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

Fake kindness -5

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... ]

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The sun was shining bright, and the wind blew a gentle breeze on what otherwise would have been a warm yet tedious day of summer.

In a day like this Dakuikan would spent it basking in the afterglow of a profitable deal with a bottle of wine at his side as he watched the sun set from the comfort of his desk, away from the tedious rustling of papers and taxes from his many "deals" around the kingdom.

However, this time was not one of those as his attention was begrudgingly focused on the presence of a man wearing a black cowl to hide his features from his weary eyes.

His lips curled into a faint grimace of mild distaste though he made well in hiding it as he crossed his hands behind his back, his head held up high just at the same time his eyes bared down on his opposite who laid a few steps down the stairs leading to his desk.

''You are still here...? I thought you would have left by now..''

He said apologetic, almost bored by it. And though they were hidden from view, he could tell the mans eyes were twitching. Not pleased at all.

Well, it wasn't like he would have been pleased either in his place though.

''I wont leave without accomplishing my task or receiving a better answer..'' The man barked.

Once more the same short and boring answer.

Once more to deal with a stubborn man.

If only it could have been just any other day....than this one. Sadly, business did not work like that, or ever.

''I see...., a man of conviction if there was one'' He said cheerfully, hoping to elate a fake laugh in return, sadly, he got nothing but silent judgment.

[Tough crowd...eh?] Well, it didn't really mater, did it? ''However, what about the offer..? Any changes to it..?''

The thunderous sound of a boot stomping on the ground answered him faster than any word that came out soon after.

''Is still the same...''

The words were spatted back at his face with venomous intent.

With a practiced sigh, Dakuikan shook his head, more bothered by the waste of his precious time in this dealings than the need to try pretend an air of courtesy.

''Then I am afraid that I cant abide by such terms..''

''What...!?''

He shook his head, a gentle thing. ''Its nothing personal, it just doesn't interest us at this present moment what is currently on offer..''

He explained curtly while he stroked his trimmed beard with one hand. However that did not seemed to be of much help as the man was now visibly trembling, a gloved hand pointing an accusatory finger at him like a peasant would to a witch.

For some reason it reminded him of his daughters narcissistic antics...

Useless and pathetic..

The noise worse than its bite and far less amusing to witness...

''You...you would dare make an enemy of the cult on a whim? I heard you were bold, not mad...!''

A frown started to replace the gentle mask of the "loving father" he used to wear to those who were not very aware of what he was. The desire to have the man whipped to an inch of his life endearing the most sadistic of thoughts, however....it was one that he could not entertain.