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Allister is an asshole ™

The sky outside was the color of ash, covering the whole town in a shadow. Inside a manor sat a man thinking inside his office. It was filled with books, maps, and various oriental pieces of art; however, this office had no windows nor any vents. Somewhat like a cell the man considered this room to be his one true place of solitude.

Hence, in this room in particular, he preferred to be alone.

Allister Vylum was known for his charisma and suave to anyone who met him. In fact, that was something he prided himself on; but, here in this office, was his moment to reflect.

With his back to the door he flipped through the pages of an old leather bound book. A slight frown was on his face before he heard the opening of a door behind him. He turned, now scowling, to see a young and finely dressed lady waiting for him in the doorway.

"Miss Sandrine," Allister said flatly, closing his book and setting down on his desk. "You must have a very urgent need to come here."

Sandrine smiled and laughed softly, walking in and closing the door. She walked over to Allister and leaned over the desk to get in eye level with him.

"Can't you spend some time with me? It's been ages since we've...talked," She chimed sweetly. Allister glared at her with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's been a week, and quite frankly, I am no longer in need to pay for your visits anymore." The man replied to her with no emotion in his voice whatsoever. He squinted his eyes as he looked her up and down. "Who even let you into my house?"

A look of hurt replaced the smile on Sandrine's face as she watched Allister stand up to put away the book he had been reading. As she stuttered for a response Allister continued.

"I'm sorry, miss, but our relationship is no-"

"Allister, you don't need to pay for me!" Sandrine interrupted, dashing desperately over to the man, trying to stop his words. "I'll do anything you want, you need only ask." She paused, putting her hand on Allister's chest. "Because I love you Allister..."

The final words seemed to linger in the air like smog, and Allister looked down at Sandrine with a dead look in his eyes.

"Need I remind you that you are a whore Sandrine, I payed for your disposal. Nothing more," He put away the book, not letting his eyes leave her gaze. Tears had begun to streak down Sandrine's face as her lips trembled.

"But...You can't just...Allister..." she stumbled for words as he finally looked away, losing interest. "It's because of that man you brought in, isn't it?" Sandrine shouted, waving her hands in the air in desperation.

"I thought the damn maids were spreading dirty rumors, but you really are a perverse fagg-"

Allister smacked Sandrine across the face and grabbed her neck, holding her up against the wall. She let out a panicked gasp as the air went out of her lungs.

"You have no idea what you're accusing me of, woman." Allister spat out, not relenting his grip on her. "That man, unlike you, means something to me. And you know nothing when you yell out words like that."

He let her go and watched her crumble into a crevice in the wall. Sandrine was trembling as she looked at the man infront of her with fear. The man she had seen before was entrancing and magical; something from a child's dreams. But now she shook in fear as he inched closer and closer to her. Allister lifted her up from the ground and held her face in her hands, too soft for having attacked her just a second ago.

"Thank you for visiting, dear." He whispered, his voice soft and dreamlike, just like how he talked to her before; however, his cold hands and glaring eyes showing it was all a  lie.

With one swift movement Allister twisted her head back, hearing a loud crack as Sandrine's body went slack in his grasp. He lowered her body to lay against the wall and stepped back to look her up and down.

Sighing softly, Allister turned away to lock his door before heading to his desk to read again. He'd deal with it later, reading seemed like a much more interesting topic at the moment.