ROGUE (BL)

Cent 30

It was a dark night, the owls hooted away in the distance. With a slight frown in between his brows Michael stood up and closed the windows, and lowered the blinds. He walked back to his desk, only lit by the burning of a lamp in the otherwise dark room.

His palms were covered by black gloves to help him hold his sword for long hours. Usually he would remove them as soon as he came back to his shelter, but tonight felt like a particularly peculiar night, so he kept the gloves on and his sword ready, leaning on his chair.

The feeling of his sword rubbing against his thigh was comforting, while writing he would habitually reach out and tightly clasp its handle, turning his knuckles white beneath the gloves.

With a sigh, he put the pen back in its stand and returned the ink bottle to where it belonged. He rolled the scroll and poured wax on where the red ribbon was tied together and stamped it with the imperial seal.

"Lunus," He spoke, a deep authoritative voice, cold as the petals of a red rose frozen with ice.

With a thud, he felt footsteps advance towards him "yes, captain"

Lunus was a tall man with blonde hair that reached down to his neck and a face that could easily be disguised as a woman's, in simple words, he was a beauty among both men and women, a lean build, tough having such build was common for the imperial soldiers, since their sword style required the body of the wielder to be weightless and flexible.

"This letter...Take it to the headmaster. My request cannot be denied, make sure of it. Should they refuse to comply, take the wisp by force and return before midday." Micheal commanded. His feet anxiously tapped on the floor and his brows furrowed as a proof of his restlessness.

"The wisp...Do you need it to remove the command on the resurrected? You've never done this before." Lunus tilted his head in confusion, his blue eyes lowering to the impatient tapping of Michael's feet.

Micheal sighed "You will see why soon enough"

"Taking the wisp by force will not be a good idea. You are the commander of an army of 4000 soldiers, I'm afraid should we defect from our original orders, it will be treated as arson, even if the current headmaster treats you as his own son." The look in his eyes seemed to ask 'are you prepared for the consequences'

Micheal's brows only furrowed further in agitation "I will deal with the consequences. It has to be done sooner or later. Even though the dead are coming back to life for unknown reasons, sending squads to murder them again is...not the ethical way. Moreover, the only reason why the resurrected try to harm us is because they have been commanded against their will"

Lunus sighs "We will discuss this further once I return. I have pledged loyalty to you thus I will respect the decisions you make, however, you should know that should you defect you will no longer be the imperial family, and you know what happens to those who leave the imperial family, don't you?" They are buried along with the secrets of the imperial house.

"Lunus, this is a decision I have thought about over and over and over since we were ordered to murder the resurrections. I have a plan in mind. Do not fret."

"Understood." and with that he is left alone with the silence of the night.

He reached for his swords and laid it upon his lap, his fingers subconsciously tracing the pattern on the handle. "Celestis", he'd named it as soon as his father had presented it in front of his 8 years old self, His mother, who'd stood a few paces behind had looked over laughing heftily.