An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

I wanted to hit them, but this works too

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Perhaps he had been mistaken.

It was not a thought he usually considered or even wasted time in wondering, but...he had at least expected the warriors of such a named and worthy family to at least be better if only "marginally" than what he had seen so far.

Perhaps not as much as..what the likes of Fenrir had shown so far, but something...tangible at least.

But no..., the warriors of the Pendragon family were barely above of the strongest of bandits...or perhaps, those wannabe cultist who dressed in black gowns and their black pants.

In a sense he did not have high hopes of what he was to expect from them, and yet this guys..., had managed to under-perform. It was rather disappointing.., to say the least.

Said realization only becoming uglier the more he dug deeper...

The ones that were suppose to guard this people were dressed in shining new plate, wearing long and colorful capes, and with an excessive desire to look good in the eyes of the ladies..and sometimes, men.

If one were to take it for the worst, and it WAS....then it could be said that the entire thing looked more like a beauty pageant than anything combat related. The more he thought of the guards, the more they reminded him of a bunch of school girls rather than warriors.

Urgh..., he had seen the way some had looked at him, the way those eyes trailed on his back and way down where they should not be.

The thought almost made his stomach churn, which was a success on its own. For fucks sake, his chosen meat vessel was just ten years old! Well built as it should be, but still a child...not a target for mens wild and lustful imagination.

He found himself grimacing again. Shaking his head internally...

Humans were truly repugnant creatures. To think he shared a bond with them..

Still, pushing that aside...it was clear that they were not properly trained and were made only to look good like decoration instead of actual, factual living beings.

True, there was a secondary group who actually looked the part, and another one that was outside the main properties of the Pendragon family, but this lot where the majority of poor bastards they employed.

Quantity was a quality of its own..., and with all their funding and equipment they may have been able to be the best in this kingdom of fools and vagrants...but they may as-well been well dressed cannon fodder back home.

The thought that they were still alive bothered him.

It vexed him..

It annoyed him to see this fools made a fool of themselves in his presence and giggle away like a bunch of old gossiping nannies..!

Yes, it was official...the Pendragons were as wealthy as they were careless, and that was putting it lightly to not call them out right corrupt and wasteful businessmen given the fact that they were funding several orphanages to pick the children that were groom there..only to make them be barely any better than living scarecrows...

And those were the lucky ones, given that some of those who were not useful when they came of age, were sent to...guess again, the cult.

A rather secretive business, well, not quite...given that he did not need to mind rape the father of the family in finding that out his allegiances and how they had managed to make such a profit.