Junior Member
EXP: 153,793, Level: 17
Level completed: 10%,
EXP required for next Level: 16,207
He was a whirlwind of emotions. He was trying to sift through them as Sivi’s kitsune insisted on drawing him out. He knew it meant well, but his temper was foul and the barking orders irritated him. He didn't do well with people telling him what to do, not even counting his time in the Ixian Knights.
Those two years chaffed him.
Still, he did it for his daughter, who deserved a chance to see the world. With the Ixian Knights to be safe houses for her, she could try and figure herself out. Seth could see she hadn't yet, and he had argued with Liliana to give Samantha the time alone. When she returned, she had stories to tell, and seemed to become more and more confident, even her mother had agreed it was a good move.
Then the Night of Debauchery happened. In one night Seth's world was torn asunder and Samantha was now a hostage, courtesy of Cassandra Remi. That night had nearly killed him, and some days he wished it had. He had fallen through the cracks of Society, staying in the shadows since, and somehow, somehow he managed to keep going.
Hope, they said, was eternal.
He had immediately waged unequivocal war against Cassandra and the Cult of Blessed Torture was their battleground. He had burned out strongholds, eliminated worshippers and drenched his hands in the blood of her followers, and during all this, Salil Mizami had watched, and waited. He had plotted and planned. The one day that Seth couldn't complete his task, that was when he struck.
Salil had destroyed a whore house, washing it's walls in blood. Seth wasn't even fazed walking through it, but when he found his target disemboweled while tied to a pole it gave him pause. The note had demanded Seth visit the man, and Seth couldn't say no. Closing his eyes he cleared his head with a shake as the door was opened.
Seth saw a room, modest in size but full of grandeur. A thick rug of fur covered the floor, giving the room more heat. The source of that heat was a fireplace, grand and large that roared with a fire.
Over the fireplace were small knickknacks, ones he knew well. He hadn't visited his home in Lavinya in years, but he knew someone had ransacked it and stolen them years ago. They had belonged to his parents and held great sentimental value, even if they were useless junk to most people.
The bed was equally opulent, thick blankets to scare away the cold the stones could emanate. There was a forest of pillows and Seth could detect a hint of perfume, Lavender. It assaulted his senses and flooded him with desire, even at such a small amount. He stifled his irritation and continued to drink in the rooms contents.
A couple of glass cases contained a mask and a small handkerchief. Their significance lost on Seth, but he knew they must be tied to Sivienna who would recognize them. His eyes drifted to the corner where a table resided. While the rest of the room was given to opulence, the table was dingy, shoved in the corner and covered with blades, blades he was intimately familiar with.
Ebony, Ivory, Spite, Malice, and ten lung poppers lay on the table, beside a pair of claws that looked recently bloodied. He gently nudged Sivi to look at the corner when the door opened behind them. Seth turned to face the newcomer, and saw for the first time, the dhampir that was Salil Mizami.
Salil had the pale skin of his mother, unused to the Sun. Seth thought he could detect the hint of fangs on the boy’s lips, and mentally filed that information. He dressed as an aristocrat, clean, rich, haughty. His hair looked inherited from Seth, eternally mussed. A gloved hand moved up to brush stray strands of the dark brown revealing eyes that gleamed with a dark cunning. Seth's heart picked up as he felt the gaze a true predator.
He was staring into the stormy grey eyes of an awoken Hex Magi.