"Wait!" Shouted the little teen with tears of fear rolling down his cheeks. He pushed out of the huddle of guards, cuffing his palms with buckling knees and terribly stiff shoulders.
"We do not wish for war! I am Karval, a disciple of Lord Ventura, one of the twelve champions of Winterpool. We by no ans wish you disrespect. I can assure you, Lord Snow."
Zanris gave a mischievous smile that slt of blood and tilted her head like a cat up to no good. " Is that right? But Karval. I'm sure you can see it our way. You are less than one hundred years while we are over a cycle. From how I see it, it's quite insulting. Don't you think, Master?"
"I still stand by what I said. But I am a kind King. So boy, I'll give you a single chance. Just one before I mail you back to your Master in pieces. And don't mince words. I'm in a hurry."
Unease prickled the boy's skin, and his head dipped to my disappointnt; this was not children's business. I'm not here to train the boy or be his stepping stone or milestone. I am a King, not a pawn.
"Boy… I'll not wait long. Entertain or be my lunch."
Peering into his little heart, I couldn't help but be shocked at how fortified it was. Sure the brat was scared, but his mind seed more put together than Devils. A feat that wasn't small.
He snapped his eyes to and spoke with a tinge of regal that couldn't be concealed from my ear, " We of the Twelve Lords of Winterpool wish an alliance with the Nation of Noctem. Winterpool is prepared to offer various herbs, spices, and tals for trade that could benefit Noctem."
Zanris slid her eye to , and I was a little tempted: This was what was needed in the Hells. Money wasn't a problem when you could take out a line of credit. Plus, I have the Abyss, a land untapped by anyone.
"That's all nice, but I'm more curious about how a child is supposed to do business. What is your title aside from disciple? You do not represent the treasury or the armory. Head back to Winterpool. I'll allow you, your head, this once. But next ti you return, it's best to be with soone with relevance. If not, I'll kill you and everyone they sent."
"Lord Snow, I assure you I—"
"You are but a child. I don't do business with children, even if you have a superior mind. Any promises you make an shit in the end. If you don't wish to be nothing, gain a title that doesn't use your master na. Be a man. Now fuck off."
Waving Karval away, I ignored the brightening of the child's cheeks, flushed with anger and embarrassnt. But I couldn't find it in to give a single fuck. The fact I didn't outright kill him was already a testant to my control. There'll be no next ti, though.
Staring as the Delegates of Winterpool left under my eye, I turned to Zan smiling. "What's with that look."
"Zan is curious as to why you allowed him to leave."
"We need supplies. Ready any armies down here. I need the land around what's left of the Eben Forest to be cultivated, sa with the skies. Use all our technology. Also, get in contact with Genisis. Those bastards have a lot of technology that can be of relevance to us."
Going over a few things I required of Zanris, my expression slowly went to ice on the discussion of Aether and the Ilthad.
"The Black family will probably send soone to speak alliance soon. Sa with the other lands that lost good soldiers in our last skirmish. The Ilthad will be appearing soon as well. Give them the best treatnt and signal to them that they are welco in Noctem. And if you see one with high potential, outright give him control of this land, and tell him to conquer Iluthath. Their price will be ten percent of what they conquer."
"... That's a lot, Master. Can we go to Seven percent? Iluthath is massive, but the Ilthad are without land. Let's abuse their needs for a holy land. Not like they can do anything about it."
I smiled at that… she was good.
"Do whatever you feel is right. But the cap is ten percent. Contact through the Holocube once everything is done. Now before I go, is there anything I need to know?"
Zanris frowned a bit and nodded. "Maybe. I was contacted a few months ago by the Head of the Court of Nox, Yornen. Seems he needs sothing."
Yornen…"How'd he sound?"
"Cold, aloof. He didn't give away anything." Said Zanris stoically, with a cute frown. "He gave a holocube to contact you." She opened her palm, revealing a black and gold cube brimming with Ilthadian runes. Feeling the Astral energy bleeding out of the cube, I knew it was a secure line."
"Lily is the Ilthad, my enemy?"
"Depends how you look at it." Replied Lily. "Crowe is their mortal enemy. He beca so angry after… Well, that doesn't matter. But he hates them. Iza and hubby are cool with them, though."
"…hubby?"
"I'm going to 'down' your Son. That's a fact… and your daughter. Crowe can get it too! "
"…"
Lily needs god.
Clearing my throat to rid myself of this crazy woman's fantasy, I took hold of the Holocube. " Also, get in touch with the Trading Guild, and start buying resources but go through Karr when doing so."
"K!" She said brightly. "Can Zan get so hugs and kisses now?"
"Nope. Do a good job, and you can have so. Call if you're not sure." I said, shadow stepping back into the Nines, right onto the bridge littered with endless souls.
Ash of Arakiel's wings was still billowing over my flesh, searing my soul and flesh with its death touch. Sa with the souls surrounding . But this all gave an idea.
"Arsene… you were struck down by the Holy Ghost. Do you want to anger him and Hellmaster?"
"It's a lower realm."
"These souls belong to the Hells."
"But…"
"You've been warned." Said Lily.
"..."
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