We Do What We Want

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The sun filled the blue, bright atmosphere. The green trees surrounded the peaceful home that Alex had invaded yesterday night.

Yet, unbeknownst to the elf assassin; was that Smiley and the man had a third party.

A black-cloaked man, with his hood over his head, began his way toward the rundown home. Grocery bags were in his grasp as he followed the path.

"Such a low-life form ordering me to go do things for him. Doesn't he know he has his own two legs?!" He exaggerated before letting out an irritated sigh.

The figure soon made it to the porch and walked inside the house. "Smiley! Nick! I'm-..."
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"What the hell happened here?" The cloaked man muttered once he looked up. Everything was damaged. A small blood puddle met his gaze making him furrow his brows.

"Old hag! You here?!" He shouted only to be responded with silence. The hooded man walked to the kitchen and placed the bags on the table. He then began to make his way to the living room. However, when he got closer, his face contorted to disgust as the smell of rotten flesh and iron filled the air.

He covered his nose with his shirt as he finally made it to the living room. The sight he was met with was gruesome. Dried-up blood covered the walls and floor as he took in the scene. His eyes met the bloodied corpse that flies had been swarming.

"At least this explains the smell but...that uniform.." he muttered under his breath before kneeling next to the body. His irises scanned the lifeless person before rolling it onto its back.

The corpse's face wasn't recognizable, but there was a name tag. The cloaked man grabbed it, "Liam. HA! I remember this flesh bag; suppose the lord above had other plans for this elf." he snickered before taking another glance at the uniform.

"And this uniform definitely belongs to that Solace family." He spoke to himself before standing up and dropping the name tag. He brushed off imaginary dust from his clothes before taking off his cloak. His blue eyes and black hair were revealed to the humid air. "And if I'm correct, I know exactly where they are." he chuckled.

The man snapped his fingers and a small storm of black smoke appeared behind him. Quickly, the dust turned into a black suited-up butler.

The blue-eyed boy turned to his butler that he had summoned. "Sebastian, clean this mess up. I want it to be sparkling by the time I'm back. And don't forget that door; it needs fixing." he orders as he summonses a portal.

"Yes, Levon, as you wish, young master." Sebastian bowed before getting to work immediately. Once Levon saw his butler working, he walked through the portal before it vanished.

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"So what do we plan on doing with the ones in the dungeon?" Alex spoke as she took her seat in front of the polished desk. "I am not interested in killing them." She stated firmly.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at his daughter, "Why is that? You always have slayed prisoners." he questioned as he placed down his tea.

"Something is different about them...A human accompanying a winged creature that is from our world? It is unusual." She mumbled to herself before placing a hand on her chin.

Oliver hummed in response before taking a sip of his brewed tea. "You will be able to interview them once they awaken. Which I suggest you doing now." he ordered before standing up from his chair.

Alex nodded her head; following her father's actions. "Understood, Father," she said before heading out and walking towards the dungeons. But before she left, she made sure to take the mask and the piece of cloth.