Who Are You?

Arc 3.16 - Luther Abravel

A/N: NSFW!!
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"Who the hell are these two?" He questioned Luther while glaring with crossed arms at the other two unwanted encroachers in the room.

"They're my people." Luther stated as though it was common knowledge.

The siblings smirked in unison, looking smug and ridiculing towards the Prince. His mind stuttered to a stop, then immediately blackened over into rage at the admission of claim.

Luther gazed over them all with narrowed eyes. He didn't understand why the tension between them increased.

"I trust them with my life."

Reid felt like he might start convulsing if Luther continued giving these people anymore importance. He can't stand anyone else being held in Luther's eyes other than him.

Luther turned his head to the smug looking siblings.

"I trust him with my life as well. You are all to reign in this hostility you hold towards each other and deal with it at a later time. We have other matters to attend to."

Like a switch, their auras changed alongside their expressions into hardened soldiers.

"Note it down. These are the people that are to be cleansed from the Zenith Regiment. Look into their backgrounds and the people who they usually associate with. Clark Miller, Borne Oak, Duho Ma, Rachel Palmer, Yang Li..." he continued listing more than half of the elites of their militia. The others were all dark as the names went on.

"I've already put Shadows on most of them. Those I've missed will be put onto surveillance immediately." Eira stepped up. "The moment our investigations holds fruit, they'll be put down for discrete elimination."

Luther nodded, "I'll need you and Reid to handle them personally. Shadows won't be enough to take them down. And with me in this compromised state, you two will have to finish the job."

"I will stay by your side General. I'm more than capable of protecting you and—" Reid's dissatisfied tone got cut off sharply.

"No." This simple cold word felt like a stab to his heart, "You and Eira will go back to camp. Arye will stay. He's a certified medic with exceptional combat skills. You're not needed here."

"But—"

"That's an order Lt. General."

Reid's expression grew cold as he stood at attention, "Sir."

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Not long after Luther's shadow soldiers reported back the full situation.

The nobles were taking advantage of his sudden loss of power. Other regiments thinking Luther had died, began to move forward with reaping their territory.

Fools.

Did they think those cultivated personally by Luther would stand by? Eira was already hearing reports of infighting. Was Hendrik Abravel chopped liver? Though he was old and the former commander of the Zenith regiment he was still a revered figure in society. Powerful enough to make even those close to the King tremble in fear. Much less these arrogant fools that simply had gained a slight advantage and now thought they were the most formidable.

Eira and Reid left to take back control of their base, rallying with Hendrik Abravel and Luther's vast support of hidden loyal soldiers.

First his loyal troops captured the camps new "leader", from there they roved in on the traitors. Trapping them down one by one, chaining them into the dungeons. Hendrik kept a leash on the noblemen.