[WARNING: Violent Depiction]
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Argider moved through the opulent halls of the pleasure house, each room more lavish than the last. She scanned her surroundings with a single-minded focus, her mind fixed on the intels she received at hand from Addysen. She'd been told that mostly the word of the upheaval at Aloxus' entrance had been making its way up, the security tightened to a point of near-suffocation. That the city was becoming thicker with tension.
Addysen, too, had beco privy to whispers circulating – whispers suggesting that sothing in regard to Argider felt awry.
It wasn't just that her sudden absence had gone unntioned; it was as though it had never even happened. And so, it was not surprising that the oblivious crowd earlier had displayed such an unbewildered daze. After all, if the Emperor were to go missing, the news would have spread like wildfire. The fact that no whispers of her disappearance were circulating suggested that this information was being deliberately concealed.
Until it was the right mont to strike - she feared.
She halted in her tracks, her eyes fixating on a familiar brown head of hair visible in one of the rooms of the upper echelons' pleasure house. That boyish face, forever wearing an air of innocence, brought a wave of relief to Argider. She recognized those wide, mushy green eyes, always carrying a smile that she knew all too well.
Denzelle Arctera, the third son of Grand Duke Arctera, the family renowned for their scholarly pursuits and intellectual prowess that they served the crown as advisors. He served as Argider's loyal right-hand man, enduring her every capricious whim with a mix of patience and resignation.
Then, she looked at the top of his head. "Let's see..."
— [Judgnt of the Emperor ▪︎ 100]
On this day, for the first ti, Argider encountered a positive sign amidst the series of misfortunes she had experienced this morning. Finally!
Without a clue of what was about to unfold, Denzelle lay there, blissfully ignorant. But he could hear sounds of approaching footsteps, his only attention to every little step slightly longer than the other.
He sat up abruptly, his slim but masculine fra coming into view, his bewildered mind ranging out. He was imdiately startled when there lood a cloak covered figure. "W-Who are you?!"
"Calm down! It's !" she whispered urgently, her finger held against her lips in a gesture of hush.
"W-W-What?.."
As the distance between them lessened, Denzelle's face shifted to disbelief, his breath catching in his chest. It almost seed as if he were witnessing a specter rising from the grave. His eyes were big, and his mouth hung wide open while he grappled with the sight before him, his mind scrambling to make sense of what he was witnessing.
He took stock of his surroundings, confirming the items in his hands: a clock in his right, an empty hand in his left, and the unmistakable signs of the activities he had been engaged in within the room. With a furrowed brow and a quick ntal checklist, it beca increasingly clear that he hadn't been dreaming after all.
"Argider?" His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper as he uttered her na.
She smiled faintly, "It's . Why am I not surprised you're her-"
"H-How," he interefered in fearful impatience, erging away from the comfort of the bedheet, his slim figure showing. "What are you doing here? Why do you look slightly... different?"
After gathering the desired intel from Addysen, Argider traded her regular robes for a set of practical and nondescript cloaks that successfully veiled her head and body. Despite this, her eyes were the only feature that stood out – those translucent eyes glistening with an array of colors that was instantly familiar to Denzelle. There was no denying it – it was unmistakably Argider.
"It's a long story," Argider sighed, "but one thing led to another and here I am. I was told you were in this very sa establishnt. It's good to see you haven't changed, my friend. Still the sa degenerate behind that nerdy facade." She gave his nose a playful tweak then scanned the room.
Below, there were tunics neatly stacked with other pairs, a plain white or cream color, with no decorative embellishnts, suggesting their role as functional undergarnts rather than items of fashion. Its fine, tailored fabric of the trousers and shirt seamlessly blended into a well-coordinated ensemble, accentuated by the intricately embellished details that spoke of the wearer's refined sensibilities.
"This seems rather formal," Argider observed, gesturing towards the neat stacks of clothes. "Are you being invited to sothing?"
Denzelle nodded, "Well, yes. There will be a party later at the palace. Your mother has been included in the list of attendees." He added, his tone carrying a hint of reproach, "You would have been inford, too, if you hadn't vanished."
"So it was noticed that I had gone?" she sounded skeptical.
"Indeed," Denzelle confird, "But they rely assud that you were out... with ladies." He chuckled.
As he stepped away from the bed, gathering his garnts from the floor, he couldn't help but express his interest. "But I do wonder..." he mused, as he slipped into his trousers, "Why have you covered yourself up like that? What's behind your cloak, Argider? Not only that... you sound rather squeeky."
Argider hesitated initially, her hands trembling as she slowly pulled down her concealing cloak. Gradually, her features ca into view, her face appearing smaller and more delicate, while her nose beca slender and more refined. As her hood fell away, her long locks cascaded down, framing her face perfectly.
Denzelle's body tensed, muscles clenching in response to the unexpected sight before him. Shock was indisputable in his eyes.
"What's wrong...?" Argider questioned, perplexity on her face as she tried to decipher the expression in his eyes. "You know, I'm in dire need of your assistance. I need to reach the Palace before it's too late. Sothing ominous is approaching, and-"
"You...." He stook a step closer, then another. "You... were chosen as the system holder?! You, of all people?! This cannot happen!"
Argider froze. The man did not react to her new form, but rather, the system that was beyond his human senses?
Denzelle's face contorted with rage as he seized a fistful of Argider's alabaster locks, thrusting her head forcefully into the dresser that stood next to the bedpost. Denzelle paid no heed to the guttural screams and the blood staining the dressing table, nor did he acknowledge the grueso, gory remnants now adorning the wall in a violent red.
As their eyes finally t, Argider's gaze was tearing and pleading, a re receptacle for Denzelle's displeasure. On one knee, he scrutinized the bruise on her dainty face, watching as the colors deepened to a nacing purple, the blood, sweat, and tears blending together in a grotesque mosaic on her delicate features.
Her eyes, wide with fear, were strangely fixed, her gaze locked due to a mild concussion.
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