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" S-sir, H-he wants t-to me-et yo-u"

He shuddered with terror when he saw him. His lips twitched, as he ran behind to his master for his life.

" S-ir,H-he wants t-to me-et yo-u....," somehow it escaped his mouth,
" M-aster,please S-save m-me , Mas-ter.., " he siezed his legs,yelping as if he just encountered a headless apparition.

The male stood up pushing him aside walking out of the room. A esoteric smile when he heard the faint noise approaching him. He held his hands high, as they patted his shoulders...
" You did great Huskel..,"
" I knew it, only you're cunning enough to hoax them." The triumph of victory mixed in his voice. His eyes staring into a pair of cold,fathomless navy blue eyes.
" You are amazing, Father" His unfathomably deep voice was a pleasure to Rousseau's ears. He take a trip down his memory lane, in ages has he met him. When Huskel was of 5 he met him and a year later that tragic incident seperated them away. Rousseau remembered that boy with Huskel in the orphan, he was poles apart from other children. That uncanny boy with a pair of pitch black eyes that holds fathomless darkness in them. He remembered them; the three triplets, one of which was Huskel itself while the other duplets last an enigma for him. The middle one with green sapphires like eyes which was an obscurity to him. The most unsettle thing about the triplets were their facial features. He often seen Huskel and that green one smiling together on his visit to the orphans but the pitch black one who was also the youngest among them,would always meander in the dark, impenetrable forest in tranquility.On his days when Rousseau stayed with them in the night ,he saw the duplets peering at the luminary moon from roof while the black one gazed at the sea beneath which was transmitting something to him through her blaring waves. From that moment he never saw those three but they abide in his memories especially the pitch black eyes one...,

" Father those morons are no a big deal for me.. Now Taehyung would beg me for the contract. I would show him how it feels, to lost the most precious thing his reputation it would diminished..and then there would be only one ruler as always that would be Robert Huskel.." the papers blazed in fire as the faint laugh aroused with his mouth..,
"His reputation is not precious to him... Something else Huskel.." it's been a month since Rousseau has joined his company yet he never saw him in person neither in any article has he read about him. The vagueness of this distinctive character worries him everytime he heard about him.

" What is it then Father?" The lines on his forehead ceased for a while but the older didn't reply. He remained quiet as if he himself is finding an answer to his question.

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" Who was He." The lad questioned her who was now almost palpilating with fear.
" W-who? " her voice cracked. She knew she shouldn't be asking him questions yet she did but to her surprise he didn't respond..
" That imposter who collide with you "
" Do you know him "
The girl fell silent as if someone casted a spell on her.
" Mr ki-m .." she continue but he stepped closer, as she stumbled..
"I-i don't know him,i-ts just a-an acci-dent " he was by now standing ahead that shaking figure.

"So till maa is not here.Let me teach you how to behave Miss Jennie."As he grappled the young girl around her chin.

The blaring yelps of the female faint gradually as soon as the lad went out. She fall down weeping, as the blood from the corner of her lips oozed and dripled down.
He siezed her chin so harshly that it bleeds out. The hot tears descended down from her weeping eyes
She stood up stumbling before cumulating the fallen papers, the water droplets fall on them from her wet face. He splashed the glass of water on her before pushing her to the corner. Now all Jennie wanted was to leave the place as soon as possible, she didn't want to stay here not because of his irreverence and insolence towards her but of the angst that if someone might saw her like this what would they suppose of him, yet he cared about his esteemed reputation..

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"May be someone not something...., I'm not assured Huskel.." he trailed off resting his head on the cosy chair.

" Certainly his mother.."

"You could never harm her Husk,I didn't know much about him but he's an very astute businessman and the lesson one I expound was to never go war anti an buisnessman, because fabricating an Empire in this world is not possible yet he did it. He did it years ago, and there's always one Who rules. The ruler is ONE..."

" Father..." He rushed over to him rubbing his back with his hands as the man only coughed harder...

The man was in a very old age around in his mind 80s and blaring off this much isn't better for his health,

"It's true a very relentless truth that the ruler is one."
He spitted as he rubbed his cheeks,his fingers were gentle yet they were moving onto something else...
" It's also true that he build this empire and his tyrannical government... But Rousseau how can I stay behind , how could I not seize control on what's belong to ME..." His fingers now digged in his velvet flesh seizing his throat...
" Answer now Rousseau.."
His hands had taken control over him as blood exude from his mouth to the man's hands. The trembling hands of the old man griped the man's collar and were soon plucked from his body as if he was plucking flowers away. The cervical spine of his throat was apparent to the man's gaze as he cracked it with a jab. Rousseau's head hung down, he was dead by now.. The harrowing creature was not done yet, he clutched his hairs and pushed his two fingers seperately in his eyes..he repeated it thrice till his eye balls plucked off....

" A Gift to you Mr Kim from your beloved Huskel.." the creepy yet horrible grin on his blood coated face and the bloody hands that were gently rubbing his father's back moments ago..., it's all a sign that the triplets had changed after that terrific day...