The Beast Within

Chapter 9

"My Lord, I've come to inform you that the cloak you hand tailored has been bought." A servant said after kneeling down before a rather large throne.

Felix lazily glanced at the servant before looking off to the side once again. "Was everything else bought with the cloak?" He inquired, his tone uncaring and dark.

"Yes my Lord, everything was bought at the same time by that male Indian assassin who goes by the name Connor. When asked about why he was getting it, he told the shop keeper that it was a gift for a friend. Presumably a female seeing as how the cloak was designed for the feminine curves of the woman's body." The servant replied.

How interesting. Felix thought after a wave of anguish racked through him.

"Fetch the Moth Priest." He commanded, causing the servant to immediately jump up and run off.

How interesting indeed.

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Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Sorrow. Theses were the four most dominate feelings that took over after I entered the treasury room quietly. The mounted wall torches illuminating the various items strewn about with a soft orange glow.

I stared at the golden scroll hanging on a placard before me with unveiled disdain. This thing had been the sole cause of a great mentors demise. If it wasn't for the damn accursed thing he would still be alive, and the Blades would've been none the wiser about his existence. But now it seems that the scroll would be given a second chance, a chance to redeem itself from its dark bloody history. That is if it could spit out the answers I seek.

Which required the Moth Priest.

Though my dragon blood gave me the ability to peer into an Elder Scroll without harm, I did not desire to look into this particular one. Not to mention the fact that I had tried to destroy it on numerous occasion. Which all, of course, ultimately failed in succeeding. And I wouldn't put it past the damn thing to hold a grudge for it.

"You wished to see me Lord Felix?" The Moth Priest asked as he approached where I was standing, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, I did Dexion. I need you to start preparing to read this Elder Scroll for me." I replied darkly, my tone twisted by the various negative feelings coursing through my veins.

"I would be glad to, Master. But may I ask why you don't want me to read it right away?" Is he an idiot?

"Dexion, I would rather you not go temporarily blind on me again like last time. You are a useful thrall, one that I do not wish to put down. Therefore I need to you prepare to read this scroll. It will only be for a few minutes, I only need two questioned answered after all." I turned livid burning amber eyes towards the thrall. No way in Oblivion would I let him repeat the same mistake twice.

"As you wish Master." He bowed and left to prepare.

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"Felix, what are you planning?" A feminine voice called out from the main gate. I flinched and turned around to face my twin sister. Of course she would catch me as I tried slipping away.

"Nothing sister. Go back inside, I'll be back later." Was my sharp reply. I didn't need her knowing about my suspicions, or where I was going. The less people that know about it, the better.

"This is about her isn't it?" She sighed when I stiffened. "You know you can tell me brother, but I respect your privacy as well. Be safe while out there, and if you do find her try not to lose her again?"

My eyes narrowed into dark slits at that. Even if she is my twin, that didn't mean I liked her. Or her attitude. "Of course Serana. Good night."

Stupid bitch, who does she think she is to talk to me like that?

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The Homestead.

It's been a long while since I've stepped foot here. The towering two story building made of red brick gave off the feeling of a welcoming home. But looks can be deceiving, something I know all to well. For inside the welcoming looking home resided assassins of all makes and kinds. It brought a smile to my usually stotic face. I wonder if they are still as lively as ever.

"Hail friend." Aveline, a young French-African assassin called out. Though most of her face was hidden by a grey hood, I could just make out the happy smile that adorned her features. "What brings you out to our neck of the woods?"

I chuckled to myself. "Just stopping by to visit old friends Aveline. Are Edward and Ezio still causing problems for you? Last I heard both men got drunk and pestered for your hand in marriage."

The young assassin bellowed out a hearty laugh and slapped her thigh in amusement. "Gods no, they stay well away from me after I threatened to castrate them during that incident." Amusement flickered in her hazel eyes.

"Any man would be frightened by that." Was the only reply I could offer her for that statement. She reminded me of the woman I wished to take as my wife, strong and reliable with a sadistic streak if you crossed her. "Have you seen Connor around? I have business with him I'm afraid."

"He arrived a couple of hours ago with Altair and a stranger in tow. Should be in the study with the others right now." Aveline motioned towards the house with her head.

"Thank you. Oh and do try to not frighten poor Ezio and Edward anymore than you already have."

I was greeted with a snort of laughter from the woman before walking off towards the Homestead front door.

My suspicions were correct. She is here.

A dark grin crept up onto my face as I grabbed the door handle and pushed down. The door swinging open with ease.

I've got you now....Forest.

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