➼ Title: The Red Lord ➼ Word count: 555 ➼ Warnings: Graphic
➼ Troptember: Noble Demon
The round table was designed specifically for the five that sat around it. The table cloth has intricate patterns of art, and the head of it, as it is called, carries the ‘crown’. The crown is where the Red Lord, lord of fear and death and blood. Today is a special day, as the Red Lord plans on committing his first, open crime against the crown of Vasil. His first, second, third, and fourth in command sat on the table, drenched in sweat and anxiety, The Red Lord was not one to kid.
“My lord, you do understand we are going over the semantics of committing a crime of war against the crown in the open.” Aeryn, the fourth-in-command, said with a trembling voice.
The rest of the commands were wise enough to keep their mouths shut. Only God knows what happened to those who talk against the Lord. Only one candle lit the room, and the light was more than enough to highlight the Red Lord’s most well-known features. He is the most beautiful man known across the land (for those who’ve seen him) and acts as the Devil.
“Yes, Aeryn, I do understand that we are going over the semantic of committing a crime of war against the crown in the open. Is that not why you sit at this table as an equal?” A cold shiver runs down everyone’s spine. The cruel mocking gave Aeryn the chance to sit down and shut his trap. “Now, back to our lovely discussion. We know that the fires will be set a few minutes before sundown. I want the houses closest to the manor emptied. I do not care what you do, but no one should be inside while the fires. The school connected to the manor is to be closed as well. Break a wall, destroy a class, I do not care. Finally, the staff. Our spy inside will escort every staff out of the manor while another sets it on fire.
“Bastard King Noahm deserves this and more. He build it upon the sacred land of the Aihne people. At least, thank God, he had the decency not to destroy the shrine and cut down their sacred tree. Perhaps I shall leave him for now, simply for that. But we need to gather forces as well, make more allies.” His voice becomes more distant as he speaks about allies. Ever since Empress Thahns son, Bastard King Noahm, took over, the kingdom become a new hell. Taxes skyrocketed, people went missing and the king slept freely.
“Of course, my Lord. I understand. But if we are, indeed, going to declare war on him, we might as well kill a few innocents. It will cement our declarations and show him how serious we are. It is weird, my Lord, that you care for peasants. Perhaps you have grown to become soft like—” before he could finish his sentence, a dagger embedded itself deep in his throat. The Red Lord’s aim was next to known.
“Who’s there! Come here, get this body, bury it in the cemetery under a different name.” He wiped his hands and yawned as if he had not just killed his fourth-in-command. “Why don’t we discuss further, Ofal, Nome, and Grai, hm?” His smile is as cold as his heart. How fitting.