. That's all to it."

"Free-lance. Hmm... that is true." Elizabeth leaned forward, her smile much broader. "But you guys are stepping out of line."

"Really, how?" Candy feigned ignorance

"Where to start...more of your friends have started to show up globally, targeting daemon and snooping around places that you are not supposed to be."

"Daemon lurk in the darkest of places."

"Yeah, that is true. But definitely not in security bases." Elizabeth's smile faded instantly, "your guys are planning something."

"Any proof?"

"Oh plenty, glad you asked even. What's first on the list, ah yes, infiltrating and abducting Luke Dark?"

"Oh....that, well. How do you know whether or not we did it?"

"Are you aware that I can arrest you here and now?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes turning bright red. Candy sighed. If it came down to fighting, she'd lose under five minutes, and that would be an understatement. Candy also did not want to go to jail, but she wasn't one to also give up so easily. Trusting people wasn't her strong point, and Elizabeth Leonharte was not one to trust. She'd topple governments to get what she wanted.

"I am." Candy gulped, "But you won't right?"

"What makes you think that?"

" Too much attention," Candy took a deep breath and munched her last donut. She now just had to prepare for the worst. Elizabeth suddenly smiled at her. She drank her coffee and cleared a throat.

"This is just a warning from the Shield. Tell whoever is running your gang to call it quits before things get ugly."

"Um... My boss might not listen to just the..." Candy stopped. A hand was suddenly on her shoulder. Fear struck her as she realized that the Leonharte wasn't in front of her.

"Oh but he should, Candy. He should." Elizabeth patted her on the back and left the bar. It was then that Candy realized that the people in the shop had been recording the entire meeting. Then it dawned on her.

"Damn it." Candy muttered under her breath. She wanted the media to know. She stood up and left, leaving the money on the table. May should forget about the fries because she was not in a good mood.