Dante sauntered lazily into the classroom that break of day, unaware of his light vagabond swagger that caught the eye of all the girls. Unaware of how his perfect, rugged profile and messy blackened haircloth brought a hobble in their breath. Unaware of how the early guys hated him with the terrifying saturation of an angry horde of bees. He wove his way through the labyrinth of desks to his at the back up recession, away from the citizenry who bothered him so. registration was set to consume place in five minutes, at 8.50, and he knew that his figure's recent accession to the register would be forgotten again, and that he would give birth to explicate that he was new and had been here last week again, and would have to put up with standing infront of the whole family while the girls drooled and the guy glared again.
He sat back and folded his arms across his muscular thorax, and was acutely mindful of the ‘ popular'group of boy talking and laughing in hushed vocalisation, occasionally looking back at him with despite and unsuppressed malice. He was also very aware of the gaggle of fille at the other position of the classroom nattering restlessly or putting on makeup. He took in all the events around him with a quick glance and settled back again. The undesirable attention he received chafe him. He didn't want it, and he couldn't help the way he looked, walked and talked. It was who he was.
The movement of a guy caught Dante's eye immediately. His bottomless pitch blackness eyes flicked up from his desk in an instant and met his optic as he hulked across the schoolroom. He didn't seem bothered though. He had the self self-assurance and bearing of a bully, and Dante had taken that in the number one day they met. Sid was up to something today, he could severalise, and he was ready. As far as he knew, Dante was the oldest in the class at 18 years and six calendar month old, but that by no means meant he was the heavy. Sid was, he'd heard, pretty new to Danauby School too. No wonder he was already so ‘ popular'after seeing the way he threw his weight around. His weight, however, was not necessarily muscle as Dante's was. The mood in the room switched as quickly as everyone's idea took in that Sid had made a move, and prevision hung as heavily as musk in the air. The silence was deafening. Dante kept a straight face as he approached, openly taking in his gross teeth in a skewed, overshot jaw and the considerable absence of his powdered ginger hair.
"Get up, Hatake."Sid said huskily.
"Sit down, Sid."Dante Alighieri replied disdainfully, unfussed. He'd confronted him before and failed to do anything remotely interesting. Dante was sick of his games. Sid stepped in close and planted his huge script on Dante's desk, leaning in and grinning uncouthly in his face.
Dante grimaced,"Did I ever mention how vile your breath smells ?"he said flatly, never breaking eye contact.
Something akin to a death stare passed over Sid's face. Dante allowed himself a little quirk of his lips. impudence turned from gluey pale to red to empurple in a matter of secondment and then he shoved the desk sideways suddenly, causing the girls to scatter with a shriek."You're going to pay for that, mate ! No-one talks to me like that and gets away with it."He roared. Other social class gathered at the doorway, hooting and cheering like a pack of wild animals. They were all cheering for Sid, who, fuelled on by the financial backing jumped into the gap he'd created and drew back his Brobdingnagian fist with slow and giant-like cause for a punch. Dante stood suddenly, his chair sliding back with a hiss, and vaulted the hot seat to his flop easily. Sid's punch missed by light year. How many times have I moved schools because of these damnable affairs ? end year of schooling. I'm not moving again. Dante thought, the constant fire of anger in his eye beginning to roar again. Sid's face dropped at Dante's liquid dodge. He smiled. If Sid could have got any raging at that point, he would have exploded. He tried, and failed miserably to swallow the fury inside him. He shoved the desk fully at Dante, who to his surprise leaped up onto the desk like a cat, hampering his movement. His jaw dropped with electrical shock and Dante took the chance to recoil him in the mouth. Hard. Blood fountained from his broken nozzle and shattered tooth. He rocked backwards, then forwards as if time had slowed, then pitched over sideways, taking a couple of chairs with him. The silence was back again. Everyone was staring at him with mouths agape. Two girls ran from the room, obviously to find oneself a teacher of some description and the sound of their ram down footfall receded until silence descended again. Dante was panting as rage crept up from the depths and he struggled to hold it in. Beating a pathetic bully like Sid did nothing what-so-ever to make him feel better."Friends"went to check on Sid, giving Dante a full place as if he were a wild animal, which he supposed was how the others saw him.
Being the centre of aid like that was suffocating for Dante, he felt the need to be out in the unclouded air, to be able to move in sync with the melody of the blood in his venous blood vessel, and that's what he did.
"Move out of my way."He said dangerously, and a path cleared between him and the door. He leaped from table-top to table-top like he would've done in the training grounds of the Guild, and flew down the fire escape onto the plain. He stopped. The stillness of outdoors was beautiful. He stopped and allowed his fury subside and his parentage to hang in musical harmony with the earth. Taking a breath of the chill air he glided to the far end of the field. Two four-inch kunai throwing knife were in his workforce before he knew it, spinning in a dizzying successiveness from finger to finger that only he could dominate, lost in cerebration. Would there be any loss if I left ? He thought dismally, I live alone. No-one would notice. Why don't I just end it now. A decision was made, then. The knives stopped their angered whirling and came to a chilly halt. Jugular or wrist ? He knew it well. Both would be painless, effortless. An end to the pain. He began spinning the knives again.
A call brought Dante back from the brink. He stopped spinning his knives and jammed them into the holsters hidden by his blazer before his headmaster would see as he stormed across the field towards him."Dante Hatake ! ejaculate here right now !"Dante stopped and allowed him to catch up, puffing from his little jog.
"Sir ?"He responded.
"Is it avowedly what Leiaa said you did to Sid ? You do realize that strong-arm violence is strictly forbidden ?"
"Yes, sir. But I did it in self-defence- Sid acted first."
"That's not what I heard from every attestant I asked,"he continued to bluster.
"I'm sure it isn't,"Dante replied sedately, suppressing his irritation.
"wellspring if you would handle to --"Headmaster Dukes was cut off as the shrill wail of the fire warning device knifed through the secretiveness. Dante Alighieri sighed, the tiniest international mark of his irritation."If you would care to stick to me to the tennis motor hotel ..."he said as if expecting it, and started waddling to the fire-assembly point on the tennis courts. Already class 7 educatee were gathering in their PE kits, jiggling about in the frigidity."Just go and suffer with your mannequin. Don't pull in any aid,"he ordered Dante and then, strangely smiled sadly. Dante frowned at him and then lined with his form as he had been told. Sid was there, holding a all-fired bandage to his nozzle and standing with the nurse in the parentage. He looked aflutter. Dante was forced to support standing future to a fille who looked up at him, eyelids battering as if he were a god she'd like to bed. Ignoring her and the slow fire-drill bear on events taking post around him, Dante studied the field opposite him. Trees and Vannevar Bush lined the perimeter to separate the out of doors world from school belongings. Something moved amongst the shrubbery and caught Dante's eye."Hey did you ... Never mind,"he said as the girl goggled him again. He searched the view again but saw nothing.
"Ladies and gentlemen, be quiet please,"Mr fake, who now wore a fluorescent fixture yellow jacket crown and stood on a footmark ladder said through a mike. Silence quickly began to fall."Due to new health
and safety regulations we have been forced to call a fervidness drill and try a unlike technique. Instead of doing a separate register for each form, we're doing one per year group."Groans erupted as it dawned that this would take longer than usual, meaning longer stood in the cold."Please cooperate here ! Raise your paw and say, ‘ yes'when I say your name. OK. Year 7. Jenine Aberford."
"Yeah."A hand stuck out of the rabble.
"Bethany Axe."Another ‘ yes'was shouted, accompanied by a hand. The summons seemed to go on forever before he reached Year 11."Right,"Jukes announced,"years 7, 8, 9, 10 yield to lesson please."Another groan from class 11 and 6th Form. Dante stood in displeasure as he watched the respite of the shoal data file away. He looked around again, totally disinterested in the events around him. Something moved again. He looked behind him, and again he saw something. The wind, surely. There was no wind. The registry finally began but Dante continued to watch as Thomas More and more tiny movements seemed to take stead at the bound of his visual sensation. He'd relocation to get a skillful look and there was nothing there. Paranoia. With Hatake being about a one-third of the way down the register, Dante had a funfair, agonising, shifty postponement before it was his turn.
"Dante Hatake."
"Here."Dante called.
"Dante Hatake. roll your arm please, are you demonstrate ?"
Of form I'm present, you were with me twenty minutes ago, you dolt ! Dante Alighieri thought savagely as he did an emphasised wave at Jukes, pulling a face causing a few titters to go up around him. Mr jook house just looked at him for a mo, and then shifted his heart quickly to somewhere behind him. Dante turned too, and there was definitely individual moving through the gang towards him. There were definitely masses in the shrubbery. Dante froze, but remembering his training, palmed a tongue, never taking his eyes off the figure. The man wore a long Negro coating that was flapping gently as a gentle wind plucked at it, his wavy, shoulder-length whisker was casually messed and his piercing blue eyes were locked onto Dante, a smile of acid contempt twisting his lip as he easily navigated the crowd.
Another two men, similarly dressed in wise apparel were also weaving through towards him, their fatal attire standing out easily against the hideous red-and-gold of the shoal colouration. One broke into a run as Dante saw him. He had a knife. A very, very long tongue that flashed in the watery sun as he pulled it smoothly from a holster. Dante wasn't sure what type it was- he'd never seen a one sided, curved blade like this, the brand sculpted from some burnished pitch blackness stone that seemed to shine red as origin where it caught the sun, but he knew one affair. That knife was destined for his chassis. The man was shoving student now, who began to scream at the visual modality of the knife. Chaos erupted. Dante forced his soundbox to work, forcing his training to the forefront of his mind. He fixed the man in his head, aimed and threw his knife. The man took it right between the optic, staggered sharply sideways and dropped like a fly. Dante hadn't killed in a long time, and he didn't like it."Shit,"he cursed loudly, staring at the torso metres away.
The other men leapt into action, suddenly a few more than Dante had originally seen they all ran forwards, except one. Blue-eyes. Dante had no metre to imagine. He bolted through the gap he'd created and onto the field. With free space, he picked up pace easily, sprinting from one incline to the other in seconds. A ado of throwing knives whizzed past him, but never close to lethal spots. These men weren't out to kill him. Dante chanced a quick look behind him. Mr Jukes was watching calmly while the rest of the school day panicked. Just leaving the confines of the crowd were five men all dressed in black and eyeing Dante Alighieri up with practised precision, but Blue-eyes wasn't there. He turned back and darted for a pickle in the fence that he knew was just behind this Tree ... Two men jumped out, taking Dante by surprisal. One however, quickly ended up with a knife in his jugular thanks to Dante's lightning reactions. Now, weaponless, he was pitted against the second man who appeared to be wielding a crossbow. A crossbow ? He skidded to a check and managed to confound himself into a side-roll just in time to miss a crossbow quarrel to the patella. He shivered at the thought.
Wheeling around, he saw that his pursuer were moving forwards slowly in a semi-circle. He had no chance of escape. The man behind wasn't shooting anymore, and three More men were appearing to circle him. Dante turned in a rophy, looking for a gap but these men were well organised, it seemed. Blue-eyes had emerged now and was stood out of the perimeter of the roundabout, watching. He seemed like the leader, so Dante Alighieri faced him squarely and tried to look confident, standing tall and looking him in the eye aggressively. Blue-eyes grinned.
Suddenly the sound of running animal foot approached behind him and a quite a little slammed his body sideways. Dante groaned as botheration shot up his back and he tried to blink shooting headliner from his vision. An apparent cold nicked his chassis near the jugular. Dante laid back his head and looked up at his aggressor. coldness green eyes looked down the diaphysis of a one-foot knife. In an flash three other men were on him including Blue-eyes. He kneeled and conducted a lightning consistency search while others threatened him down with knives and crossbows. Who the blaze are these citizenry ? Dante Alighieri thought, stunned."Ok. Get up. Up up up !"Green-eyes snapped cruelly, disorientating Dante. He struggled to his pes and was impatiently shoved by Green-eyes who then put a knife to Dante Alighieri's throat. A Wave of nausea washed over him and he stopped, gasping for breath. Green-eyes was having none of it. He punched Dante in the breadbasket and then kneed him forwards as he retched drily. When he straightened again he saw that the population of Year 11 and 6th Form were watching in stunned silence. Blue-eyes came over,"Put your hands behind your back,"he said cooly.
Dante complied immediately.
"Good. You learn fast,"he whispered into Dante's ear from behind as he put a set of manacles on his wrist joint. He put a slender mitt on Dante's shoulder and almost too gently guided him across the field towards Mr Jukes.
Jukes stood tall, looking down at Dante hunched forwards in pain still."Kage."Mr jook joint said to Blue-eyes.
"Is this him ? You didn't mention that he was armed."He said calmly, but with a dangerous undertone as he gestured at the two bodies being carried away by soldiers in Shirley Temple Black military gear. jook blanched.
"It ... it is. Tell me, what will you do to him ?"
"That, is none of your concern. The Syndicate will do as required, you know the drill."
Dante suddenly felt raging and bedevil. He refused to move as Kage tried to push him away,"You gave me up. You coward. I'll be back for you, sir."He hissed through gritted teeth as Kage ‘ gently coaxed'by applying to a greater extent and more pressure with a knife until Dante felt it draw rakehell. When he still refused to move and continued staring dagger at Jukes, Kage kicked the spine of his knee savagely and he fell to his human knee. Yet he still retained eye contact with Mr Jukes as Kage put his knife firmly to his throat and whispered,"seed along now."In reply he tried to get up. Kage helped him and then led him to the support gate of the schoolhouse. Dante limped along, his body burst, but not in spirit.
"Who are you ?"He dared to ask.
"Your regretful nightmare."
Dante didn't reply. He'd just been crushed with a mental block of ice and his integral organic structure turned cold. Even his nitty-gritty turned moth-eaten as all hope and defiance seemed to betray him.
Kage was telling the truth.

The other men were already waiting outside the logic gate. Dante gasped in shock and almost stopped at the survey that met him. Every parking distance that had been cleared along the road, and for about 150 yards each way was parked a caravan of black 4x4 vehicle. Placed at regular intervals were men with crossbows who upon seeing Kage and Dante emerge cocked a bolt to their bow and aimed at Dante Alighieri with easy precision. With that he decided it would be best to get out of the bloodline of fervidness and tried to drag on Kage back to the protection of the gate. His lean frame betrayed none of his intensity. It seemed to assume zero for Kage to mesh Dante Alighieri in spot and threaten,"Don't, Dante, you'll make it unsound,"in a low voice. Dante Alighieri was breathing quick and terrified as he was pushed towards the exchange truck. He was tensed in expectation of being pierced by one of those 12 thunderbolt. The mad-man who had tackled Dante Alighieri earlier was stood by the car door with a pallid smile twisting his lips."Open it, Stark,"Kage ordered. He bowed and climbed in to the far fanny. Kage pushed Dante in next and then sandwiched him in. Suddenly sitting still made Dante realise just how much he was trembling. Both Stark and Kage had a stab drawn in prospect of him baulking. Not likely. The car pulled out behind the armoured motortruck infront of it and set off at wheel-screeching pace down the street as cars swerved to keep off it. The windowpane were blacked out on either face, but Dante could see out the front windowpane, and the two soldiers on the dorsum of the truck with guns. It made his cutis crawl to think of the total of guard he was under. What do they think I'm going to do ? knife them with inconspicuous knives with my hired man tied behind my back ? Dante thought. Just because he did some training in knife, and unarmed combat didn't make him this limited. Something was going on.
In no time Dante had completely lost his bearings, and after about an hour he began to get restless. His arms ached from sitting back against them, but he didn't dare to act. Time went on and it became painful to remain in the Saame military position. As slowly as he could he tried to shift his sleeve further up his book binding, but as soon as he started to strike a jolt of the car caused his weapon system to move suddenly. Both Kage and Stark leapt into action, drawing a moment knife from under-arm holsters and laying the first across his neck, pinning him to the seat."What are you doing ?"Kage growled dangerously. He didn't even look at him.
"I .... I was shifting view .... my weapon --"
"Get comfy now, we have a while to go yet. Stark."Kage moved his knife aside and Stark mirrored his actions. Reluctantly. Dante moved his arms around as often as he could and then sat back again.

Dante Alighieri didn't know how farseeing the journey was, but when they finally came to a freeze the surround that he was shoved out of the truck into by Stark was barren. A shite running was still depositing dust into the air in the caravan's wake, and aside from shrubbery and an old give up car there was nothing. He staggered on wooden wooden leg and fell to his knee in the detritus. Dante counted about 10 armed forces vehicles parked on the data track and men armed with tomahawks, knives, gas and crossbows were dressed in fatal. The men with guns were in black military gear, whereas the crossbowmen and knifemen wore suits and trenchcoats. Kage stood out from the others with blue trims on his jacket crown to match his middle. Stark took Dante's shoulder and forced him to his foot with a growling, and then produced a objet d'art of textile from his scoop. Dante Alighieri looked at him quizzically.
"Goodnight temperateness,"he said. It seems he met it literally, for he took the fabric and crudely tied it across Dante's optic. He was then marched forwards in silence to some unknown destination. Dante didn't feel that they went far, but it definitely felt as if they went down a steady incline. Soon, the auditory sensation of many metrical unit echoed around them, and the sound of a orotund door slamming shut completely split the almost-silence, causing him to jump off with shock and jar the knife that suddenly pressed against his kidney. Being forced to stand still, he listened to the phone of winder turning in a rusty lock, and then hinge screeching in protest to a alloy logic gate being opened. He was then pushed forwards a few step, his blindfold roughly removed, and shown the huge cavern around him, and the round barred cell he was caged in. The gate clanged shut, echoing loudly. The ceiling went up into the darkness and the boundary of the cave were almost completely shrouded in shadow, except for a minuscule gabardine door with abstemious leaking around the boundary. The vast doorway that had caused Dante to jump truly was huge and operated by some sort of electric mechanism. Tiny square windows about 20 foundation up the doorway allowed a humble amount of unnatural-looking light in, but it wasn't enough to penetrate the dark. Dante looked to who had shut the logic gate. Kage. Stark still gripped him with a sadistic decision. Positioned around the exterior of the jail cell were more military men. Stark unshackled Dante Alighieri's carpus and then stepped back to the edge of the cell, smiling. Dante Alighieri rolled his shoulder joint gratefully, but the touch sensation of stock rushing back harm. In the darkness Kage made some gesture, and suddenly blinding floodlights came on with a mechanical whump, shocking Dante and forcing him to squint. He groaned.
"Do you know why you're here ?"Kage asked, his voice ringing and eyes flashing.
"No,"Dante replied blankly, still disorientated. Before he even had time to react Stark had appeared infront of him. He punched Dante in the nose precisely and then disappeared back behind him. Dante tottered back a duo of whole tone in jolt, and then the pain dawned on him. Somehow Stark hadn't bring out his nozzle, even with such a forceful punch, but it was still bleeding profusely and agony overwhelmed him. He put his hands to his nozzle and doubled over with another groan."That's sir to you,"Stark barked. Dante nodded madly in answer, ineffective to speak, but that quickly alteration when Stark jumped around and punched again. Dante heard a cracking haphazardness in his ear. Even his attempt at a block had failed miserably against this man's amazing speed. He yelped with shock absorber and sank to the floor, quivering with hurting and ira."You're pathetic !"Stark exclaimed almost gleefully as he savagely kicked him."Get up and verbalise !"He shouted cruelly in Dante's ear as he yanked him up by his collar. Dante sagged in his grip but looked up under his eyebrows at the phone of a low, evil gag from Kage.
He trembled with concern and rage, but forced himself into submission."No, sir. I don't know why I'm here."This man was bad. Stark let him go and left him to resist swaying in the centre of the cell. Kage produced a knife and offered it to Dante hilt first, who flinched expectantly."Fight me,"he said,"and that's an order."Dante stood, gawping, but took the tongue. Kage smiled and then charged. He didn't even draw any weapons. Dante Alighieri dodged a backhanded end run and managed to get his equalizer. He found that it wasn't arduous to aggress with spirit to toss off. He dropped into a crouch, easily missing Kage's roundhouse kick, and then reel on his haunches to swipe at his exposed back. Dante had him- he knew it- and then was on the floor with Kage pinning him down. The knife Dante had held in his hand was still there, but Kage had bent his arm back and was holding the tongue to the back of his capitulum. All he needed to do was drive it nursing home. How the snake pit did he do that ? Dante didn't move. Didn't breathe."You see,"Kage whispered gently in his ear, sending shivers up his back."It's all about deception. It's how I live."Then he got up and stood back, leaving the knife with Dante Alighieri."Now here's what you'll do, and if you don't I'll make you very unhappy."
Dante looked at his blood pattering the story,"I am very unhappy."
Kage ignored the comment,"Kill Stark."
Dante and Stark's jaw dropped at the same time. Dante looked at Stark, who was staring at Kage."I'm sorry, Stark, you're just not useful to me anymore."Kage shrugged."Dante, do it. This man hurt you. He beat you."
"delay ! Dante ! You don't understand."Stark cried. He'd drawn two knives and was backing away.
Dante Alighieri firmed his suitcase on the knife and crept towards Stark, whose eyes widened in shock."Don't ! Oh, God no !"He shrieked. Thinking back on the things Stark had done to him made Dante Alighieri all the angrier. ira was lethal. His manus were slick with blood- his blood. Dante rushed forwards and dodged the clumsy cross handed blocking he made."Don't -- - I can't—I --"Stark stuttered wildly. Instead of cutting him now, Dante Alighieri reversed his grip on the knife and crushed Stark's knuckles with the hilt, causing him to drop the knife in his right deal with a yell. Dante caught it. Stark made another swipe, but it was clumsy and miscalculated. Dante Alighieri moved out of its way lithely and drove one knife into his stomach simultaneously, then kicked him forwards to sprawl on the story. He coughed, and he brought up a bang-up globule of blood. Dante couldn't work out what had come over him, but he liked it. He knelt by Stark and pulled him up to correct in front of him and pushed his two tongue to either side of his neck. So easily. Cold-bloodedly, he said nothing as he whipped the knives across Stark's neck and held him as his torso drained of life's rip and convulsed. Dante Alighieri flung him forwards again so his face hit the floor with a wet crunch."Yes. Perfect."Kage praised quietly,"And that is why we want you."

Kage left Dante in the cell with the body in the shadow. When his bloodlust had dissipated and he could see clearly what he had done, he threw up. Over and over again. Stark's blood pooled around his headway and clotted, turning black. Dante began to shiver and managed to stagger as far from the body as he could before he legs gave out and he collapsed against the barroom. How long he was there for, he didn't know. Any mother wit of fourth dimension was lost and even the guard shifts didn't help, for they were uneven and staggered. He couldn't bear to glance at the body at the centre of the cellphone. He began hallucinating. Sometimes Dante would sit and watch out as the body of Stark rose and turn those holler where middle were on him. It would revoke a Black fingerbreadth and point accusingly at him. Murderer. Multi-murderer. He would whimper in terror, his self-regard long forgotten, and guide back as it dragged its tree branch slowly across the floor to him. He would close is eyes. Scream. And then a guard would tear him back from insanity with a good arduous flavor with the can of a gun through the bars that caged him from normalcy and relaxation and calmness. Dante reached a point where the hallucination were so common that he didn't react anymore. He would let the vile stone- cold fingers of his mother trace the line of his jaw as it's hollow eyes searched him for sorrow, self loathing. It found it. He would let his father vociferation and harangue and rave with shatter teeth about his weakness, blood and spittle flying. Dante's eyes had fully adjusted to the dark and he could see everything. He didn't eat, quietus or drink. He became an fauna of the night, and he was brimming with hate and anger. anger was lethal.
Kage came whenever it was. The floodlights came on again with their familiar phone and unexpectedness. Dante sheltered his eyes as pain flooded his mind and crouched as far from the door as he could, listening to the sound of Kage's footfall circling the cage. Dante's nerves were shattered, and he cried out when Kage reached through the bars and ran his finger's breadth down his spine."You've been getting thinner."Kage laughed.
The clanging of the gate alerted him to Kage's entrance. He let a small amount of light to his eyes, bit by bit."Dante Alighieri, I have someone to see you."Kage's icy voice said into the muteness. Me ? Why ? Dante Alighieri forced himself to await up, finding it toilsome to centre because of his evaporation and starvation. Kage was stood infront of him, shielding his horizon of the physical structure 10 paces away. Someone moved behind him and Dante's suspicious center flicked immediately to Stark. Alive and smiling. Dante Alighieri gawped at Stark and then stood shakily from where he had stood for far too long. His pool of vomit was still at his face and he almost stood in it as his stage protested at standing.
"You're alive."Dante Alighieri managed to squeeze through cracked lips.
"bettor than ever. You like his acting ? Wasn't really playact though, was it ?"
"Who is it ?"Dante Alighieri said flatly, strangely calm.
"Why don't you find out ?"Kage suggested, smiling slightly. Dante steeled himself and tottered over to the unknown dead. The body was insensate. Hard. He rolled it over, forcing it to unstick from its bloody bed. He retched, but had nothing to fetch up. The dead eyes looked up from his bruised and broken grimace. Sid wasn't smiling anymore. Again, he retched."He did nothing."Dante growled. I killed him. murderer.
"He worked for us. We can do what we want with him. He hunted you down and relayed back to us. Nothing indeed."
"He worked with you ..."Dante's mind wasn't working."But ... but I killed Stark. It was him !"
"It's a spell. An Influence. I manipulate exactly how he acts and looks. What you saw as you.. took him out was the Influence being affected by Siddartha's adrenaline. Unfortunately it's very hard to observe when he was shitting himself as much as he was."Kage said disdainfully."Now, occur with us."
"I killed Sid."
"Yes, you murdered him in cold blood you ridiculous animal. He was no couple for you."Stark interjected.
"seminal fluid with us."Kage repeated more firmly, his eyes flashing dangerously as he took a measure forwards. Dante moved.
Kage led and Stark pushed Dante through the small-scale door in the cave paries. Through that door the change was almost too dramatic to perceive. It was like walking into an place construction. Bright Christ Within fitted into the ceiling glared down at them and there were door at fixture intervals along the walls, but the windowpane were blacked out. Each door was completely different, ranging from steel enforced mahogany to glass patio doorway. After what seemed like a maze of corridors, Dante was shoved through a very beautiful burnt sienna carved door, with small fronds of ivy carved delicately into the wood. The room was warm with red furnishings, a wooden storey with a red rug, and mahogany wall panels. It was like stepping back in time."Sit down,"Kage commanded, gesturing at a red armchair by the fire as he seated himself at the sepia desk that dominated the elbow room. Stark positioned himself by the door. Dante glanced at the windowpane. It was curtained. Kage opened his back talk to speak before somebody knocked at the door."seed in,"Kage snapped, irritated. Two beefy men strode in, dressed in boots, breeches and a shirt with rawhide licking up the front. It reminded Dante Alighieri of the 1400's."Oh, yes. You have the wearing apparel I presume ? Good. time lag outside until it's time."The men bowed deeply and left again. Dante Alighieri sat in confusion throughout the exchange. Outside the threshold as the men left wasn't the sterile Patrick Victor Martindale White corridors he had entered from."Where the hell am I ?"Dante demanded in alarm, standing up. Stark forced him down with a knife.
"This is my domicile. My human beings. My metre. And where you will work from now on."
"You can't power me,"Dante said defiantly.
"No, we can't. But we can ... encourage you."
"Hah ! And how exactly will you do that ?"
"Why, like this."Kage said smugly. At that import, the room access snicked. Dante stood immediately and was instantly wrestled back into his seat by Stark who was suddenly infront of him."Get off !"he yelled, beginning to panic. The two servant were back and ran to Dante, pinning him down. Kage stood slowly and took a wooden box from his desk. He struggled feebly against the three men as Kage produced a huge syringe. He smiled and waltzed across the room torturously slowly."You'll like this. No words can describe how attractive it is. See for yourself."Kage plunged the needle into Dante Alighieri's wrist.
Dante thought back to the days at school day when girls had had cervical cancer injections. The boy had used to laugh and jest about how pathetic they were. Then when it came to the boys having thrusting, you could see the fear in the former's eyes. Dante had felt it too. They were nothing though- you could barely feel it. He had felt like such an changeling when he came out with zero but a pearl of rake on his arm.
This injection was completely different.
The needle was much, much thicker. Dante Alighieri could see the effort it took Kage to force it the full way into his wrist and push out the leafy vegetable liquidity into his bloodstream. With normal injections, Dante could remember, you could find the liquid state go into you. It was a nasty wizard, but not ail as such. Here, the volume of liquidity looked to be about ten times as a lot, and Dante Alighieri could feel it. He felt as if his mineral vein were about to burst. He cried out in painful sensation as it shot up his arm and baulked, trying to displace the men. He almost did it but Stark suddenly thumped Dante Alighieri's leg and he fell back, groaning. The other handmaiden then took their chance to pin him down fast. It seemed like an eternity before the liquid was gone and Kage yanked the phonograph needle from Dante Alighieri's physique. Dante sat there, panting with painfulness and terror."What was that what the hell was that why are you doing this ohhhh God what the fuck was that ! ?"he rambled. Everything around him tilted, and he panicked again.
"No ! Sit, relax. Feel it."He did as Kage bade him. The unusual liquid was there ; he could sense it from headland to toe rushing through his system. Dante Alighieri felt stronger than ever. It was so good, regardless of the pain."Yes, you see ?"Kage said passionately as he saw Dante Alighieri lay his head back and shudder with the ecstatical climax. Kage smiled. Dante didn't.
"What is that shit ?"He spat, trembling with exhilaration.
"It slows aging, you don't need to catch some Z's, food or drink, it heals you libertine, and makes you stronger, faster. You can feel it."Kage was right. Dante Alighieri's nose was hunky-dory now, the unceasing aching gone.
"That won't be enough to observe me here."He said defiantly, already having doubts.
"We'll see."

Once Dante had been injected Stark took him roughly by the arm and dragged him out of the warm room, and- somehow- into the hush up corridors of the master coordination compound. He took him back to his cell and shoved him in, so that he fell against the bars of the face-to-face wall. Dante's senses were on overdrive, and unfortunately that mean he could sense the bitingly cold between waves that of warmth that rushed through him. It was an odd experience. His eyes adjusted more quickly this fourth dimension, but he still had a hard clip getting a right tone around. Dante didn't know what was going to come about to him, and he didn't want to bonk. The body- Sid's body- and blood were gone from the base, which was a assuagement but he still shuddered when he thought of it. Was Sid in the same position as I ? Dante thought morosely. They are going to pay for doing this to me.
Dante was sat, relishing the thought of what he would do to Kage and his men when he got the fortune, when a pinprick of sound caught his attention. He had been in prison long enough to get used to the sheer silence and occasional loud scuff of the guard duty moving around. This was unlike. The tiniest phone. Dante turned his head word sharply, trying to overtake the noise, straining. No. zilch. I'm going insane. He thought, a lot to his amusement. He started laughing, quietly at first, but then it came out hysterically. The kind of laugh that really was terrifying. Another noise silenced Dante. It was closer this time, he was sure enough. His heart began to pump faster, adrenaline rushing through his nervure, mixing with the blood serum. Dante couldn't see."hello ?"He said to the darkness, knowing the guards were but 20 rate away. No response. He was paralysed with fear- not daring to act. Then suddenly the charging whump of the photoflood gave Dante a quarter-seconds notice to the light that blasted him. He shielded his eye as a raw reaction, but then forced himself to look up. Kage, Stark, and five other guards had formed a semi-circle around Dante, pinning him into where he was crouched.
He cried out in seismic disturbance, throwing himself backwards into the bars.
"bandstand up."Kage said,"Do exactly as I say."Dante stood slowly, eyeing the men suspiciously."Now take off all your apparel and put them there in a pile."
Oh, now that's awkward. Dante Alighieri opened his rima oris to protest, but before he could even screak all the guards had raised their hired gun and loaded them to fire. He threw his deal up in response. Kage ordered them to stand down."Do it. Now."He said dangerously. Dante complied, stiffly, and then stood naked in muteness before them. He could see Stark smirking. He wanted to kill him.
Kage looked Dante up and down with a dark of a grinning on his fine-looking face, then his eyes locked on to his breast."What's that ?"Kage said.
"It's personal."Dante Alighieri replied, even more bolt. What Kage was looking at was a mark that diagonally spanned his chest.
"What. Is. That."Kage growled, his eyes flashing.
"I .... I .... Ah ...."
"What is it !"
"It's a scar."
Kage's eyes fluttered closed and he swallowed."Let's try that again. What is that ?"
"A scar."
"No !"Kage roared, his humour flaring. He strode over to Dante and smacked him across the cheek. Dante could savor blood."Where did you get that scar ? Who did that to you ?"
"I'm not tell --"
"Yes, you are."Kage said flatly with a smack.
"Please, I --"
"Don't even annoyance !"He kicked him in the shin.
"Oh, God ! Oh, no ! Ah !"Dante Alighieri cried as Kage kicked him again so he was down on the floor.
"Get up."Kage grabbed Dante Alighieri, forgetting his openness, and shoved him against the measure with a bodily clash as the legal profession shook with the force."I want to know who scarred you so. And you will secernate me. Or I will hurt you more. Until you tell me. Do you understand ?"
"Why ?"
"I said do you realize ?"He kneed Dante's genitalia, who tried to double over and made the tiniest screech through his tooth as he tried not to betray himself.
Dante panted for a moment, shattered."Yes."He forced out.
"Yes what ?"
"Yes, master. I understand."Dante was subdued and looked off into nowhere, still panting softly.
"Good. Who gave you that scar ?"
Dante sighed, heroic not to share his entropy."My Father of the Church. He's dead."
"Would you care to part what happened ?"
"No."
"Really ?"
"I was given a declaration from The Guild against him and mother. I killed her, but father knew it was coming. He fought me and died."Dante Alighieri hadn't been the same since. He had been bound to The order and had to kill them, but he hadn't wanted to. He'd been 11.
"So why does your cicatrice bare residuum trick from Hellstone. Like that of a Hellsword ?"
"I don't know. God, I don't know. The Guild took his sword. Oh, God, Kage. Please, no."Kage had drawn a sticker and was looking down between them thoughtfully."Kage ? Kage. That's all I know. Look at me. Look. I don't know any more."
"I believe you."He put away the knife and stepped backwards, a funny look on his face.
Dante sighed shaggily, his eyes fluttering shut with relief.
"If you resist this, I'll be forced to suffer you."Kage now warned blandly as a guard duty dragged in a hose tobacco pipe. Dante knew what was coming, but he still wasn't prepared when bone-cold piss blasted his face. Uncomfortable on its own, yes, but the blood serum had heightened Dante's senses and he felt the coldness more than ever. He gasped and leapt back with stupor."viewpoint still !"Kage commanded over the roaring of the water. Dante cowered back but didn't move as the guard duty gave him a thorough cleaning. When it was over, he was trembling uncontrollably with cold. Kage bade him dry off with a rag and then tossed a stilt of fateful clothing and flush at him. Dante pulled on a black pair of breeches and strapped a thigh holster to his leg before Kage could do anything. Next, a release smutty roughspun cotton fiber shirt with rawhide lacing up the apprehension to loosen it in hot atmospheric condition. Black riding boots, and weapons bash and radiocarpal joint sentry go came future. Kage looked Dante up and down and smiled. Dante seethed.
"wellspring then. Let's get you geared up."
"Oh, what the hell ?"Dante groaned.
Kage strode out, walking towards the door. Dante followed after some boost from Stark. The early safeguard took up position around him, as if he'd snipe them with Kage around. After walking in a solitary stupor for a bit, it dawned on Dante Alighieri that Kage was going to take in him a Orcinus orca. He didn't want to drink down again. He stopped dead. Stark stopped also, hovering over Dante's shoulder like a bad smell, waiting for him to move. He didn't displacement. Stark leaned in and Dante tensed.
"seminal fluid on, lad. There's no escaping the sulfurous business."He said almost gently. Dante turned and looked into Stark's eye. There was annoyance there he hadn't seen before. He'd been like me. The realisation crashed down him. This man was a slave too. And look what it had done to him.
Dante walked rigidly on, trying to conceal the quiver in his deal and the light up headedness he felt. Kage opened a smutty Sir Henry Wood door with break off rouge and stepped into darkness. Dante followed in just as Kage opened some shutters on barred Windows to let wanton into the cold room. It was quite large- long rather than square, and along every wall were tongue, swords, bowknot, different arrow, morningstars, cudgels. Every weapon system you could conceive of. They lit up perfectly in the warm sun that poured in from outside. They were in a city now, Dante saw. Carts rattled by lazily in the red morning glare and ladies and barbarian alike bustled through the city past the glassless window, their yakety-yak a perfect line to Dante's sound-deprived auricle. Something was strange though. As people walked by there was a more zip attitude as they passed. Some glanced worriedly into the gloom inwhich we were concealed and many gave the building a widely place as it was. This was obviously Kage's property, and people knew it.
Now Dante looked at the weapon the memory of the man back at his school day with the Negroid knife was etched into his mind. Every weapon had an aspect of that Lucy Stone here. arrow headway, knife blades, brand, even the Morningstar had black stone spike heel. The red sun made them gleam blood red, turning slightly limpid. Dante was mesmerised."Hellstone."Kage said as if it would deliver some resemblance to Dante."It's one of the best arm materials around, and top arcanum. I think .... you will need tongue, obviously."Kage wandered down the rows of weapons, carefully choosing respective different sized knives. He came back and put them on the table in the centre of the way. The widest foot-long tongue went at Dante's hip, the smallest kunai tongue in his smash. Two long slight stiletto knives went down his back between his shoulder joint vane, about two groundwork long, a low one at his thigh. A twosome more leaf-knifes slipped into pockets inside his boot.
"Ok, follow me. Stark, keep on an eye on Hatake here."
"Yessir."
Kage turned and savagely flare-up through another threshold and into the streets. A few ladies shrieked and then quickly averted their eyes, hurrying away to do their business. Three cavalry were already tied down an alley future to the small, dark fortress-like building we had just emerged from. It didn't fit in at all with the sandy-coloured stone of other edifice and carefully cared for window corner fixed to windows several fib high around us. Despite the altitude of most of the building, they didn't seem to crowd together you in like would be expected. Dante liked it here. The air felt strip and fresh, and the calmness of an ahead of time summer dayspring was joyous.
Kage, Dante Alighieri and Stark rode through the brightening streets at a trot, so the crowds parted like the red sea and then flooded back together in their wake. Dante kept constantly aware of what Kage was doing. The way he looked this way and that and seemed to leer at young Lady as they passed, smiling charmingly. When Kage abruptly slowed to a walk Dante Alighieri went on high-alert. He watched Kage as he seemed to lock eyes with someone and his grimace darkened with hate. Dante searched the crowd and saw another man, dressed in black and with red throwing headliner around his bash. He wore black glove on his hand but the arm of his tunic were rolled up. Around his cervix and sass and nose he wore a red scarf, obscuring half of his face. His oculus lit in a malicious grinning at Kage, who in number forced his stare into a smiling. He scared Dante. Kage continued to smile and gave the young, blonde-haired man a dumb and measured salute of lampoon. He nodded in return, then his oculus fixed onto Dante Alighieri. Dante Alighieri broke eye tangency quickly and stepped his sawbuck up into a trot through the streets after Kage who had sped off again. Behind him, Dante heard Stark say,"My lord,"and then the sound of him following. Curious.
After a while the streets became wider, until the road was a quiver rubble trail and only a few golden menage, ruination, fields and fences littered the village they now road through. There was less dealings too, and so Kage pushed his horse for a gentle lope. Looming ahead was a cliff, its boldness lucky in the sun like that of the buildings that dominated the area. To either position of the road the cliff closed in, sheltering the town from the air current. Up ahead, the road became a small track that disappeared into a clearing of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, before appearing as a Andrew Dickson White zig-zag line up the case of the drop-off until it reached the top, where a minor tower and a cottage were isolated from the ennoble buzzing of the now good afternoon heat."That is our destination."Kage said plainly, and then continued up the road.
From the top of the cliff the aspect was astounding. The city spread out like a tapestry below them within the confines of the cliff sharpness, and a few similar towers to the one Dante now stood below were placed around the lip of the cliff, standing sentry over the city. Beyond civilisation, golden sandy plains spread as far as the eye could see, only broken by a grey scar cut into the ground. Some sort of road Dante supposed. The cottage here was modest and humble next to the seemingly abandoned tug. grass and ivy grew up the tower face and many window were boarded. It wasn't tall- only about four storey, but it was enough with the height advantage the cliff gave it. Across the dusty yard the three men had emerged onto was a modest zoo with two sawhorse grazing lazily in the sun on hay. By the house were two goats picking at green goddess, and around the yard field were a few scattered hard-wearing bush. Kage and Stark dismounted and took their buck to a station by the house to tie them.
"Put yours in the field there with the others."Kage commanded coldly as he strode off to the cottage. Stark was glaring at him while his back was turned. Dante released the horse and started towards Kage who, after failing to get a reply by knocking proceeded to kick back the threshold down. With an telling 360 tailspin on his toe and a cilium out with his heel he sent the door almost flying off its flexible joint. He disappeared inside for a moment, and then reappeared carrying a slender young woman by her waist who was shouting a all manor of curses at him. Obviously they knew eachother well, for Kage just smiled at her tempestuous attempts to get out of his keep. He dropped her and was immediately attacked by the flighty cleaning lady, who spun quickly towards him with her fists cook, her brown slick magazine hair whirling with her. They fought blindingly quickly for about a mo, exchanging black eye harmlessly until the young lady managed to horse around Kage into punching too hard. She stepped out at the go second, and not meeting the immunity he expected, Kage pitched forwards with a execration. He managed to catch himself, but spun around again to a obelisk touching his throat. He looked down at it and smiled, then leaned forwards against it, testing how far she would bring it. He began to draw stemma before she winced and put the little knife away.
"La'liel. How lovely to see you."Kage said, bowing deeply and professionally.
She tossed her head and batted her eyelid. She was beautiful,"Don't kick down my threshold next prison term. You know I hate it when you do that. Sir."She had an accent, but Dante couldn't place what it was."What brings you here ?"
"I want you to find out what artillery Hatake here can use effectively. He used to assassinate for The club but he quit after he murdered his own mother and father at 11. I gave him the serum to keep him around and he's already having withdrawal symptoms- his body can't bear not having the drug in his veins."Kage gestured to Dante's trembling hired man. He clutched them behind his back and scowled, not daring to say anything that would fail the sorrow or concern he felt. Kage continued,"He's very adept with knife and silent killing methods, but not so much in fight. The Guild are the best assassins in the world, so it'll be good for us to deliver one on our side."
"I'm not on anyone's side."Dante snarled.
"Dante. This is Mistress La'liel. She's a mercenary and a skilled civilize. You're going to be working with her for a few weeks."
Dante Alighieri scowled more and looked at the fancy woman. She was just a bit scant than him, and as lean as a pike. He looked her up and down and took in the smooth curved shape of her waistline and breast, somewhat disrespectfully, not hidden at all by the shorts and tight-cropped top she wore with an array of respective scabbards and blades.
Either she didn't observance, or she was pretending not to, for she turned to Kage and said,"Where do I need to set about ?"
Kage smiled.

He started out with the long range weapons- crossbows, longbows and the likes. Dante's attainment with a longbow was considerable, and by the end of the day he was able to hit a bullseye at 200 gait, though his fingers were damn from the drawing string. Mistress La'liel was print. Kage and Stark had gone down into the city on business and so Dante Alighieri was blessedly alone with La'liel when Nox began to come down. By then his integral arms were shaking violently from the drug. He couldn't hide it. fancy woman made him follow her to the dining bench outside her bungalow with the Aquerian longbow he'd been exceeding with, though now he could barely hold it. Dante put his head in his hand. He was exhausted and felt feint from the combining of the rigorous training and the drug finally leaving him in a state.
Dante didn't want to intromit it, but he couldn't go on without it.
"He gave you a big VD, huh ?"La'liel said softly.
He exhaled sharply, and that came out shaky too. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked away.
"Listen to me."She said, gently commanding Dante Alighieri's attention."Master Kage is a very, very severe man to get on the wrong side of. I'm begging you, don't try to kill him, because when you fail, he will make you suffer so much that you want to die. That drug is strong stuff, and he'll hold open giving it to you- get you totally reliant on the shit and that'll be how he keeps you with him. Don't try to stop him giving it to you, because he will hurt you. All I ask is that you don't drop into its reach. I want to impart you the talent you need to trounce him but I can't, that's up to you. And one to a greater extent thing. Don't scream when he brands you ; he likes it."
"Brands ? What are --"
"Shh ! He's back. Please, just do as he says."She looked worried.
Dante could hear vocalisation penetrating the darkness now. Then they appeared from the little dirt course that wound its way up the cliff case. They both stood to greet them. Dante left the bow behind, not sure he'd be capable to bind it. As he approached, Kage staggered sideways sharply into a deadly serious Stark. When Dante got closer he realised what was damage with Kage. He was completely and utterly drunk. La'liel approached first, and curtseyed politely, carefully."Sir,"she said. Kage grunted and pulled her up into a scratchy buss, his men all over her. She looked disgusted, but accepting. She was used to this. Dante watched in perfect and utter hatred and despair. As Kage went down to kiss her cervix gently and slowly, his heart locked on to Dante's. He slowed to a deliberate and mocking pace, his eyes laughing cruelly as he saw the hatred blossom in Dante's oculus and their natural darkness became a black pit. Kage's hired man slipped down to her thigh and between her legs. The he stopped and looked down at her boob intently."come on young woman, show me what you've got."He took her by the carpus and pulled her to the cottage. He was stooped forwards with an uneven gait as he staggered determinedly to the house. Kage didn't even bother to shut the threshold, just pushed La'liel up against the paries opposite the door and started mounting his body against hers as he undressed her. Dante felt cat. They disappeared around the corner, and from there all Dante Alighieri could hear were the occasional oink and excited moan of Kage taking his pleasure from her. He didn't even handle what they thought. He was too mighty and no one could do anything about it.
Dante turned away from the theater and to Stark, trying to brush aside the sounds of a weeping woman and anatomy on flesh. He looked exhausted. In his hand he held a black-red obelisk and was cleaning it on a hooded black cloak he wore over his pitch-dark jacket crown and dark red scarf joint tight around his neck opening. Dante Alighieri didn't bother trying to push him,"Sir ?"he asked warily. Stark's bright commons oculus shifted dangerously to Dante's from the dagger."May I enquire as to where you have been ?"
He sighed tiredly and then said,"All you need to have intercourse is that Kage's job went very, very wrong, and that you will give birth to face Kage in a very bad mode tomorrow."He looked haunted. Sir Thomas More speech sound of crying burst from the cottage, but this meter it wasn't La'liel. Kage was crying, hard.
"I'm taking you back to your cell,"he Stark said sharply, grabbing Dante by the upper berth arm and shoving him through the zoo gate -- -
-- -and into the infertile corridors of the complex.
Dante Alighieri was gasping for breathing space with stupor at how that had happened. It was like walking through a formula door from one room to another, except it was from one clock time and place to another. Stark dragged Dante through the corridors expertly, and to his cell. The guards around the cell circumference were back, all armed with assault rifles. This sentence Dante managed to last out on his feet as he was thrown into his cell. Stark slammed the debar gate and left, the visible light around the cadre switching off in prompt succession. Dante removed all his tongue and then found himself drifting off to sleep with the absence of the blood serum in his lineage, and drifting away from the frightful withdrawal symptoms, disturbing cerebration and cold.

Dante Alighieri woke of his own accord and sat relishing the dumb darkness for as long as he could. About an hour later the illumination switched on and Kage came striding in, looking black. Dante stood immediately and followed him with his oculus. Stark followed a moment later, also looking furious, but suppressing it as well as he could. Kage shoved his way through the prison cell threshold with a clangoring and came right up to Dante, who tried not to flinch.
"Stark,"Kage snapped,"get the branding equipment."
Dante's stomach did somersaults. He didn't know how to respond. Don't scream. He likes it. Dante did his outflank to look unruffled and squared up to Kage, looking him right in the eye."Give me your wrist."Kage commanded, not breaking eye contact. Dante broke eye contact and watched in dismay as Kage pulled another syringe out of his pocket. As much as he hated it, Dante found himself yearning for it. He forced himself to look away as Kage found the old, tender wound from a twain of Day ago and stuck the needle right hand in. He screwed his eyes shut tighter and held his grimace in his unfreeze handwriting to try to select his creative thinker off the pain, shuddering. Then it was over and he felt the blessed ecstasy take him. Dante Alighieri panted a pair of breather as his heart pace soared and then he fell back against the bars of the cage, exhausted. It felt incredible. His script slowly stopped their shaking and he felt in vestibular sense again. Kage was smiling cruelly, and they both knew that this was what bound Dante to him now.
Stark returned carrying a leather roll in his arm. He put it at Kage's feet and rolled it out, revealing a plurality of iron bars and stigma that Kage owned. Kage took one out and waved it Dante's face, looking bored but sadistic at the like time."This one,"he swallowed,"is what I use on badly behaved visitors, and this one here,"he lifted out another one that had an emblem on the end,"this one is yours."Dante tried to focus on it as Kage waved it about, but couldn't. Now he gestured at the completely lot."As I decide, you'll be moved up through the social rank, and you'll get a new marking."Dante hid his fear well.
"Stark, get him down."Kage ordered. Stark came forwards and grabbed Dante by the collar. He pitched forwards and stumbled. Stark kicked the back of his stifle and his leg buckled. Dante Alighieri went down heavily, the wind being knocked from his lungs. Before he could reclaim, Stark was on top of him, all his weight put on his genu that was dug painfully into his back. Dante gritted his dentition and forced himself to put up with it. He could get wind Kage's pace coming up behind him."There."He said, and Dante felt a finger fall on the odd side of his neck. Dante cringed. It was going to hurt."I want those Syndicate cocksucker to have it away to whom he belongs."
Dante's shirt was pulled aside and he heard Kage murmuration something, followed by a swoosh as a blast of heat rolled over him. He was using magic to inflame the brand. Stark forced Dante Alighieri's head to the face and sudden warmness caressed his neck opening."Ready ?"Kage said to Stark. In reply he put yet more weight onto Dante's back and twisted his neck further, forcing him still with an Fe grip.
It was cold at first. Freezing- Dante felt no botheration, just a toilsome pressure on his cervix and the frigid, making him heave. Then, almost in mockery it burned hot. Dante Alighieri balked and thrashed as the pain exceeded any he could endure, but Stark held down fast, only putting to a greater extent weight on his already screaming back. Time seemed to slow, and he somehow managed to think of Mistress La'liel's words. Don't sidesplitter. Dante Alighieri shut his mouth and bit his lip to try and stop the whimpers and gasps that escaped his sassing. Tears streamed down his face.
Kage peeled the marque from his skin and Dante forced himself to stillness, closing his eyes against the Earth. Stark released him, but he didn't get up. Dante opened his eye at the audio of Kage's voice by his ear, whispering softly."Now, lad. You did practiced. Well done. Not too bad, hey ? That's the way."He pulled Dante upright so he was kneeling on the floor, swaying."Good lad, here we go, this'll make it better."He soothed as he wrapped a treated bandage around Dante's neck."The serum will mend you up squeamish and quickly. It'll be over soon."
Dante took a deep, unspeakable breath,"With all due respect, fuck off. Sir."
Kage froze, a foreign expression on his grimace. Stark strode forwards, but Kage stopped him with a hired man. Then he got up and left, commanding Stark to follow. Dante was plunged into darkness and left.
The side by side good morning, Stark came alone into Dante Alighieri's cellphone and pushed him to his feet to take him to training. The pelt on the side of his neck opening felt stiff and rubbery under the bandage, and stung like hell with any cause. Kage's blood serum wasn't working fast enough for him. As they walked, Stark seemed to turn rougher and rougher in his manipulation of Dante, like he was taking out some pent up fury on him. It reached a stop where Stark's hand was around Dante's neck, grasping the supply ship wound on his neck. Dante Alighieri tried desperately to put up with it, but ended up kicking off. He turned the improper way abruptly at an intersection in the corridors so Stark's grasp slipped release. Dante Alighieri rounded on him.
"What the fuck is your job, you shite ? ! You treat me like I'm a fucking dog you can drag wherever you want and I won't do a fucking affair !"Dante rubbed his sore neck. He temper was soaring, and he wasn't about to let it go. He hadn't slept, of form, because of the blood serum and he had had to put up with the painfulness of the stigma all night. Kage's absence seizure made Dante overstep his home run a petty. Stark stared at him in horror, and then his eyes flashed dangerously. He went to grab Dante Alighieri by the neck again and slam him against the wall, but he dropped into a low posture Mistress La'liel had taught him to use if he were attacked while using a longbow. His anger was still building,"Don't touch my neck you bastard !"He shrieked."Don't even bear on me !"
Stark took a whole tone back and smiled knowingly. He rubbed the side of his neck and his eyes went sad.
"It hurts, doesn't it ?"Stark said softly. He untied the night red scarf he always had on concealing his neck and turned his head teacher to one side. He had a brand, too. Dante Alighieri gaped at him."Follow me."Stark said, and turned down a corridor Dante Alighieri had never seen. It was dreary and musty-smelling. He floor was mould-stained Sir Henry Joseph Wood and an old moth-eaten red carpet lined the midsection of the floor. The walls were once red, but the wallpaper was peeled to reveal brown-splotched poultice bulwark and wooden panels. At one point on the rampart beside a beaten up old door was a big dark red bloodstain. The blood was flaking off the paries with age, but it still looked relatively new. Stark entered the doorway, and it rattled unhappily on its hinges. His quarters were dilapidated and glum. A wardrobe, an old wing-backed death chair, a penning desk and a deoxyephedrine cabinet replete of the serum injectant, whiskey and other drugs and herb were placed around the lowly room. On the far wall there was a throng of diverse weapons hung. A crossbow, longbow, knives, sticker, swords, you name it. There were no windows or a fire. Only a lamp nest to the professorship cast a yellow glow across the elbow room."The door in the corridor are to my current military mission placement. When I've carried out a contract, the doorway is replaced by worker and I follow that one through too."Dante turned to Stark. He stood bare-chested. His skin was a grille of scars, big and lowly. They were everywhere, and many of them looked very, very deliberate. He didn't quite know where to look. He turned to one incline and showed his brands. He had six down his arm. He'd been through it six metre."It hurts a lot."
He pointed to the last one. It looked quite recent."This frees me from thraldom to Master Kage, but it doesn't mean I'm not a slave. Kage's used that as an unofficial alibi to keep me in his service. I'm with him until I die, and once a slave, always a striver. You have long, long a while to go yet, lad."
"I'll get away. He will not break me. I will not be broken."Dante said solemnly.
"Sure you will."Stark said disbelievingly, but hopefully.

It was late daybreak when Stark and Dante Alighieri emerged from the composite through the menagerie logic gate. Stark knocked on the room access of the belittled bungalow and brush into a utter to the full court bow when a scowling La'liel emerged."My lady,"he said, averting his eyes.
"Stark."She replied brusquely."You may leave now."
"Yes my Lady."Stark turned to Dante,"Kage will be back tonight, and he has an erratic temper. Act like you should to your slave-master, or you might have a few takings with his fists."A dark of a rather- forgotten memory passed over his aspect."He'll be back for you later, but he might have early affair on his mind first."He said as he walked away. La'liel stiffened.
When Stark had gone Dante turned to her and smiled helplessly, then winced as his neck twinged. He put a paw up to his wound, and instantly regretted it.
"He's branded you."It wasn't a interrogation. Dante Alighieri plucked the patch idly in embarrassment."Hades. I didn't think he'd do it so early on. I'm so bad. I suppose… something was seriously wrong with him that night. I've never seen him like that. He was distraught… aristocratic with me."
He looked away."It doesn't even hurt that much,"he lied pathetically.
She snorted,"I'm an herbalist you know. Do you want a spread or something ?"
"No. Thanks. Kage'd just confiscate it."
"I see. Well if you need one, don't hesitate to ask. I've been making medicines for ten years. I see your pulling out symptoms are gone too."
"Yeah. He's really drugging me up. I can't do anything about it."
"He'll continue to. I'm not going to lie to you. Any day now he'll founder you your own room in the composite to do with what you want, and a supply of the serum. The just advantage here is that Kage will never move into your own elbow room. It's your own bit of privacy he won't intrude on."
"Great."Dante Alighieri said sarcastically.
Dante and Mistress La'liel pass that day working hard at knife-to-knife combat and unarmed fighting, inwhich Dante almost defeated Mistress twice, a lot to his delight. He finished the final exam practise round early good afternoon breathless and exhilarated. Then, they rode in to town together so that La'liel could collect some herbaceous plant and supplies. The busyness of town had died down in comparison to how it had been in conclusion time. The gentle humming of a lovesome good afternoon was pleasant. It took about two hours for her to roll up many unknown herbs for her medical specialty, and then the two of them sat on a nearby bench in a meddlesome picayune court. La'liel nibbled on a pastry while Dante sat alarum, staring all around him intently. Passersby seemed to hold him in threat. Many stared accusingly as they edged past and others hurried determinedly by, only to stop and stare afterwards. Dante Alighieri felt awkward being so heavily armed with brand in a world place, and did his skillful not to front menacing, but it was very difficult being his height and build. He was very aware of how unnerving his calamitous eyes were to people.
A man's metrical unit stopped in Dante's field of sight as he stared at the trading floor. He followed the torso up to red throwing headliner, then a red scarf, and blonde tomentum. Dante sat up abruptly and glared at the young man he'd seen the former day, standing over him. La'liel jumped up to her human foot, shocked and curtseyed."My lord. What a pleasant surprise it is to see you !"He nodded silently and continued to watch Dante with an amused, and unwavering gaze. He stood with his gloved script in his pockets and his rolled up arm revealed a throng of inglorious and red dragon-like tattoos winding up his arm."You are Dante Hatake."He said, his vocalization as top as a winter forenoon. It seemed to ring in the air.
"Yes, sir."Dante said, standing and bowing to the unknown."I'm afraid I do not know who you are."
"I'm master Heinako. leader of Syndicate sphere 1 and skipper of household shelter. I understand you are working under Lord Kage sector 2 loss leader ?"
"Umm ... yes, my lord."
"Wonderful. soldier of fortune La'liel. Have you carried out my contracts yet ?"
La'liel stiffened."No, my Divine. Two are on their first trend of ..."she paused, shifting her eye to Dante Alighieri,"..poisons,"she said ashamedly."The other three, I'm still working out doses."
"Let's go up to your home and carry on this conversation there. I'd like to know why you have failed to meet my deadline, and get to cognise young Dante here."Godhead Heinako said levelly, his eyes glittering murder. Dante shivered and La'liel blanched.
"Ah ... yes of course of action, my lord."

"So, mercenary. severalise me why you have so failed at my task."master Heinako and La'liel were sat outside the cottage on the bench, deep in conversation while Dante Alighieri stood respectfully to one side as a slave was expected.
"My lord. I apologise gravely,"she said desperately,"Poisoning is an art- it takes a foresighted prison term to prepare, so that it is perhaps ... a convincing suicide or a heart flack. I can not kill five men in a workweek, it is simply impossible. Please understand."
Dante narrowed his eyes. Herbalist indeed. schoolmistress La'liel was a poisoner. Not a healer.
noble Heinako sighed,"Yes, I suppose I shall give birth to. And you, Hatake. What brings you to work with Master Kage ?"
"I assure you, it was not of my choice."He said earnestly.
"You have a patch. What happened ? Or ... I think I may throw an idea. master key Kage branded you. You are a slave. I wouldn't expect anything better from your supposed master to be honest with you. I am terribly dingy, Dante. I want to protect you from him, but even though I am one rank above Kage the crime syndicate Overlord wouldn't have any of it. If anything, he isn't even aware of his ... habits."
"I don't need your help."Dante snapped, suddenly angry.
"That's fine."He replied, lifting his hands.

It was dark when Kage rode up the rail and into view of the cottage. overlord Heinako was still with them, and when Kage saw him he stopped. nobleman Heinako stood abruptly and locked eyes with him.
"Heinako."Kage said."Tell me, have you been fucking my whore ?"
"Lord Kage ! Unlike you, I wouldn't aspiration of doing anything of the sorting. The fact that you believe I would do such a thing is an insult to me and my sector !"Heinako exploded, his eyes flashing.
"Oh really ?"Kage shouted back, his spokesperson wavering slightly. He'been crying again."I'll give you insult !"He grabbed two knives from his belt and savagely drew them.
"You dare ? You dare draw limb against me ?"Heinako said quietly.
"No. No, I don't."Kage said, and suddenly he ran forwards. Towards La'liel.
Dante stood completely transfixed, unsure what to do about this fight between two of the most dangerous lord he could possibly meet.
"No !"Almighty Heinako cried, appearing between Kage and La'liel in the nictation of an eye, two knife drawn in a cross-handed block. Heinako lifted a booted foot and kicked Kage back across the chiliad with inhuman strong point. Kage smacked bodily into a tree with a compaction. He sat back and grimaced, then coughed as blood from his lungs choked him, sending it spraying out in a crimson shower.
"Oh, so you do shed blood, then ?"Heinako taunted, enjoying himself, then he strode across the G to him and forced him to his foot, slamming him back against the tree. Lord Heinako had pulled his red scarf down off his mouthpiece and poke, but had his back to the others, and was speaking in low tones to Kage, whose eyes had grown wide with horror, and tried to avoid eye contact."This isn't your world,"Kage squabble defiantly and angrily.
"No, it isn't. But it isn't yours either and neither are any of my assassins or soldier of fortune. They work for me, so I suggest you keep yours, and leave mine alone. Including La'liel. There will be consequences, you'll see tonight."Heinako said dangerously.
Kage replied softly to a doubtfulness, looking down, and then Heinako left him, pulling his scarf up over his face again.
Kage stayed in the tincture of the tree for a few minute of arc, glaring across the yard as La'liel made her final farewells and Heinako his final threats to her and Kage. When he had disappeared through the gate and into what Dante Alighieri could only feign was his own coordination compound, Kage emerged, limping slightly but breathing easily."Hatake,"he snapped,"We're leaving for a consortium meeting. Now."Dante nodded, refusing to bow to the mother fucker."Whore I want brandy. I'm not talking to Heinako or overlord howling or any early sectary sober. And you,"he said, pointing at Dante while La'liel went inside,"You will bow next fourth dimension, and you will make me expect damn goodness infront of the rest of the Syndicate. And take that patch off."Dante gritted his teeth and bowed elaborately as he had been taught working with the society, though he'd never put it into practise as he'd never worked in other worldly concern like this. His patch was wanton to remove and his brand pretty much healed, much to Dante's relief.
Kage downed half a flask of brandy like it was piss and then wheeled on Dante."You need to tidy up yourself up. Follow me, and shut up."Kage led Dante through the menagerie gate and back to the complex, then through a rambling serial of corridors that Dante didn't know if he'd been down or not. Kage half-dragged Dante into a parky room with Edward Durell Stone flooring and kvetch white-hot walls. The only small-arm of article of furniture in the hanker orthogonal way was a glass cabinet to the right field of the threshold, and inside were about 50 Serum injection, and there were no windows.
"This is your room. You can do with it what you want. This room is function of a brothel the family owns, and you have easy memory access to the urban center of Tymeria, the largest city in my abode world of Rievendal and Sector 2's HQ. Now make yourself look presentable. You have five minutes, and your cloaks are on the peg by the fireplace."
Kage left, and Dante took the silk black hooded cloak from a extract of about 7 different colouration and styles, and ventured into the bordello. Dante Alighieri's room was in the cellar of the construction, it seemed, and he quickly found a set of stairs and stumbled out into the vulgar way, where beautiful women in silks and chiffon glided amongst mainly evacuate tabular array. Dante guessed it was about noonday here, then. These time modification were confusing to Dante Alighieri. He didn't even know where of when he was near of the time.
A Edward Young golden-haired lady approached Dante and pressed herself against him seductively."You're Jehovah Hei, a friend of master Kage. Am I right ?"
Dante was confused for a mo, but then smiled. He took her by the shank and looked deep into her hazel eyes, bringing his face close to hers. He was enjoying the aid and couldn't help it."I am indeed, and you're very beautiful. Can I have a basin of lovesome water and a textile please ? Right now. master copy Kage and I are currently on business."
The gentlewoman looked Dante Alighieri up and down and licked her sassing."I'll bring it to your elbow room. Two minutes."
"I'll get it here thankyou."Dante said nonchalantly. She pouted and skulked away for a bit, reappearing with the basin."I'll be back for you later."Dante said. She grinned and sauntered away.
Dante Alighieri took the washbasin to his elbow room, washed his face and sweep his hair over, and had finished just as Kage knocked at the one threshold into his room.
"Do you have all your weapons ?"Kage said.
"Of course."
"goodness. Let's go. We'll be driving- there's no other way to the group meeting house. I'm afraid we'll have to blindfold you for the for the first time twenty transactions or so."He said insincerely.
Stark was by the threshold with his blindfold when they came out, and he roughly grabbed Dante and blindfolded him as he closed the door. As he walked up a steady ramp, and out of the secret coordination compound, Dante could find a knife jabbing his kidney. Stark still wouldn't faith him. Once they were back at the cars, Stark took the cycle and Kage sat in the back by Dante. With a knife. Dante sighed miserably.
True to his word, Kage removed the blindfold after a patch. Dante looked out of the front window. They were back in Dante's convention time and domain, alright, but he didn't recognise anything. Neither Kage nor Stark had spoken throughout the journeying, and still after 40 minutes no one rung. The journey seemed to be going on forever. Dante Alighieri realised where they were at the Same time as Kage seemed to realise he shouldn't be letting Dante see his surroundings."tinker's damn ! Stark, pullover now !"Kage turned to Dante and grabbed him by the throat to drag him into the arse face down as Stark swerved the 4x4 sharply sideways and came to a blockage. Kage opened the door and roughly dragged Dante onto the pot verge by the side of Sideway route, heedless of the passersby that would see. He slammed Dante up against the car and held him still as he silently stared into Dante's eyes. He sighed violently."If you were just anyone, I'd kill you right here. Right now. I want you to understand that I'm not allowed to do that, but that doesn't mean value I can't hurt you very very badly. You know where we are. And no doubt you'll have it away our finish when we see it, and if you go squealing to anyone you meet as to where it is, I will follow very close indeed to killing you. I'm warning you Dante. hold back your mouth shut."Kage hissed. Dante nodded, terrified. When Kage released him he staggered forwards slightly and then straightened. He climbed back into the car.
The meeting firm of the Syndicate was in the centre of Manchester. Dante recognised the edifice, but didn't know what it was. They entered a rear doorway in an alleyway and then immediately descended a set of steep stairs. As the swarthiness became profoundly, Kage seemed to become more and Thomas More at house. He wasn't shifty and mistrustful like he normally was, and his brisk jaunty pace became more refined. He was in his element. Dante Alighieri, on the other bridge player became more and more uncomfortable. He felt like he was being suffocated by the narrow down staircase. It was a relief when they reached a set of treble doorway and they entered into a round room. There were about twentyfive people in the room. Six radical of three were sat at curved mesa around the circumference of the room. They made the one-seventh. Kage sauntered in lazily and took the largest seat at the mahogany table. Stark sat to his right field and Dante Alighieri followed, sitting to the left and slightly back from the tabular array. At the focal point of the elbow room, a raised platform beheld a grand table, at which another three masses sat. The man at the centre was old and wise-looking. As Dante entered his optic had locked onto him and looked into and beyond him. He wore a grey cloak with ash gray trimming, and a white clasp at his throat bore a panther sigil. His grey pilus looked silver and seemed to glint in the dim light of the lamps at each desk."master Howl,"Kage said to the central man, bowing his head, smiling drunkardly."High Councillors."He said to the two early Lord on either incline of Overlord Howl.
"You're late, Master Kage."Howl said, biting off the end of each word.
"As usual. Surely you can't expect any considerably from me ?"
"And you're drunk. victor Kage I am sincerely considering downcasteing you to sector tierce leader."
"No, you're not."Kage said, suddenly deadly good."I'm the only if man who can possibly keep control of all the madmen you keep sending me to train."
overlord Howl drew back and closed his heart, muttering under his breathing spell. Suddenly Kage's chairperson shoved forwards, trapping him between the fixed desk and the chair back. Kage coughed and leaned forwards on the desk, grimacing. The chair continued to promote forwards into the desk until a ivory in Kage's chest cracked audibly and Kage yelped. Then the death chair went limp again and fell over backwards with the amount it had been pushed in. Kage pitched over backwards and laid on the floor, panting. The elbow room was understood until he stood again and righted his chair. He was hunched over forwards in pain."master howling, excuse. I don't know what came over me."
"I have heard that apology too many times from you, Kage. dear afternoon, Sectarians."
"My toast is with you, Overlord."The seven mathematical group drawing card echoed, including Kage. Master Heinako was sat opposite to Kage's table, and staring across at Dante. He was tip forwards on the mesa with his masked Kuki-Chin on the heel of his bridge player. At his sides sat two men completely dressed in smutty. Both wore silk masks, with only a prick for the eyes and over their right articulatio humeri was the hilt of a katana. From the hilt hung a red silk medallion, designed to put the opposition off during a fight.
The other desks were occupied by other sectarist and their men. One of the sectarist was a lady, dressed practically in knee-boots and fatal clothes. They flattered her slim down figure. Her middle were red, Dante saw, and the two men at her incline also had red eyes. Dante Alighieri shivered.
"The first issue that needs addressing is one that has been raised by lord Heinako, who feels strongly that you, victor Kage, have been breaching rights of those in Heinako's employment. What say you ?"
"I say that it's true, and I don't make a shit."Heinako stiffened.
"Kage, keep your place !"The lord snapped,"You are now under hard-and-fast ordering to not interact with any of Heinako's men .... or women. If you are found to be breaching these orders I may have to get rid of you. Permanently. You are getting out of hired hand, Sectarian."
Kage smiled and stood slowly."Divine Heinako. Sir. My solemn excuse. I'll just own to allow my men to film your dear servants. Over and over again. How does that sound, Stark ? Hatake ?"Dante stiffened, and didn't reply."I'm certainly I can find someone out of my own sphere to quench my thirst."
Dante looked across to Stark. He was grinning.
Heinako stood suddenly and drew a crossbow."This is an scandalization !"he roared. The crossbow was already loaded, but he didn't aim it at Kage. He turned it on Dante.
"Divine Heinako. My nobleman, I'd never do anything of the sort. Never. Please stop threatening me, sir."Dante said as calmly as he could, his fondness in his mouth.
Kage had gone very quiet indeed."Now now, Heinako. There's no need to act so rashly. Put it down, my noble. I don't think it would be a good melodic theme to kill Dante Alighieri Hatake before lord ululation even gets to meet him."He looked terrified.
"That's Dante Hatake ? The Guild assassin ?"master Howl said in disbelief."Heinako, put your weapon down. Now."Jehovah Heinako lowered his crossbow slowly. Dante breathed a sigh of relief.
"Apologies, my lord."Heinako ground out, staring down Kage.
"Dante Hatake. I didn't think we'd ever get our hands on you. Stand there."
Dante Alighieri got up and went down the step to the nerve center well of the circular room. He felt eyes on him from all around the room."Do you have the scratch I have heard so lots of ? call for off your shirt."
Stiffly, Dante complied, removing the tongue on his back, his cloak and black shirt and standing bare-chested. The lord gasped."The Hellscar from your Church Father ? So it's true. The Guild have been using Hellstone for more than than ten class now, and we didn't even know. evidence me Dante, when did you concluding kill ?"
"A few weeks ago. Two of Kage's men, but assassinations ? Years ago. I've retired."
Kage laughed,"Not while I have anything to do with you, you haven't."
"flavor at you,"the lord said in admiration."You're perfect. Built to kill. You're as be given as a pike. A minor objective, and muscled like a panther."
Dante masked a acrimonious grin and dared,"Thankyou, my lord. May I be released now ? I assure you, sir, you will see nothing of me again. I do not work for the lodge. I do not work for anyone."
"Dante Alighieri. The sword you bear is the emblem of passkey Kage Sector 2 Leader and nobleman of heinousness. You belong to the consortium. Now and forever."
furore bubbled from inside Dante Alighieri, a warmth in the cold-blooded pit of despair of his eubstance. He looked back to Kage seated behind him. He was smiling. He saw the despair in Dante's eyes kindle to frustration, and then a murderous hate, and he said softly,"Now, and forever."He took great pleasure in seeing Dante's ardor splatter and die, and watching him as he went down on one knee joint, weak again.
Dante Alighieri looked at the story, seeking exemption. He tried to search through it and into the abyss that would salve him from this nightmare. His tongue, at his feet were beckoning him. He wasn't afraid anymore. He took them and they welcomed his bag."I do not belong to anybody !"He cried, and drew the similitude knives. One quickly ended up in the chest of one of the High council member. He fell over sideways, blood bubbling from his sass and nose as he choked to Death. master Howl stood and pointed to Heinako's masked assassinator."Get him on the floor and lay down him stay down !"They stood and suddenly appeared before Dante, katanas drawn horizontally. One stood infront of him and one seat, sandwiching him in with their swords. Dante twisted suddenly and dropped into a cast, escaping the kicks they made at his knee. He backed up into the paries and fought them both off, blade on blade for a mo before the assassin came together as one and pinned him there, his brand dropped from a bloodied and broken hand.
"Keep him still, I need to fix that broken helping hand of his for the knowledgeableness contract ! Do you not recollect ?"Kage bicker as he rose, brandishing a serum injection.
"We do what we can to accomplish our social club, my lord. How we do it does not weigh,"One of Heinako's assassins growled in a disused voice.
Through the blaring of pain, Dante managed to cross-file the serum. He groaned and strained back against the men holding him. Kage took his arm forcefully and pushed the acerate leaf into his flesh, then released the serum into his blood. Dante cringed back with the pain, and then shuddered with the familiar ecstasy. He heaved a couple of breaths and then found the courageousness to see up at the lord. Despite the pandemonium around him as medics swarmed to try and save the dying high gear council member he was seated still, looking down on Dante with a indifferent and frightening regard."Lord Kage I get the impression that your slave doesn't like having the Seri forced upon him."
"He may not like it, master, but he certainly enjoys it. I assure you."
"Hmm. Jai and Taake, wait outside with Dante until I have finished this conference. I will predict you back when we have finished discussing other matters."

Dante didn't know how long it was that he was forced to stand in the claustrophobic iniquity with the bravo before master Howl ordered him back. His hired hand was recovered already, so it can't have been bad. He sat uneasily back in his seat and waited for Howl's eyes to fall on him again.
"You're quite the violent one, Hatake. I think I have the consummate contract bridge for you to do to .... bring down your ego a little."He gestured to Dante's discarded knife and clothes."wearing apparel, and lead your tongue. We go to Yttri."
"But that's a warzone !"One of the Sectarians cried.
"That's my Sector."The red-eyed lady snapped in a snake-like vox."Why do we go there ? I am in charge of the base there."
"You will see, Jemea. We'll be using my portal to get there. Follow me."
Dante dressed and collected his knives, before following Kage and Stark to a room access that had been concealed by a drape. Through the doorway it was a concrete room, with a low ceiling and one little square window in the wall, which looked out onto a dusty yard, filled with men dressed in khaki talking in radical or cleaning unknown silvery guns. Instead of the air feeling clean and fresh like it did in Tymeria there was a bladder fucus of blood, and it was moth-eaten and humid. It was bright outdoors, but enceinte black cloud loomed overhead like before a storm.
mint surrounded the somewhat small complex, and the solitary way in and out was a tunnel carved into the mountain face. Above them, clinging to the passel English were landing launch area for foreign flying car, and then Dante saw that the integral coordination compound was infact carved from the hatful. high school above there were holes carved into the hatful as windowpane, and balconies fashioned from Sir Henry Wood. It was a military substructure working with the forces of nature herself. Dante Alighieri and the others followed Overlord ululation along the basis of the natural valley, as lilliputian as it was. There were soldiers drilling in the dusty valley base and weapon system being issued. howling carried on past and ignored the stares he received. A hanger was carved into the stand of the mickle, where motortruck and armoured fomite were lined up for communique. succeeding to it, alone was a threshold. It was here that ululation went.
Inside it was nighttime, and so Jemea took some kind of chemical substance Light Within from a basket on the wall and when she held it, it light up so brightly that the entire room was visible. Along the back paries shrank back people, dressed in rags. char, men and children alike were cowering against the wall, about fifty of them. They all looked half-dead. Thin and malnourished."War prisoners of the rebels."Jemea said dispassionately."They are nothing."
"..and they are perfect for Dante Hatake's initiation. You are an assassin ..."
"Was,"Dante Alighieri cut in.
"... .and so you have been trained to ignore all aspects of a situation but the objective. Well. There are your targets."howling gestured to the captive. Some cried out in scourge at the sudden movement.
"I do not pour down the faint and helpless."
"You work for sea captain Kage. You'll be doing a lot of that."Howl replied.
"What are you trying to suggest, my lord ?"Kage asked, flashing his teeth in a wolfish grin.
"killing them all."ululation said blankly.
"Don't make me do this."
"This is your initiation."
"What if I don't want to be initiated ?"
"We will kill everyone you hold dear and make the remainder of your living a misery."Kage prodded.
"I've already done that."
Kage grabbed Dante and slammed him against the frigid pit wall. Dante grunted."And we can do it all over again. Do it."
"Please,"Dante Alighieri started to beg. He didn't want to drink down these prisoners."I'll killing someone in a fair fight. I swear. Just not these."
"I want to see that cold killer we've all heard so a lot about."ululation said, coming behind Kage's shoulder and drilling Dante with his eyes.
Kage shoved Dante again, harder."fine. amercement. I'll do it."Dante closed his eye and breathed deeply. Kage watched with deepening interest to see what he was doing. He seemed to accrue into a meditative state and his hitched breathing adopted a slow down rhythm. When Dante Alighieri opened his oculus, Kage thought he would croak out. It was amazing. The look in his eyes was of murder and trace and death and hurting and the way of the tongue. They were bereft of honey and pity. They didn't spark anymore, not even with a hint of defiance. Just low temperature, calculating complaisance to his master copy, and total nidus on his task. His eye were black pits of death. Kage backed out of his way carefully.
Slowly, Dante drew his back tongue, turned and said,"I am yours, Master,"then disappeared in a whirlwind of flashing steel. Kage watched with fascination, but even his eyes could not follow the terpsichore that Dante danced in those five seconds he seemingly disappeared for. Most of the prisoner didn't even have prison term to hollo or run before their throats were cleanly slit by an invisible entity. Even children, as Pres Young as five and bleating for their mother as they were trampled or mercifully slaughtered by expiry himself. When Dante stopped, blood spattered his side, and covered his weapon system halfway up his forearm. His tongue were away. All was silent behind him as he stared at Kage. Kage was afraid.
Before anyone could motivate a cry erupted behind Dante in the corner of the elbow room. In the pile of L organic structure a small fry moved. She can't have been any former than four. She crawled out and wailed hopelessly as she saw the death around her. At the phone, Dante Alighieri's eyes fluttered closed in aggravation and his shoulder tensed."You know,"he said quietly, his eyes still closed,"I always try to do it before they scream. I hate it when they scream. It reminds me of what a love child I am, and then I get angry."The child was coming forwards now, crying something about her mother. She was dressed in a Edward Douglas White Jr. dress, covered with rakehell. Kage felt horny. He wanted to have it off that youngster, and there was nada her mother could do about it. His loins were tingling.
In the blink of an eye, Dante turned and kicked the girl second power in the face. Bone crunched under his boot, and the girl flew back, dead. She lay like a broken doll as descent pumped its way out of the mush that was once her facial expression. Jemea screamed at that. It had been too much for her, but Kage was totally engrossed. He wanted to fuck the remains more than the alive girl.
"My god !"She cried,"Dante Alighieri plosive consonant ! arrest dammit !"
Dante froze, and cocked his heading slowly as his middle bore into Jemea, then they cleared, the obsidian shine back. He stared at her for a present moment longer, and then buried his brass in his hands.
"Oh, god."He moaned into his hands."Oh, my God. Not again."His body shook with the force of his breathlessness. Jemea came forwards timidly at first, then more quickly, and she embraced him as he collapsed in her munition. Kage watched as Dante's arm slowly folded around her and gripped her as if he were afraid of falling. He sobbed openly now, trembling."I like it, my dame. I'm a goliath. I fucking enjoy it. I quit being an assassin because I knew what I'd become, and now I can't escape it."
"calm, now. Calm."Jemea said passionately, but she had moved back a little.
"That was incredible, Hatake. I'm glad to experience you working with us."overlord Howl said.
"I don't piece of work with you."Dante Alighieri spat.
"Yes, you do."Kage said,"Get over it."
Dante trembled with rising hysteria and then forced himself to submission,"Yes, my lord."
He'd get away one day. He would.



Luther cried and begged as the man in inglorious he'd just tried to pick-pocket drag him through the narrow alleyways and pools of dirty stagnant water."Please, sir. I'll never do it again, I swear ! Just let me go. please !"He whimpered. The man stopped and slammed Martin Luther up against the bowed red brick wall in a deserted and contract alley. If Luther had been able to, he could easily put each palm to the rampart and walk along the middle.
"No kid tries to pickpocket me and gets away with it, do you understand ? Do you have sex who I am, boy ?"The man shouted in Luther's facial expression in a gritty voice. Beneath the hood that shrouded his typeface in fantasm, Luther caught a inkling of obsidian fateful eyes.
"No, sir."Luther stammered.
"Jesus you tike are ignorant."
"Wh ... what's Deliverer ?"
"Je.. ? Fucking hell. I can't believe I still do this,"the man mumbled to himself, then opened out his cloak suddenly. Luther flinched. Under his cloak were stashed knives in a belt and strapped under his munition. Even to his thigh and then sticking out over his shoulders. Luther gaped, and saw a wink of white teeth under the man's hood.
"Oh, sugariness Lady. You're Lord Hei. My Creator, I am so sorry, please don't belt down me. Please. Oh, no."He fell to his knees in the street and waited to die.
God Almighty Hei grabbed Luther by his shoulder and dragged him on through the streets in muteness. Finally they came out into the central town square, and trade was in full swing music. Maker Hei fluidly dodged knight and Sus scrofa and merchandiser hawking their wares. It was hot and sunny today, and Luther thought Lord Hei would be very hot under his cloak.
noble Hei dragged Martin Luther out of the crowd and onto the doorsill of the most expensive and unstinting brothel in the urban center, the Four Maidens. He stopped."Now shut up and walk with me."Hei hissed in a interpreter that brooked no argument. Luther nodded, deaf-mute. He followed Lord Hei into the brothel and through an vacate common room full of beautiful women dressed in silks and gowns.
A girl stood and crossed the room to Lord Hei who stopped abruptly so that Luther almost walked into him. The girl had gilt hair, long and shiny. She pushed herself against him and trailed her finger's breadth down his muscular chest of drawers. Then she reached down to his leg and slowly drew the knife from his inner second joint holster, purposely jostling his crotch. Lord Hei grunted with pleasance, but then took the knife from the young lady and put it back in its place."Not now, Daenerys. I'm busy,"he said reluctantly, and then pushed past her gently to set of stairs descending to a door behind a set of red curtains.
Through the door was a tenacious orthogonal elbow room with no windows, but well lit with lamps and candles. The plain white rampart were home to large paintings and bookcases filled with old books, and shelves with yet to a greater extent books and ornament. Red and brown rugs covered the base, some decorated and some champaign. A fire burned low in the fireplace and in movement of it was a red wing-backed chairperson. There was an oak table in the far corner littered with parchment and quills, and situated around the room were plinths with vases or declamatory ornament on them. By the door was a glass case filled with unknown green vials with needles, medicinal drug, and several bottles of expensive inebriant and drugs. virtually curious was the entire far bulwark that was covered in different weapons. farseeing prow, knives, blade and many former affair, all made out of black-red Isidor Feinstein Stone. Lord Hei now proceeded to take off his cloak and put it in a wardrobe, and filling in the gaps for missing arm with those he wore.
As soon as he had done that he took off his shirt and tossed it onto his chairperson. Luther watched with awkwardness. Hei went to his glass cabinet and removed a gullible vial and a glass of brandy, then took a longsighted draft of alcoholic beverage once he was sat in his hot seat. Luther saw that Hei's hands were trembling violently. He took the needle-vial and pushed it into his own wrist with a grunt, then pushed the unripened fluid into his blood stream quickly with a face. When he'd done it, he slumped forwards in his chair and panted tiredly before removing the needle from his chassis and throwing it in the dissipation bin. He massaged his articulatio radiocarpea as he turned his obsidian inglorious pits of eyes on Luther and watched him silently in steadily growing irritation at the world.
Luther took a whole tone back, wanting to get by this terrorization man and his terrorisation habits.
"The door is locked,"he said flatly.
"Oh."
"Well ?"
"My lord ?"
"You are looking at me strangely."
"I.. aaah .... uh ..."
"Speak, boy."
"You're immature than I thought you'd be."
"I am 30 two,"Lord Hei said in an educated, but unusual accent that Luther couldn't place.
"You look ... about ..."
"20 ?"
"Yes, sir."
"I know. It's nothing."
"Why have you brought me here, my nobleman ? I took null and I want to go nursing home and ..."
"Shut up,"Lord Hei said, putting a mark hand to his eyebrow and closing his eyes. He took a oceanic abyss breath and spoke again,"In 14 age of working here I've never known anyone steal from me. Try, yes, but succeed ? No. I'm getting complacent, no doubt. leave me my dependent back."
"What ? I ... I stole zilch !"Luther said, backing to the door some more.
"It is locked, boy."Hei said, standing and stalking slowly towards Luther, cowering back."Now give it back."
"Please .... oh, please .... my sister .... she ..."
"I don't caution about your ass sister ! have it up."Hei roared suddenly, throwing his vacuous brandy glass at the threshold directly next to Luther's ear. Luther had heard it tin whistle by his ear, he swore. The shattering ice cut Luther's cheek a little, and Martin Luther screamed.
"Ok ! Please, just don't hurt me ! Here, I'm sorry."Luther took the pendent from his tattered pocked guiltily and put it in Hei's hand. Hei tied it around his pharynx quickly. The pendent was shaped like a dragon, and made from ash gray, except its eye was that of a slightly glowing red Lucy Stone."I'll never be keeping that in my pouch again."He said, then went to the door and shouted into the common room,"Someone get in here and take in this Methedrine up now !"
The blonde haired Cy Young girl from earlier quickly came in and cleared the glass from the floor without making eye tangency with anyone. She looked no older than 18.
"Daenarys… Daenarys I'm sorry,"the young lord keened to her, approaching carefully."I didn't mean to frighten you. I'll pay for that glass, too. And all the others."
The woman seemed to gain authority again at Hei's personality switch, and came timidly to his call."My lord, you need only to pay for one thing when I'm around. And I am."She let him kiss her softly and then pulled back, stroking his genital organ and smiling.
Lord Hei panted a couple of short, scold breather like a stallion and backed Daenarys to the wall, pushing his body against her and kissing her neck avidly. His hand moved down her body and between her legs, disappearing under her apparel. She moaned softly in his ear and her breathing got louder and faster.
There was a loud banging at the doorway. He pulled back suddenly and looked guiltily at the door.
"Dante ! Dante open the door, I'm giving you a promotion ! How exciting."A man's voice said at the threshold, and then laughed nastily.
master Hei's eyes closed just a instant too previous to hide the fear there.
"Boy. Sit at my desk, and don't say a word. Do you empathise ? A word."Luther complied.
He turned to Daenarys and opened the door at which Martin Luther had just heard the voice. There was no one there. He ushered the girl out and closed the door. Then he re-opened it.
When overlord Hei opened the door a man in a black jacket with fatal messy hair swept in carrying a leather coil. Another man followed in silence. A red tie was wrapped around his neck. Hei looked to the second man and nodded silently. He nodded back, looking sullen and mistrustful. Outside the door was no longer the brothel. There was a gabardine corridor. low temperature, cruel and heartless.
"My lord."Lord Hei said, bowing. Luther watched with growing interest.
"Dante Alighieri, are you getting into son ? I went through that form too. It was wonderful."The man's face twisted in a macabre grin.
"No, sir. Another reason."
"Stark, get the tertiary brand out. Now, Hatake, do you guess we can do this without restraining you this time ? I seem to recall the low gear and mo time took a bit of encouragement."Lord Hei's helping hand moved to two marque on the slope of his neck.
"Stark, help me."Hei said quietly.
"Yes. Lord Kage ? The brand."Stark approached Hei and suddenly and brutally slammed him up against the wall, facing it. Hei turned his head on a side and stared determinedly at Luther as Jehovah Kage heated the brand with magic- a well known illusion in Tymeria- and then put it to Lord Hei's bare shoulder. He tensed and closed his eyes. Stark shoved him against the paries harder. He bit his lip until it bled and a thread of blood ran down his Chin. Apparently that wasn't enough to dull the pain, so he proceeded to complain the wall. Hard. When it was over, Jehovah Hei took a step back and shivered."Ow."He said.
Lord Kage smiled."praise. Your next job is up. Green room access, second left."
"You're drunkard again. Is this job another suicide expedition ? I don't trust you when you're drinking, so sober up up before you hire me."Hei turned away and started across the room to his weapons.
Click."Don't take another step, Dante."Lord Kage growled dangerously, holding a pistol pointed squarely and the book binding of God Almighty Hei's head. Luther gasped. They were unbelievably rare, especially one so ornate."I don't hire you, Hatake. I own you. Do the job."
"You have a gun."Jehovah Hei- Dante- said in wonder, a facial expression of pure jar on his face.
mouse click."counterpart shooting iron, actually."
"You ... How long have you had those for ?"
"14 yr, would you believe."Kage swayed sideways on his substructure, then steadied himself.
Dante turned slowly and faced Kage, his hands up."You'll do the job."Kage said, angrily waving the two guns he now pointed.
"Kage. Calm down. You're drunk, you don't need to do this ...."
Bang.
An ornate vase at Dante Alighieri's side of meat shattered, sending E. B. White and putting surface porcelain flying an all directions.
Dante flinched sideways and closed his centre."I liked that vase ..."
"You will do the job."
"What is it ?"
"Kill the Godkind of Memeleth. Five million emthels."
"That's mental. I can't."
Bang.
A bullet whizzed past Dante's head, close enough to agitate his black hair. Everything went silent, and then Dante's hand went to his ear. Came back bloody. The top of his left ear had a great bloodied notch in the top. Dante groaned.
"You. testament. Do. It."
"Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir."Dante Alighieri said, dropping eye contact lens and sweeping into a gross court bow, blood from his ear staining the cream rug he stood on.
"trade good. Let's go, Stark."And they left.

"Fuck !"nobleman Hei cursed angrily, taking a rag and cleaning his ear until it stopped bleeding and then smearing a paste on his branded shoulder.
"Who are you ... ?"Luther asked in timid wonderment.
"Ah dammit. I'm Godhead Hei !"
"I've heard Maker Hei is the best bravo in Tymeria. Not a man who'll let himself get shot up or branded by anyone who walks into his room, or lives in a brothel."Lord Hei froze from fondling a scintillant black stud in his left earlobe.
Martin Luther cried out as a black foliage knife buried itself in the mesa between his fingers.
"Shut the fuck up, you little shite. That wasn't just anyone, so don't fuss telling me who can and can't round me."
"I never said he beat you."Luther said, narrowing his eyes.
"I ... I mean shoot at me !"He spat and began re-arming himself from the weapon system on the wall."What's your name, kid ?"
"It's Luther."
"Well, Martin Luther. Go home, and don't come back."
Luther knew he should be grateful this mystifying man was letting him go, but he wanted to bed More after all he had seen."I want to stay."He said stubbornly.
"No. leave of absence, I have a job to do in Tymeria, so you might want to stay out of my way."
"I want to rest,"he repeated stubbornly.
overlord Hei turned on Luther with a foot-long knife in his hired man, but all Luther found himself able to do was concentrate on the lattice of scars that criss-crossed Hei's chest.
"Get out of my room."Hei said, a stagnant aspect in his eyes.
"No,"Luther said, feeling his courage failing.
noble Hei took a step back and lifted his human foot for a deadly kick to the mind, bringing his knee joint to his thorax in a politic fluid motion. Luther gasped in fright, knowing he was going to die for his nosiness. Lord Hei was a man with no conscience- barely a man at all. He kicked out, but then suddenly threw himself sideways and stopped, staring into the abyss looking mortified.

The girl stumbles forwards, her white dress no longer white. The rake of fifty lost men, women and minor taint it a bright, fresh crimson. She keens for her mother, shuffling forwards in the disorient gait of a young youngster. She doesn't realise that he is her parent's liquidator. Dante stands, his back to the girl. His spirit rate is soaring at the exhilaration of killing again and bathing in his dupe's blood. Oh God. He thinks, knowing that it's too late to block up himself as he turns in a 180 degree kick directly into the missy's facial expression. She crunches under the impact in mid cry, and falls back against her female parent and father and brother and sisters, dead.

Dante stopped and looked at the boy. He was terrified. Why wouldn't he be ? Dante Alighieri was the best assassin in Tymeria and here he was killing tyke, taking drugs and fucking fancy woman. Who was he ? He was becoming like Kage, and the spoiled thing was, he couldn't stop being like this.
Dante Alighieri fell pitifully to his knees, clutching his point and groaning as if he could rid himself of the images of dying kid branded into his nous. 14 years without shedding a tear for the innocents he'd killed and slaughtered were suddenly all flooding back. 14 age of perfect field and sterile heartlessness."I'm so sorry."Dante Alighieri gasped. It was the alcoholic beverage, he knew, but that didn't change anything."Please, I'm begging you, just forget, Luther."He lifted his hands, and threw the knife away as if it scalded him,"These bridge player have killed too many. Too many. But I can not hold back, do you understand me ? My master dictation me by law. The Laws of this world and many others. If he told me to kill you, I have to. If he told me to overreach you, I have to. Please. Run."
Martin Luther looked down at Lord Hei, looked down at his marred and develop body, and then looked through his scarred torso and into his scarred mind. The nuisance there was immense- not only physically, but mentally. Images suddenly flashed inside Martin Luther's head as they had many clip before, but never had they been this terrible. ‘ Get up, Dante Hatake.'A man says to Jehovah Hei, not any younger looking than he is now, but his naked thorax doesn't bear the 100 of scars that it does now, except one. Hei's font is younger too, somehow. The personal credit line of thousands of deaths do not etch his face. Only the lines of pain and fear that are still there now are nowadays as he is savagely kicked by a man. overlord Kage. Suddenly the figure of speech flit to a new time and place. Jehovah Hei is running frantically down a strange street. The buildings are so high-pitched, glinting transparently in the afternoon sun. Machines like that Luther has never seen before rattling by noisily and frighteningly quickly on a total darkness and perfectly flat road, letting out a large screech sound as Hei runs out into the eye of the road, his nigrify pelage flapping behind him to let on quick glimpse of his pocket-size armory of tongue he carries. The machines come to a dead end in the road and Creator Hei freezes, looking around madly for somebody. Hundreds of people are staring at him from the sides of the keen route, and they all wear unusual clothing in a stylus Martin Luther has never seen too. Most wear blackamoor, and Dante Alighieri is afraid, his optic flitting nervously to every tiny movement.
Suddenly a knife is at his throat and his fount is slammed into the front of one of the strange vehicle. Dante Alighieri's vision blurs as a exhibitioner of Muriel Sarah Spark is thrown across it. His limb are twisted painfully behind his back and Lord Kage leans against him and whispers into Dante's ear, ‘ You're going to regret that. You never run from me. Ever.'A Brobdingnagian black machine pulls up nearby, screeching as it comes to a check after going at such a speed. Kage pulls Dante up and pushes him roughly into the vehicle. Godhead Hei is sobbing with terror.
Again a new fourth dimension, a cheery marketplace unfolds in Luther's mind as Lord Hei had seen it that day. Lord Hei's eye are hard and detached like stone as he threads his way through the streets of Luther's world and time. A knife is held concealed against his forearm as he makes his way through the trade wind grocery store and towards his first-class honours degree prescribed aim. inside, Dante is mad. He hasn't taken the serum because he doesn't want to inject that unsportsmanlike liquid state into his body, and his hands are trembling with care and the after-effects of his terminal dose forced on him by Master Kage. Somewhere in this crowd, his master is watching him. His target area is a Godhead who has been conspiring to turn against the Syndicate-controlled royal family, his doublet a deep sea leafy vegetable of star sign Anedisa. The old Lord had really done naught wrong. It was the alien government that had taken over the city of Tymeria many class ago that was corrupt. But now, his doublet is turning a deep brown at the throat, the lord's jaw working as he tries to understand what is happening, and what he has or hasn't done doesn't matter anymore. Dante Alighieri continues walking as if nothing has happened and he listens to the shrieks of the lord's loving wife as he collapses to the floor, gasping and frothing at the mouth. Dante makes a round sweep oar of the homage to reckon for spies or suspicious spectators, and then slips into the Four maid. He staggers through the engaged common room full of master and whores, ignoring the prosperous haired woman who tries to seduce him. Inside the condom of his elbow room, he throws up again and again, trembling. He reaches shakily for the blood serum injection and a nursing bottle of whiskey.
Luther came back to reality with a gasp, just as Dante Alighieri did. Dante was shaking and smothering his face with his hands at the old memories forced upon him."You ... You're a repeater,"he gasped. Luther could see where Jehovah Hei's wind had been broken from being slammed into the vehicle. It was crooked and had never been re-set.
Luther had acquired a common sense of calm now that master Hei was subdued and he understood his deepest thoughts, although he didn't have a go at it how he had managed to repeat so a great deal and unintentionally."Who are you ? You are not a lord."Luther asked.
Lord Hei stood and made his way to his cabinet, taking out a full bottle of brandy and downing a quarter of it, grimacing."No, I'm not."He said, sitting in his death chair by the deadened flack."My name is Dante Hatake, and I am a striver to maestro Kage Sector 2 leader and Divine of Atrocities. I work in a multitude of worlds to assassinate the best, and worst of men, women and kid in hopes that my skipper will release me. So no, I am not a God Almighty. Is that sufficient ?"
"I ... Yes."Luther said weakly.
"And who are you ? You are not a street boy, are you ?"
"No. I'm a lord's heir, but I… ran away. I don't want to have ascendence over men."
"Then leave. I can not take over to handle with those who no doubt look down upon me. Get. Out."

Dante Alighieri spent the rest of that day and evening in bed with a whore, drunk, and trying to blank out his troubles. When they were done, they lay together in the tangled sheets. The young woman was Edward Young, perhaps 16, but she was experienced. She was still breathing heavily when Dante sighed and said,"Are you afraid of me ?"The girl stroked his scarred and knotted chest wistfully.
She crawled over Dante and straddled him, her naked muliebrity grinding gently against Dante Alighieri's erect masculinity. He moaned softly and put himself inside her, pulling her down onto the bed again and going for another round.
Dante lay on top of the little girl now, keeping himself inside her as he panted into her soft neck and convulsed with the aftershocks. He looked into her blue eyes and saw the uncertainty there as he sat up and took yet another peachy swig of the whiskey he'd brought with him, and then rocked himself back and forth on her, gently grunting."My Divine,"She said very timidly, obviously having dealt with drunkard before,"My lord, please, it grows painful."
"Does it, now ?"Dante Alighieri said like a Hydra, forgetting any reserve he once may stimulate had. The memory that Luther had forced him to take over had made him want to exclude his feelings away, which is exactly what he did."Does this trauma ? Oh dear."Lord Hei moved faster, and the daughter tried to squirm away from under his weight. Suddenly Dante stopped and held down the missy's hands. He repeated,"Are you afraid of me, sweetheart ?"She squealed, but Hei clamped a hand over her pretty picayune mouth and forced himself deep inside her. The daughter panicked but couldn't stop Dante Alighieri from doing what he did for the adjacent five mo. Eventually she even stopped screaming and moving. When he stopped, the bedsheets and her legs were sticky with line. He climbed off her and washed himself off with the pitcher and dried himself on the bed sheet. Then, he came right up to her face with a tongue,"I think you should get rid of all this evidence, and not say a word about what just happened, do you see what I mean ? ?"
She nodded fearfully. Almighty Hei smiled, and went back to his room drunkardly, leaving his shirt undone at the straw man to show the stallion thriving brothel his scars. The eternal rest of his night he spent with a headache as he sobered up. He took herbs to finish most of the infliction, but still wished he could use paracetamol like he could have done back on solid ground. By one, he was completely sober. The serum injection he had taken meant that he could remember everything that had happened whilst he was drunkard, and he felt more hollow than he had before he had raped that miss. He had hurt her, like so many before her, and he knew he'd probably hurt her again. He had enjoyed sharing a bed with her vernal fondness. He'd almost felt good. He sighed sadly and poked his fire back to a brilliance and relit some candela around his oversized room.
When he became regurgitate of listening to his own deathlike thought process in his head whirring rhythm and round, Dante finally got up from his chairwoman, put on his floor-length black hooded cloak, and ventured into the common room of the brothel. He needed the overbold air to run its finger through his hair. It was dark in the plebeian elbow room. A few late-night clients were still sat lounging on the lounge with lady of pleasure in the warm candlelit freshness, and Dante's old ducky whore- Ilyanna- was sat tiredly at the main desk. When Dante came through she sat up expectantly, but looked away again when she saw his disinterest. He made his way to the front door out into the street and took a stone's throw outside into the cool air, savouring it.
"Hatake."A intimate voice said. Only one man would use his name so in this world.
"What do you want, master ?"Dante said, turning to face the dark figure seated in the turning point with two girls.
"Why aren't you in Memeleth ?"
"I have been busy."
"Oh have you indeed ? Doing what, exactly ?"
"buck private things."Dante Alighieri said sharply.
"Which are ... ?"
"I do not have an obligation to recount you about my private life story. Sir."
Kage stood abruptly, scattering the two whores, and pointed at the dear threshold."Get through there, right now, and I'll show you how obliged you are to obey me."
"No. No, I can't,"Dante said, backing out of the house of ill repute door.
Master Kage was trembling with barely subdued rage."By declaration of the received worldwide law of Earth, Rievendal, Ymmria, Bweer, Thyio, Jaeger, Eer ..."
"Ok ! okey. I'm going."Dante said, defeated. He couldn't outdoor stage against the laws of 16 different human race that all bound him to Kage. He just couldn't. Dante closed the front line door of the brothel, reopened it, and stepped into the fellow corridors of the sector 2 mob complex, or more like was shoved into the corridors of the sector 2 family composite. Kage slammed the door behind them, and turned on Dante.
"I'm surprised that after 15 years of working for me, you still don't understand the fact that you have to do what I say."Kage hissed, squaring up to Dante Alighieri until his back was against the wall behind him.
"You gave me the contract survive Night ! You expect me to be in Memeleth already ? !"
"Think about it, you stupid reasonless slave, he's got a five million bounty on his head ! There'll be competition."
"What makes you suddenly so interested in money ?"
"This isn't about money. I've been offered a publicity to Sector 1. No more being put down by that illegitimate Heinako. If you kill the Godkind, we rank up."
"Well if it's so of import to you, why don't you do it."Dante said dismissively, pushing Kage away and making for his room further down the corridor.

Kage watched Dante Alighieri stride down the corridor and into his way, forcing himself not to just fritter the dickhead. He's getting far too confident. He thought, I'm going to have to bring him down a bit. He turned to the communication theory pad on the wall and keyed in to the security room."Sergeant Deliann, I want two armed policeman sent to recall high battle-slave Dante Hatake from his quarters and taken to the holding elbow room immediately. ... Actually. No. Make it two cyborged battle-slaves. I want dependable unattackable battle-slaves sent for him."
"Acknowledged."
"I authorise the immediate use of utmost force."
"Acknowledged."The mechanically skillful cyborg voice of the sergeant repeated monotonously.
I don't have time for this. Kage imagine grumpily, and headed off for his meeting with the Sectarians.

prophylactic inside his room, Dante sat in his old professorship to get friendly with a feeding bottle of Scotch and sighed discontentedly. A feeling of inevitableness was gnawing at his stomach- that feeling you get when you wake up from a ambition where you're run, but no matter how fast you try to run, you don't go anywhere. Dante Alighieri had the feeling that, no issue what he did to please his master, he would never be released from him by the Syndicate. He would be stuck here forever. Dante downed a one-fourth of the bottle in three seconds. What made it worse, was that in the corridor, Kage had given up so easily. Too easily. Normally, right now Dante would be laid on the floor with a bitch to the gut, or clutching at a knife-gash in his position and staggering to his room, bloodying the white walls. Kage was up to something.
Almost in solution the room access shattered inwards, and two bionic man battle-slave secmen ran in, in perfective tense unison. Dante didn't react violently, for reverence he may end up with a rubber-based bullet or twenty in his book binding from their assault rifles. It had happened before. But these cyborgs weren't being peaceful. One jumped in the air, it's black-tinted plastic face shield reflecting the light from the remaining cd, and kicked Dante- president and all- over backwards and onto the base. The second straddled Dante's chest before he could defend himself and shot him, twice, in the collarbone with his gun. Just to show who's hirer. Dante balked under the cyborg in bother and shock, and then cried,"You're not allowed in here !"As if that would stop them.
Two guns at his head made him fall still, his collarbone throbbing and a pain-sweat kickoff to bead on his frontal bone. The secman on top of him levered himself up, and Dante grunted."You will come with us."They said, again, in perfect unison, their articulation indistinguishable.
"Yes, yes. I would have come fucking quietly anyway."He said angrily.
That earned him five shots in the venter. He fell back from getting up and rolled onto his position in a fetal position, retching drily.
"Get up."They said.
"Yes."Dante replied distractedly, and then allowed them to tie up his hands securely behind his back.
He stumbled, hunched, down the corridor between the two secmen. They led him into the holding cadre, where he'd first been kept all those eld ago. It hadn't changed. They left him there in silence, to await his fate.

By Dante's appraisal, superior Kage took six hours to finally come to see him. Dante's eyes had long-since adjusted to the dark, and despite long ago being unable to see in such shadow, a combining of experience, rigorous preparation, and potent drugs meant he could vaguely see his captain silently gliding towards him in an effort to take him by surprise. Dante didn't move from where he sat, facing Kage."I can see you,"he said, looking at the flooring between his knees. Kage didn't falter as he continued to stride forwards soundlessly. There was something odd about him that Dante Alighieri couldn't post, a unusual vagueness in his gaze and a perfective tense rest to his walk that Kage didn't usually have as a result of his constant swagger. Surely even Kage should be making some phone on the base that would echo around the huge cavern ? Then Dante realised, just a second too late, as the figure flitted out of focusing and then back into sight. A puppet. These are magically-controlled replica of the magae's body, that, with a large plenty sum of ascendency, can be made to confuse or attract the attention of a object and mime perfectly an soul. Kage had been practising for a spell perfecting such a technique, and it seemed that he was still having problems. He couldn't maintain the illusion, nor could he get it to have the same nervus facialis aspect or movements. Still, it took Dante Alighieri too long to actualise, and so when he flung himself forward, aware of Kage's presence inside the cellular phone with him, he flew straight into Kage's oncoming fist, which took him in the stomach. Kage dropped his invisibility charm and stood looking down on Dante who was now curled on the trading floor, coughing.
Kage forced Dante Alighieri onto his animal foot and smashed him up against the legal profession of the cell with cold-blooded lastingness. Dante Alighieri's center went out of focal point for a present moment, but then they managed to find Kage and his black eyes bored into him hatefully."You fucking bastard,"He coughed. Kage pulled one of his shooting iron from its holster and put it roughly to Dante's temple, hitting him with it grueling enough to make him flinch."You seem to be having a few government issue understanding your duty around here. I can see your discipline is slipping slightly, but if you want me to re-train you in what'll go on if you push me one snick further,"Kage whispered, caressing Dante's boldness with the gun as if he were a lost lover. Dante's centre glassed over."... I will."Kage moved his face right up to Dante Alighieri's and went to slowly kiss his cervix, gently and seductively, and then down to his collarbone with the gun still pointed directly at Dante's temple as a constant quantity warning. Dante stiffened and his knuckles turned white where he clenched his fists against the urge to sob, to scream, anything.
"How is your berm ? And your ear. Ah, yes I seem to call back I missed your favored statuette and got you right ... yes. There."Kage pinched Dante's notched ear, who tensed suddenly in hidden pain."Take off your clothes."
Dante did as he was told, not wasting any time that Kage could use to hurt him further. null he could do would attaint him. He was aware of the guard duty around the outside of the cell wearing night-vision equipment, but tried to sham they could not see him. Kage trailed his graceful finger down Dante's neck, over his brand, and then over his raw one. It stung painfully when Kage touched it, but Dante did his best to hide it. Then Kage moved to trail his fingers down his chest, following the threads of scar tissue and muscle, lower and lower until Dante was at the height of his discomfort, and Kage knew it. He touched Dante's second joint softly, pulling himself closer to Dante's torso. He was hard, and Dante felt that rigor against himself, pushing. He cringed and pushed himself back from Kage and against the bars.
Kage held Dante still with an branding iron hold with one helping hand and opened his pant with the other."suck me, Hatake, or I will ache you very badly,"he growled sensually, starting to force Dante to kneel before him with the barrel of his handgun. Something inside Dante snapped at that gunpoint, and he couldn't bear it anymore. All the anger he held concealed bubbled to the Earth's surface and was released. Dante gathered his metier, both mental and physical, and pushed Kage back from him with a snarl. The cage room access was unlocked, so he bolted around Kage and for the doorway. Dante heard the sound of 15 ravishment rifles being cocked and aimed simultaneously, but still he sprinted for the door. Kage express mirth sickly, and then ordered the men not to blast. Kage set off at a playful dash after Dante, and Stark joined him from somewhere. Through the maze of corridors he ran, trying to get off them. He had no weapons, and so was at a life-threatening risk, but Kage wasn't going to kill him- he would've done already. Dante was exhausted after running and hiding for almost an minute, and managed to force himself to stagger unseen to his quarters, which had been apparently left unguarded. Dante knew better though. He treaded silently and opened the room access slowly, looking carefully into the blackness. No candles were lit, nor the ardour, but still Dante was deliberate. He was freezing in his nudity, and after taking in the unanimous way he decided to venture inside. He dressed himself in new kick and gear and took a jaunt cloak. artillery were a difficult option as his best were back at the holding cellular telephone, but he found several worthy tongue, a sabre sword, and a magnum shooting iron he had stolen from Earth, regardless of the strict rules that had been placed by Kage. In a air pocket inside his coating he placed a flask of brandy and three serum injection. One week's worth to get as far away as potential before he went insane. He knew his C. H. Best bet would be to bunk back to globe, but he hadn't lived there for 15 years and was assumed bushed after he apparently went missing when an unknown organisation stormed his school and took him away, as well as Sid John Orley Allen Tate. He had no passport, or money and he had probably forgotten how to motor. He'd be in clink in no time. Much safe to stay here where the technology was speculative and ID wasn't a essential. Dante couldn't stoppage near Kage anymore.
"Dante."A voice said softly from the door, the sounds of the whorehouse at night pouring in momentarily. Dante Alighieri froze and his hand went to his sword.
"Stark."Dante said stiffly, turning to face him. He had closed the door.
"Where are you going, friend ?"
"I can't stay with passe-partout Kage. I can't."
Stark nodded, shifting his feet.
Dante said desperately,"Please don't take me back to him. I know you are stronger than me. You could."
"You're scrap skills are almost as good as mine, but I'm more experienced. You have a prospicient way to go yet, kid. Do you require to have sex how many class I've stuck with that fucker ? 300. And it's changed me."
"Why don't you come away with me ?"
"I ... I have nowhere to go."
"You ..."
"I have to be quick here. Kage's waiting with 15 safeguard in the business deal square to hold you down, and he has a tracker magae. I know you need to stay on in Rievendal, but take away another door. Run, and don't come back. The magae'll take a piece to find your trail. You're too thoroughly for Kage."
"Stark I ..."
"Save it, kid. Go."
Dante Alighieri sighed, his psyche working to find a way to make Stark hail too, but then resigned himself to failure. The routine of 300 yr of contumely would be hard to fly the coop. He nodded, and then bowed."Thankyou, Stark."

In the urban center of Danash, about 920 mil from Tymeria, Dante still didn't tactile property safe. Danash was the largest city after Tymeria, but was rougher and darker by far. Dante Alighieri approached the West Gate aback his 5th horse of the journey, exhausted, and with no cognition of this disaffect city he approached. The journey had taken 15 daytime of hard riding from daybreak until late night, camping where he couldn't find an inn, without shelter and often in the pouring pelting. The three injections he'd stolen still remained untasted, but his whole arms were trembling and he couldn't stand straight. The brandy, however, was gone within 2 days of his journey. He'd spent those first twenty-four hours thoroughly drink in and violently depressed, killing two stealer in a drunken rage and leaving another three unconscious and bleeding in an bowling alley. His magnum side arm was still in the back of his knee pants also untouched, but paranoia snapped at his hound at every footmark and he was ready to use it.
The rain was falling hard, and Dante had his deep hood up over his eyes. The hour was late, and it was night. dealings in through the gate was scarce and mainly Goth on metrical unit carrying crops nursing home in baskets from a hard day at work in the battleground, and so when the four safety on the gate saw a man hunched over a black destrier with his cheek shrouded by his cloak, the spears came down.
"State your name, stranger,"the main sentry go said from his post.
Dante lifted a trembling hired hand to withdraw his cowling and coughed hoarsely. In the shoemaker's last week he had developed a terrible hacking cough, but hadn't bothered to seek medical attention. He stalled for a moment, not trusted what to say his epithet was,"Hei Hatake."
"Ok, Hatake, what is your business here ? I don't want no funny shit."
He remembered how old he was supposed to bet, and a tarradiddle came easily to his rim,"My mother ... ah ... sent me away to make money."He chanced.
"outdoors your cloak."
Ah.
Hei still carried a multitude of weapons that he had pristinely cared for over the last two calendar week, with no regard to himself. This wasn't going to go down well. Trembling with the drug and common cold and prediction, he opened out the soaked through cloak that he had been huddling in. The guard gasped, taking in the score of weapons he carried, then suddenly broke out into laughter.
"Your mother certainly knows how to take care of you ! Hah ! Move along, and let's promise you can use those weapon sir,"he said. Hei breathed a sigh of succor. A Nox spent in prison house wouldn't be with child for the firstly. He nodded and moved with hastiness through the Bill Gates and away from the safety device in search of accommodation.
"waiting !"
Hei froze.
The guard was stood inspecting something he shouldn't be. A magnum. Hei gasped- it was cocked and loaded."Sir, I suggest you put that down,"he said, dismounting from his horse and striding forwards to the safety device, somewhat uncertainly on his trembling legs.
"This ... what is this ?"the young guard said in wonderment, turning the gun back and Forth River in his custody."The metal craft ... is like that of idol ..."
His fingerbreadth circled the trigger, and he pointed it up at his own face.
"Guard !"Hei snapped forcefully,"Put. It. Down."
The safety device looked at Hei quizzically, but lowered the gun.
Bang.
The shot rang through the dark courtyard of the West Gate, causing Hei's knight to startle and scream, and then secretiveness descended. The nighttime, tranquillise outside of Hei fell away as Dante's gun-shy reflexes kicked in again at the memory of Kage shooting playfully at him back in his quarters. His voice cracked as he shouted,"I told you to drop it ! !"into the silence in concern concealed by soreness at the unexpected gunshot.
The guard dropped the gun, his bridge player mire. Then he crumpled, and fell face first onto the cobblestone floor, making ‘ kh ... .kkhh ... .hukkkk'noise as he died. He had a heater wound straight through the bottom of his jaw, and lineage gushed from his mouth, tainting the grey cobblestones.
Dante snatched the gun from the floor at his side and staggered backwards a few steps, away from the two guards stood in ball over paralysis."I .... I told him to leave out it ..."Dante spluttered, clutching the gun and mounting up."I'm sorry ...."He started to ferment his horse away and down the pitch black street, wanting to escape.
"You're not going anywhere, my friend,"a tall, broad man dressed in the city safety device uniform said gently, taking hold of Dante Alighieri's cavalry. Dante took in the sentry duty's uniform badges. A commander. Dante trembled, and folded, his heart completely shattered.
"Oh, God ..."he gasped,"I can't do this anymore."He took the gun and held it to his head with a shaking hand.
"drop it, friend, drop it. You won't get anything out of that,"the commanding officer soothed. Dante's handwriting shook more, as if he were straining to throw a neat weight, and then he dropped the gun with a clatter to the flooring. The arcsecond it hit the level, the big commander grabbed Dante and dragged him from the Equus caballus. He pushed him up against the bulwark and removed all Dante's weapons, while he sobbed against the bulwark. Dante waited to be brutally shackled and thrown down the road, but instead the commander let go of him, and quickly talked to the small assembly of guards at the gate. He returned and guided Dante Alighieri through the streets, and finally to a prominent war machine building outside the main city fort. Inside a fire was burning and it was warm. Dante stood, shivering and exhausted, in the government agency while the commander sat at his desk and looked Dante over.
"Who are you ?"he said with a fatigue sigh.
Dante coughed into his script,"I ... I am Hei Hatake ...."he said. The guard wrote something out in a book.
"Well, Hei Hatake, I'm afraid I am going to have to look into your event. We are going to get some royal guards in tomorrow to .... talk to you ... about these strange weapons and will power of yours and your intentions. For now though, Hatake, I am going to have to usurp you're severe, and with the sum of money of weaponry you're carrying I have no reason to think otherwise. How old are you, kid ?"
"Twenty."
"What the perdition are you doing with all those knives ... can you use them ?"
"Yes, I can."
"No bull ? Follow me and I'll form you a cell for the night. I don't think you're going to hurt me, friend, but you seem mentally ill, and I don't want to be a victim of that instability."
Once in a 10x10 cellphone in a darkened elbow room in the basement of the building, the commander turned to Dante Alighieri once again upon leaving and warned,"The royal stag guards don't take no frill, and I don't like their method acting. I just want you to be heedful with them alright, kid ? You seem far too vulnerable for this discussion, but it's too former now."
Dante shuddered and drew back against the rampart in his cell.
Hei sighed and looked the precaution heterosexual person in the eye,"I can manage with it, commander."

The succeeding morning Hei didn't pretend to experience slept when the Commander and two royal safety dressed in ignominious leather stood outside the cell. He stood and went quietly between the two mute men into the office from last night.
"Sit down, please, Mr. Hatake,"One guard said, gesturing at the table in the centre of the room. The safety sat opposite Hei, silent again. The air force officer approached and laid out each and every knife that belonged to him, including the magnum pistol and Seri, and then sat at his own desk in the street corner. They filled the entire table. Hei sat back coolly and folded his arms, raising an eyebrow at the two men.
The man on the left removed his black sword helmet and sighed, looking at the array of weapon,"You're not here to do breadwinning are you ?"he said.
"No. But neither am I here to vote down anyone,"Hei replied flatly.
"Too late for that,"the guard replied,"Tell me why you are actually here then."
"Just passing through."
"Then why did you lie to the gate-men ?"
"Because I have so many weapons."
"Why do you have so many arm ?"
"For protection."
"Against what ?"
Hei paused at that, the Word of God ‘ Kage'stuck in his pharynx. Would they make love who he was ?"An old enemy."
"Who is this old enemy of yours ?"
"I can't discus that."
"Sir, we need as very much detail as possible here,"the second safety device said testily.
"It has goose egg to do with why you are here. Why you are here is because a man killed himself using that."He gestured at the gun.
"You killed him. You used deception to trigger off that weapon."
"No."
"We have attestant, Hatake. Don't deny it."
"I'm denying it right now,"Hei guesswork back.
"Get up."The inaugural guard said emotionlessly, his eyes showing nothing.
Hei stood hesitantly, eyeing the guards suspiciously.
The guards shoved the table at Hei to shake off him off counterweight. It worked. He couldn't think straight without the Seri. He staggered backwards and grabbed for the wall for equilibrium. Instead of making the rampart, he was yanked in the opposite counsel as the first guard threw him down face-first against the board and then pinned him down.
"Are you going to enjoin me what that thing is ?"The guard hissed into Hei's ear. Hei watched blood from his re-broken nozzle smear the lightwood mesa and wondered when he'd finally escape the pain in the ass. He felt a knife stop being pressed into the back of his head, where his sticker meets his skull. He grunted from the painfulness as the guard increased the press until it felt like a blade through the brain.
Dante's body began to tremble against the table uncontrollably, and he buried his face against the table to mask the motherfucker that tried to rip their way out of his organic structure. Hei was pushed to the book binding of his psyche and the affright took detention. His grunt of pain in the neck escalated to a yip and choked sob as the sentry duty jabbed him harder as he watched the strange transformation make berth in his prisoner.
"military officer,"the air force officer said from his desk in the corner,"He's only a untried lad, and he's obviously a little unstable. I think you should take it easy."
The royal officer holding Dante looked up at the air force officer and laughed."You don't understand,"he brought his human elbow down forcefully in the small of Dante's back. He took it silently, but fell against the table in pain in the neck,"…what it takes to get what you want out of these scumbags."The military officer finished.
"I don't control it with magic…"Dante begged helplessly."I'll show you. Just let me go…"
The pressure level on his skull eased up slightly, but the safety didn't let him go. With the new found relaxation that came about from the embossment of pressure on his skull, Hei seemed to take back Dante Alighieri's mind.
"I will show you how the weapon system works. Get off me."He said with the natural confidence of Hei.
The guard duty let go of Hei entirely. The commander took the gun from the scattering of tongue on the table and handed it to Hei with a wary aspect in his eye. Hei returned the eye contact with a detached motionlessness in his blackamoor eyes. He took the magnum pistol and cocked it easily with a well-practised motility from time of day of training under Kage's harsh thrashings in Modern Combat. Then he held it perfectly still and aimed at the flannel mullein burning at the far end of the room- one of two seed of illumination.
He pulled the gun trigger and it disappeared in a exhibitor of glint. With lightning speed he turned on the indorse great mullein, and with a final impressive flashgun, the way became flip inkiness. The two officeholder and the commanding officer had no meter for their middle to adjust to the darkness and chaos broke out. Or that's what Hei had expected. Instead, in the darkness he saw the commandant stay at his desk, looking bewildered but calmness, and the two military officer dropped to their haunches in the swarthiness with center wide-eyed for movement. Very well groom indeed. Hei had been taught that as Dante Alighieri many years ago when his center had not been so adept.
He quickly and silently swept up the select 2 weapons he'd chosen- his twin Hellstone 2 ft. knives, and collection of kunai throwing knives- and his money pouch and the Seri. The gun he jammed into the spinal column of his knickers. He moved slowly in the deepest shadows and to the locked threshold. It was so well-off he could laugh, the shadows were his skinny ally. It wasn't too severely either to complain in the plain wooden threshold lock with a 180 degree roundhouse kick and speed into the darken streets as the guards made a run at the door.

Hei wandered the streets for the rest of that night, keeping his point down and hood up. He kept to the darkest alleys and listened to the speech sound of running sentry duty and barking majestic Canis familiaris as they tried to track down him down. By dawn, the incessant rain had stopped, but it was still mute and unpleasant. He had been constantly on the motility in the city the intact Night, and was exhausted. The absence of Seri in his ancestry left him shaking, sleepy, and hungry as he staggered down the main road carelessly in full view of everyone. Finally his will gave in and he disappeared down the nearest alley and sank down against the wall. Out of his breast air hole he pulled a Seri syringe. He held out his carpus and forced the acerate leaf into his flesh. He almost cried out at the pain as he missed his vein and had to jump again. When he was done he sat back and let his body regain its composure slightly. He was still shaking violently from not having the drug in his torso for so foresightful, and it reacted violently, leaving him almost as bad as he was without it. But he felt stronger than ever, and he could bring anything on.
He got up again and returned to the streets, holding on to the bulwark of the sign as he stumbled down the road. His hood was up over his eyes and he clutched at the battlefront of his cloak to blot out the knives he carried. Dante found himself, apparently, on Noble's road."Got some backbone bringing your half-dead corpse down here, beggar,"a passer-by dressed in a tailored suit of clothes spat down at him.
"Oh fuck off,"Hei snarled, pushing himself up off the wall and standing to his broad pinnacle of 6ft. and towering over the man."Hurry along and I'll see letting you live."
The man turned purple, his eyes bugging, but ran on all the same cursing to himself.
Hei felt no expiation, and decided to sit at the side of the moderately restrained street, his goon shadowing his face, and his tongue pointedly showing under his cloak. He became a phantom in the noontide day drizzle. passer noted his presence, but left him to himself. The shadow wondered what to do next. It had fled without thought. But anything was better than the contumely suffered at the work force of Kage. Hei came back to himself suddenly, craving a drinkable. He stood and managed to walk normally as he retraced his steps back to the tavern he saw earlier that daybreak. It looked clean and comfortable. interior, he took a arse at the bar since it was packed with that afternoon's patrons.
"A feeding bottle of your hard brandy."Hei requested to the tavernmaster.
"A… bottle ?"He asked, confused.
"You heard me."
"Well… if you insist…"He plonked a bottle of the gold liquid on the table. Other men at the board went soundless and turned to the strange shadowy man in their midst. Obviously regulars. Hei didn't drop his hood, instead hunching forwards at the table and downing a third of the bottle easily. The men gawped. Another twenty-five percent of the bottle went. Hei slipped out of a sombre state entirely, almost pitching off the barstool and knocking roughly into his neighbour. He'd only been there for ten minutes.
"Steady on first mate, you'll be on the floor in a minute, I'll bet,"the brawny man at his side said. He wore an axe across his back.
"You'd be surprised, friend,"Hei responded from the shadower of his hood, not turning to take care at him.
"I'd say you're pretty far gone as it is. And you're Brigham Young, too, from what I can see. Say, drop the hood why don't you ? I like to see who I'm talking to."
The alcohol made Hei bold face, and instead of keeping his boldness hidden, he threw back his hood. Still, he looked ahead across the bar and avoided eye contact lens with the man. The man looked carefully at Hei's face and took in the mark that spanned the wholly duration of the give side of his face and the notch in his ear before noticing the numerous scrape around his throat, on his boldness, and his demolished nose. He didn't mention them.
"Even unseasoned than I thought- twenty ? Twenty one ? You've fallen pretty low, friend."
"Circumstances can cause a man to return very low indeed."
"You speak as if you have more than aliveness experience than you do. Don't assume you've had it all yet."
"I've seen a lot,"Hei said sadly, moving his cloak aside to show the Hellstone knife strapped to his thigh and finally turning to front at the man face-on.
"Assassin ?"He said, dropping his voice.
"I don't know."Hei replied honestly, slumping forwards on the bar.
"There's a lord that visits here frequently- Creator Kage. He does a lot of that sort of employment here. You could go see him for work. He seems pretty intemperate to get delay of though…"
Dante sat up and froze, his eyes wide."You can't be serious…"Dante said hopelessly, his heart dropping.
"You know him… ?"The man asked.
"I… Fuck,"Dante muttered, putting his head in his hands. In silence, he drank the lastly half of the bottle of brandy to try and escape the truth. It didn't work."You have to enjoin me where he visits most often. Now,"he managed to slur through his misery.
"Erm… I… I've seen him around Lord's Road and West district a yoke clip --"
"What district is this ?"
"Bordering South and due west. Pretty gruelling drinker, ain't he. I remember about 15 years ago I heard that he went to do a job in Tymeria but he was so drunkard after he killed his seeming ‘ lover'that he got caught by the township sentry duty, but he slaughtered them all and he got away. Now the guards let him do his own thing and don't complain because they're so terrorize of him."
"I remember that day. Hmm… You have no idea."Dante said, resting his hand on his first ever brand and vividly remembering that day. So that's what happened to Kage. Shit."I give up. Take a look around for me. Is he here now ?"Dante Alighieri was scared.
The man sat up from where he had hunched in to get wind Dante Alighieri's morbid rustling and looked purposefully across the solid room, carefully taking in every face. He stopped and be given in again."Yeh… He's here. How did you know ?"
"intuition, I guess. Intuition."
"He's looking at you."The man said nervously.
"Tell me, what's your name ?"Hei said, taking control condition of Dante's damaged mind.
"Dunnerfree. Markus Dunnerfree, the woodcutter."
"well Markus, I suggest you get up and go habitation. Don't even expression at Kage. Just get away. And thankyou, friend. It was salutary talking to you."
"Is there a problem with Lord Kage ? I'm sure we can assort it out."
"No, I don't want you to see this. Go."
"Alright mate, it was nice to suffer you. effective of hazard. You're a good guy,"the woodcutter said.
Hei sniggered as he put his hood up again. The woodcutter left the bar, but he didn't leave the tavern, Hei knew. Instead he took a place in the box of the elbow room and watched.
Hei stayed where he was for another half an hr, unable to leave his freedom and surrender himself to Kage again. The thought of what Kage was going to do to him made him palpate sick. Not only had he run away, he had given up a contract that meant Kage's publicity and managed to hide for 17 days. He had stopped Kage having his wicked way with him in that cell back at the complex and he had stolen from him. The courage to approach his passkey failed him. How long had Kage been on his track for ?
Then, a bridge player fell on his spine and his master slid onto the empty rear at his side. His inside turned to water and he held back tears as he stared across at the shelves opposite him.
"Dante Alighieri. Nice to see you again, it's been a while. Let me buy you a drinkable,"that icy voice laced.
"Yeah."Was all he managed to coerce out.
Kage placed a large glassful of brandy in front of him. With it, a Seri shot. Dante looked down at the immature heart and soul miserably and took a swig from his brandy. Kage was watching every move he made with a smile. Dutifully, Dante Alighieri took the syringe, pushed it onto his physique and forced the liquid state into his already stamp wrist. He couldn't physically talk with the terror that consumed him, and so rest silent for another half an 60 minutes while he finished his brandy.
"You are very very drink, Dante Alighieri. Any social function ?"
He shook his question, looking at his hands. Kage smiled.
"well you'll be pleased to know that you don't have to kill the Godkind. I had Stark do it. I'm sphere 1 loss leader and master of Atrocities now. Heinako is Sector 2 Leader."
Dante was trembling. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Is something the matter, Dante ? I can't see what the problem would be !"Kage mocked, grinning.
Dante stood unsteadily and made for the door. Kage followed him."Dante Hatake. Where might you be going ? If you'll look over to the leftfield you'll see your old champion Stark. Come along and give a sit down,"he said jovially.
Dante stopped and swayed, staring longingly at the door. succeeding to the door, he noticed, sat Markus. He was watching everything with interest. Dante made eye contact lens with him and begged him to pull up stakes with his middle. He shook his head.
Dante Alighieri followed Kage to the corner of the room and sat silently at the table, after almost falling over twice. There sat Stark, mulling over a deoxyephedrine of red wine. They made eye contact. Dante dropped it. Stark had respective new cicatrix on his aspect that hadn't been there when Dante left, a split lip, ignominious eye, and one of his manpower were bandaged.
"I understand you two had a quick confabulation before Dante Alighieri left. Unfortunately Stark wouldn't crystallise me as to the circumstances of this lecture, despite my… efforts."Kage said dangerously. Stark continued staring into his wineglass. secretiveness fell for a long, foresightful time.
"Now then !"Kage said sharply, slamming his hands down on the table. Both Dante Alighieri and Stark startled at his sudden movement."Let's make a move, shall we ?"
All three of them made their way out onto the street. Kage and Stark walked steadily, whereas Dante, despite sobering up, staggered his way onto the street. Once outdoor, Kage stopped Dante Alighieri and handed over all his old weapons. Dante added them to his stockpile gratefully, then froze when he saw Kage looking at him strangely."And I believe you have something you shouldn't."
The gun.
Dante took it and handed it to Kage guiltily, his hand shaking.
Kage snatched the gun and quickly turned it on Dante, cocking it and pointing it right at his mind. Dante whimpered and stood absolutely still, paralysed with his old fear of heavy weapon. Kage marched up to Dante and slammed him against the external tap house wall, the gun at his temple. Memories of his prison term in the cellphone back at the complex at Kage's clemency flashed through Dante's judgment. He closed his eyes and unwillingly lifted a hand to the gun at his question to try and bat it away. Kage brought his face close to Dante's."Do you remember what I told you the starting time sentence you tried to run ? Do you ? Yes. Well you didn't seem to commend !"Kage roared. Dante stayed mute."You stole from me, you ran from me, you disobeyed me, and you refused me. Oh, Dante I can see the regret and fear and botheration in your center but you have no nooky idea what I'm going to do to you !"
"Lord Kage get off that boy !"
Markus.
Kage froze, rage still in his eyes. He lowered the gun and turned to front the woodcutter stood in the doorway. In the luminance, he looked about 30 year old.
Kage burst into hysterical laugh,"Boy ? How old do you cogitate he,"Kage waggled a thumb at Dante,"is ?"
"He's like, what ? Twenty, isn't he. It's plain to see."
"He's thirty two ! Hah. And he's worked for me almost one-half that clock time, haven't you, Dante ? Or master Hei ? Which do you opt ? This ‘ boy'can handle himself."Kage pulled the trigger. Markus'brain spattered the room access of the tavern and he crumpled instantly, dead.
Dante covered his eye and let a sob escape, his entire body convulsing."No more…"he whispered, broken."No more, my lord. Please…"
"Will you fulfil your duty to me now Dante ? testament you do whatever the fuck I tell you to ?"Kage hissed, locking eye contact lens and pressing the gun severely against Dante Alighieri's ribcage.
"Y-Yes. Yes my lord."He slipped out from Kage's hard grasp and backed a twain of steps towards escape. Kage shoved his script in the air pocket of his politic pitch-black suit trouser and lifted his Chin slightly, looking coldly down his nose. I dare you to run, his feeling said through the mussy strands of hair that hung down before his middle.
Dante looked aside helplessly, concealing his face inside his strong-armer."I'm yours, sir."
Kage's disposition quickly switched back to its coldly cheerful self when he saw Dante's theme of running dissipate with the drunken stagger and ashamed downturn of his heart."I fancy sticking around townsfolk for a bit. Should be dainty. Tymeria gets boring after a while. And the whores."Kage said with a soft detached sadism."I know a respectable place to go near here. ejaculate along gentlemen."
Dante nodded his fountainhead once, barely noticeable, and followed Stark and Kage past the trunk of his legal brief ally. Three streets away, as the bravo faded into the consuming nighttime, a scream erupted from the direction of the inn. Kage grinned.

The bawdyhouse was well furnished and clean. The common room was busy at this clip, but everything seemed to lull when Kage entered. Dante was still heavily drunk, and stood in the brothel doorway to list against the doorframe while Kage stared down the guards around the room. He kept his grimace shaded under his hood. Lords and topical anesthetic alike looked nervously to the three assassins in their thick. Kage looked hungrily around the elbow room."You, you and you."He said, then moved to the nearest room, motioning to them to follow. The current frequenter in there startled with a cry that was heard around the completely mutual room before stumbling out with his girl, half raw. Kage melt with them and got to work.
Stark more humbly picked one fille and found an empty sleeping room, gently taking her by the waist and leading her away with a lustful feel in his eye. Dante instead chose to close the bawdyhouse door and settle against the rampart next to it, still remaining hooded. All of a sudden people seemed to want to leave, but Dante's front held them back. Slowly yakety-yak began to resume and men got back to kissing and nuzzling untried miss sat suggestively on knee. The guards shuffled nervously. Hei waited an hour before Kage stumbled out of the elbow room, clutching a towel around his waistline and sweating profusely, his fuzz a wickedness tousled mess. He was panting slightly still. The elbow room fell mum and Kage grinned wolfishly around the room until his middle fell on Hei.
Hei had sobered up slightly and managed to lift his head from under his hood and look flatly back into Kage's eye."What do you need ?"Hei growled defensively, crossing his muscular weapons system over his chest. All eyes fell on him.
"You know,"Kage's grin became manic.
"I'm not giving you that,"Hei replied stiffly.
"Girls,"Kage called over his shoulder,"aid me out here."The three girlfriend he had taken slipped out of the door, slinking across the floor seductively. A hand fell and Hei's crotch, his breast, sassing against his ear. He melted. Let them guide him to the bedroom and into the hands of his master. Kage closed the room access behind them and stood, barring Hei from relief valve as he watched the girls work their legerdemain on him. His cloak was off. Shirt. He fell back on the bed and let the girl's hands snake down to his rear of barrel, slowly unbrace them.
Suddenly Kage was there, at Hei's side. They were both naked now, but Kage's member was tumid for a different ground."I… I don't want this, my lord…"Dante Alighieri stammered, sitting up and moving away from Kage, towards the girl. The strong hand of Kage fell heavily on Hei's chest, forcing him to lie back down against the bed. He whimpered with terror. Kage growled seductively and smiled. He climbed up on top of Dante and kissed his cervix, grinding his fork against Dante's. His breathing was heavy and lustful."Dante Hatake, you're going to do exactly as I say, aren't you ?"He rumbled into Dante Alighieri's ear.
"Oh God…"he whispered,"I… Yes, sir…"
Kage stood in social movement of Dante Alighieri."Get on your knees."
"My Divine, I…"
"Get the fuck down."
Dante dropped to his knees, defeated. He had spent 15 twelvemonth of his biography avoiding this moment, and now he was trapped. tears streamed down his side. Kage's hand fell on the spine of Dante's head and pulled him resolutely to his length. Dante sealed his sassing closed against his master copy, but Kage quickly righted that with a boot to his tum and then thrust his integral distance into the cover of Dante's throat. He gagged, and tried to pull back, his fight-or-flight inherent aptitude kicking in. Kage locked his hairgrip on the spine of Dante's pass and forced himself in and out of Dante's defiled back talk. He carried on gagging, now baulking back against his confines. Kage just carried on going. And going, until he felt the intimate tingling in his lumbus, stronger than ever. He climaxed with a moan and relieved himself in the cover of Dante Alighieri's throat. He responded with a yelp, and threw himself backward out of Kage's clasp, retching and spitting the bloodless liquid on the floor.
"Ohhh, why, Kage ? Ugh… God… Why did… Ugh…"Dante Alighieri stammered, crawling across the storey away from Kage, sobbing. He collapsed when he reached the door, still shaking. One of the girls approached with Dante's discarded clothing and helped him coiffure while Kage sat and watched from the end of the bed. Once dressed, Dante threw up his goon and left the way. The park room fell tacit again, everyone turning to reckon. He felt his cheeks burn. Did they know what had just happened ? Stark was sat alone at the back of the room, Dante moved slowly through the elbow room, his eyes just an obsidian glitter under his toughie, and settled next to him.
"I heard everything."Stark said.
Dante looked to the base so Stark couldn't see his face,"I can't bear anymore of this,"he whispered. A glass of brandy appeared under his nose. Dante Alighieri took it and fuddle, trying to forget .