*
He was back to sitting on his throne, shrouded in darkness, as usual. Asura, also known as the Master, or the Demon – whatever you’d prefer.
He wasn’t happy with his servants. He’d clearly instructed them to seize the Guardian of Soul only, because his special apprentice would take care of the other one. But no, they wouldn’t listen, chose to seize them both.
The Warlock Spirits and other Shadow Creatures were powerful, but not very smart. And that was what bothered Asura so much, since their intelligence often caused them to make their own plans. Stupid plans, bound to fail.
He hated it when someone refused to follow his orders and made a mess. Now, he’d lost the Guardian of Soul again. And it was only to question whether or not the Guardian of Innocence would be gullible enough to fall for his trap.
Someone knocked on the door of the throne room.
“Come in,” Asura said, and the door slowly opened.
“Ah, dear, you’ve returned,” Asura said, while he slowly rose from his throne; he still remained in the dark, however. “I assume you’ve taken care of him?”
The figure knelt in front of the stairs that lead to the platform where the throne was standing on.
“Yes, Master,” the figure said. It was a girl’s voice. “I’ve gained his trust. You’ve told him what will happen to him and his friends when he proceeds, but he doesn’t believe you.” Her voice sounded sinister. “But, as soon as I’ve taken care of the Linmor Elder and she confirms what you’ve told him, he will break down, and lose trust in the Spirits for sure.” The girl with the blonde hair looked up. Her eyes were blood red, and glowed in the same colour. The same eyes as before. And her mouth showed a broad grin.
“And then, my Lord, he’ll be all yours.”
“Well done, Sabrina,” the Master said contently. “You’ve always been quite an acquisition to my army. I wouldn’t have expected anything different from you.”
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