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Headed for the lobby, Fearal first entered the dark, nearby corridor where he had first spoken to The Master. He stopped just before the statue protruding out from the arched wall. It depicted Klasic, holding a sword and wearing a large black cloak. It read: The future of The Fallen."That stupid fool. To think he is supposed to be my replacement."
He stopped in front of a large monitor.
Fearal removed his black hood and cloak, revealing his completely white skin and naked upper body. It was covered in black tattoos and he wore black, loose-fitting pants with matching boots. His long, black hair hung just above his shoulder blades and he had yellow snake-like eyes. Strapped to a black sash around his waist were 2 long swords.
'Now to the business at hand,' Fearal mentally told himself. The corridor lights dimmed, and a crackly red image appeared on the screen.
There would be no applause for the man he was about to address. Fearal disliked talking to "inferiors" and it showed on his face as he had slight look of disgust on his face as the man appeared on the screen. However, he failed to realize that this man would not be intimidated.
The man was clean-shaven with his arms crossed. The look upon his face meant he was all business. He was dressed simply, but Fearal quickly noticed the scars across the man's arms. Fearal nodded at the man ever so slightly.
"I take it things are proceeding as planned," Fearal announced to the man with the utmost of authority.
The man said nothing, he was instead as motionless as a rock, staring into nothing it seemed.
Fearal cocked an eyebrow. "I must say, you appeared far more intimidating when we met upon the moons of Bosk." Fearal remembered the 2 Crutian blades the man had carried, along with a very powerful suit, outfitted with many dangerous weapons.
The man smirked. It was the closest thing to any emotion he would show. "Don't let appearances fool you Fearal."
'No respect,' Fearal thought to himself. He tried his statement as a question this time. "So the mission is proceeding as planned?"
His arms staying crossed, the man answered. "The striking points have been set... my apprentice RedHawk is overseeing the operation at Zabri as we speak."
Fearal found it hard enough to trust one assassin. Now this man had recruited other shady individuals to help with the trap.
"And you trust this... RedHawk?" Fearal asked.
"We already went over this, Fearal. You have my word," the man explained. "Besides, you should know, your payment makes me loyal beyond reason."
Fearal allowed himself a sly smile. "Ah yes. The assassin's true creed."
Now the man nodded, slowly. "If your information is accurate, then this man, Klasic, won't have a chance."
"Do not underestimate the target," Fearal sternly warned. "To capture a Fallen, one must have precise skills."
"Listen Fearal, for me to believe that a Fallen Lord has infiltrated Zabri is hard enough. Now you want me to think he's able to defeat my team of assassins?" The man seemed insulted.
"Without question," was Fearal's response.
"Fearal... if what you say is true, and he's flushed out of his hideout upon the balconies at precisely the time you planned, then he won't have a chance," the man said with confidence.
"Is that so?" Fearal asked dryly.
"Yes... your payment guarantees it." The man appeared to be smiling.
"Yes, indeed it does." Fearal paused. "I shall contact you with the exact time and location when my business is done." He paused once more, putting a finger to his chin. "And what do I call you?"
"Crow," the man announced with no emotion.
"Well Crow... I thank you for your alliance." Fearal wanted to give WhiteCrow some extra drive. "You shall be rewarded after we claim victory."
"Always a pleasure to serve a Fallen." Crow's conclusive statement amused the former lord of The Fallen.
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