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

Fake kindness -6

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

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''First order of business is that we need to start a speedy recruitment drive to recover our losses from this cataclysm that has shook the foundations of our faction. With the chaos on the streets and the amount of casualties in the civilian populace that came through it there must be a wide arrange of orphans ripe for the taking..''

''With what money? With what resources? Have you thought for a moment to consider that most of what we had disintegrated into that hole carved into the city or was confiscated by that pesky knights..?''

''We can always try to manage things ourselves, it would not be the firs time stolen goods slipped through the cracks of bureaucracy, we have done so with those who were captured from their cells....''

''Pah! Your worries pale in comparison with the true threat at hand. Instead of talking about money we should try to tackle the source of our problem and slay the bastard who did this in the name of our fallen master..''

''And join Fenrir to the grave alongside everyone else in a mushy puddle of grinded meat? I will pass...''

''Traitor..!''

''Idiot..!''

''Are you hearing yourselves? Instead of chasing ghost we should aim at the king and kill the red haired bastard. Its clear that he has a hand in this...for what is it not that the castle was spared where we stationed but the rest of the capital was raised? Clearly because whoever attacked us was told not to.. ''

''You exaggerate, its impossible that Klaus managed to find, let alone recruit such a powerful entity without us knowing. He thinks himself as a sly one...but he is nothing more than another boot-licker for the cult..''

''Which is why it makes the most sense! The only one that could blindside us without us really knowing while also showing a pathetic..''

''Nonsense..''

''No! Think about it guys-..''

''Enough of this..! No one is killing anyone, not yet anyway. ''

''Spoil sort..''

''We need to be quick and precise, so what have to do is contact the Thirteen blades and try to pull out a story that we have everything under control. With them we can make the other factions not try to swing by and take what smoldering remains are left of our holdings..''

''And how are we going to do that? I have some friends in the nobility and let me tell you, those sleezos are scheming something-

Zenon fought the urge to laugh either in bitterness or sheer madness at the sight of near a dozen of his fellow cultists shouting and gesturing at one another across a ransacked table in a dark and secluded room that was not part of the schematics of the royal palace. A location that they had made for themselves long ago in order to hide away from prying eyes and share information between members in case such secrecy was needed from other members of their own faction.

And it had started so well...

His lips barely curled in the displeasure that he felt...., watching them fight and argue like children yet with far less class as threats and barks filled the air. Still, given the extraordinary circumstances that had happened during these last few weeks it was not unreasonable to believe his fellow members were.... a bit peeved about things.

Sure, they had tried to maintain a dignified appearance...but it was not long before everyone started to express their displeasure and scorn which had barely been bottled up until that very moment, the sound of their arguments growing louder and louder as the minutes went by.