Jarren despite lost in his mind could hear the cries of those at the gate. Their cries nothing more than a joke and the bloodshed the punchline. However he didn't focus on this as he recalled the situation with the jewels in his crown. 'Callista should have arrived at Redfall, I just hope that she can restrain herself not to spoil the game.'
A self deprecating chuckle escaped his lips recalling the nature of his miss. 'As for Lyssara, she's a fine actor when she wants to be.' His mind went back to Caerthalas as he recalled some his toys were still in captivity. 'When do you think that we should let them out?' His voice echoing in Callista's mind.
'Ah...I forgot about those two. It would be best when another champion has entered the fray but for now, let the two rest. They have an arduous task ahead of them.' Her response making Jarren's give a contemplative hum. 'What about Lyssara, what do you think of her?' The silence lasting a second before an answer came through.
'She's not bad at all. I dare say that she's actually amusing and besides she opened my eyes to see that you would be a fitting butler.' Her joke eliciting a chuckle from Jarren. 'Oh you fancy me dear.' His tone high and haughty that further drove the feral horror into a state of play.
'Maybe I prefer you like this. After all there might be other personas of you that I might come to adore.' Jarren sunk into his seat, his body unwinding. 'Maybe... after all I'm sure that Clomere would love to put in a much more fitting attire. Something that she's more than familiar with.'
A click echoed in Jarren's head followed with a woe. 'No! Just spoil me and let me use you the way you were meant to be.' Jarren let out a chuckle hearing this. 'These fangs of yours are getting far too long for my liking. It would be fitting for Clomere to reeducate you of your place.'Her cries of discomfort persisted from Callista.
'Kaelin from the trials caught your eye? I thought that she was nothing more than eye candy. A bag that you use once and forget the day after. What about her exactly caught your attention?' Jarren paused, intentionally to tick off Callista who demanded for a response.
'Where do I begin dear?' His tone theatrical. 'Something about her smile, the way her hair flows and most likely her personality. She's far calmer than you or Clomere and it's rather intriguing to see the choice that she will make when the time comes.' His words making Callista fall into thought. 'I forget that you are a horror, not some toy.'
He didn't take her bait as she went on. 'But I guess you can have a normal girl like her as one of your brides. But make sure that she isn't overtly boring or who knows what my hand my do. I might accidentally snap my fingers as she is no more.' She giggled cheekily to which he let out a low laugh.
'I'm sure that with your eternal well of patience that you should be able to understand her. Maybe you might learn something of use.'
*Whoosh*
Callista's image appeared right in front of Jarren, her cheeks pouted as she raised her hand and softly gave Jarren a slap. "How dare you?! I'm the pinnacle of your wildest dreams and yet you have the gall to say such blasphemous words?!" Her tone turning theatrical as well. "I do apologize should I have offended you however you have to make sure that I'm clear and honest with my words."
His tone turning calm that stretched her lips into a playful curl. "Honest? When it's just the two of us I'll show you just how honest I can get. Maybe Kaelin can be a great example of what I mean." Something in her words indicated a darker motive that made his gaze turn playful. "What about the miss?"
He shifted the topic that further stretched her lips. "She'll be a fine example of what I mean of being a toy meant to be played with an forgotten. I'm sure that your shelf of souvenirs is full should this be your means of dealing with those who fancy you." She paused, seating on his lap as she playfully twirled her index on his chest.
"And in the midst of it all, where will I fall?"Jarren could barely believe what he was hearing. 'The nerve of this girl.' He wondered as his hands wrapped around her waist bringing her closer to him. "The. I guess it's time to empty the shelf, start anew with a few trinkets in mind." Her face instantly lit up hearing this before turning sour.
"Few? No, I want to be the only sun in your world, the flowers nothing more than a distraction of your attention from me." His gaze finally bore into hers, a game unsaid playing out between the two. "After all flowers tend to wither away and the sun in eternal." His chuckle suggested otherwise. "The sun mind you may be out of the reach of the world but not invincible. After all the scale of it's hubris can cause it to collapse."
She went on with his words. "And become something far greater." She giggled however he cut in. "Something that devours all the flowers leaving nothing more than the cold expanse of what could have been." His words making her click her tongue. "Very well then the fault is not of the sun for it to collapse but merely the cause. The sun is nothing more than a result of the cause."
His eyes remained locked with hers. "Playing the damsel in distress? I wonder if the maiden has any plans of leaving her tower or wish to live in it with her savior till the end of time." She trailed her index and middle finger from his chest to his chin, her hum replacing the silence.
"With such a tower that oversees all, what would be the point of leaving to begin with." Her muse followed with a crash, her head leaning on his chest as her hands wrapped around his neck. Jarren pat her hair, lightly undoing her hair as he felt her fingers slowly start to dig into his skin. "Does boredom not ail you?"
His question making her fall silent. "Then I'm sure that I'll have to compromise and leave the tower from time to time." He gave a final chuckle as the two began to savour the silence that filled the room. "So how's Crimson in the planes above?" Jarren posed after the cries outside began to die down.
"She's efficient with her work, I prefer her to be nothing more than a servant for us." Callista said, her mind elsewhere. "If you wish so then so be it." He added with a whisper that sealed the fate of a being above the scope of reality. A few more minutes lapsed before Callista finally broke free from his embrace.
"I have other matters to attend to but I'll make sure that you are mine. Possibly all mine." Her words promising him of the game to come ahead. "Just don't try too hard, after the house always wins." She let out a light scoff as she forced his frame upright. The two now inches apart, she dove in for a light kiss. "Then it would seem that I need luck on my side."
He didn't bother refuting her words as he stole a kiss from her and with a thought, her frame disappeared from the veil of reality. As if the world itself had eaten her whole.
...
"How many have we lost?" Drevic asked, his face sour as he looked at the distraught battlefield ahead of him. With most of the people in Dunvale being regular people with few being of the first tier of Ash-borne, it was hard for them to last very long with a wave of abominations. "About sixty sir!" A servant mused, his face drenched in sweat.
Drevic spat in rage hearing this. As the only Vein weaver in the town, he had a tall order ahead of him and what drove him wasn't the need to feel justified about doing the right thing but his own need masked as the satiating the needs of the people. A strategy that could only work for so long before the casual people saw through the veil.
In his mind all kinds of thoughts swirled, some about him leaving the town and heading deeper into the kingdom however given the dire state of the kingdom, the chances of him making it unscathed much less with other people was slim to none. He was sure that he would come to face a horde of abominations sooner or later.
"Sir, about twenty of the guns used in the battle are too damaged to be repaired." Another piece of information that further soured his face. The scent of smoke and ash was still heavy in the air, a small group of people could be seen filling the holes burrowed by the hares for entry.
'If I keep staying here I'm certain that I'll meet my end.' He muttered to himself as the wind swayed the pillar of smoke, the sounds of the ailed background noise. 'Wait! Maybe I can use the butler as a free ride to the capital. I'm sure that the two should have the means to survive a horde.'
Given that the coach had arrived perfectly in shape meant that the two were strong enough to ward off the hordes of abominations which further increased his faith of the two not being so simple. 'But given how uptight the butler is, I doubt that they would be swayed.' Their high status made it difficult for him to bribe them or at the very least hold such a conversation and emerge victorious.
'It's good that I didn't have that girl kidnapped but do they still harbor the negative resentment?' That was the question that refused to leave his mind. Making his way back to his den, a small crowd had gathered to thank him however he paid them no heed. 'These people, still unaware of what will be of this town in case of another attack.'
He had the charms to survive and he knew that Dunvale would fall with another attack as much as his men assure the townsfolk that everything would be okay. Nothing more than to calm them before they were handed over to the reaper. The more he thought about his supposed next move, the more blank his mind went.
'I can only let this town buy me time as I make my escape tonight.' He had already made his mind of when he would leave, what bothered him was the security after he was gone from the safety of the town.
...
"Come in." Rays of gold filled the room, Lyssara's eyes barely half awake as he watched her guest make his way to the gestured seat. Jarren towered behind he, his face calm as he watched Drevic put on a show. "Miss Lyssara, it's an honor to be in your grace." His flattery met with a sharp remark from Lyssara.
"What is it that you require from me?" She already already knew what he wanted, her patience was out of necessity for her role as the spoilt miss. "Miss Lyssara, I'm sure that you're aware of the horde that attacked us not too long ago and as a smart lady like yourself we both know that this town won't last long. It would be best that we leave, I can offer you security as you make your way to the capital."
"As for the fee, I'll only take two hundred blue malcore shards." The price wasn't much however a snicker escaped Lyssara's lips. "Why would I need to pay for a corpse to protect me? And besides it's a shame that your life is of little value." Her crimson eyes locked onto Drevic's obsidian beads.
"There's no need to be so rude miss. I'm sure that we can both help each other out here." His comment met with a click. "You were the one who bothered me in the middle of my nap making it clear that you want something of great value given your impatience." Her head turned to face Jarren, her gaze still fixated on Drevic.
"Please show him the exit and prepare my coach."Drevic showed a hesitant face as he glanced at Jarren. "Please sir, there's no need for you to lose your life over something so casual."His remark calm as he made his way towards Drevic.