NIGHT - BLACK SAINTS MANSION "I just received the latest report from Dariel. Fortunately, there were zero casualties amongst the people, and although they are still shaken there is order in Inizio." Mateo reports. "It's good to know the people are safe. It seems that putting Dariel in charge of the community was a good decision." Vincent replies, sitting behind his desk. "Is there any new information on the men that infiltrated and their mission here?" Mateo shook his head, "So far there is none. I think they caught wind of your advance to Inizio and used the opportunity to infiltrate the crowd. It was a well thought plan." "With that cover, they stayed mainly undetected. However, there is a great chance their goal wasn't to have direct engagement with you at all. As there were many opportunities to attack first but they had chosen to stay discreet. Even after your provocation by shooting first, they panicked but still chose to escape in the chaos, than suffer confrontation." "I
Isadora stammers at the peak of a mind fuck, "I... I…" "If I was a second late it would be you in his position now if not much worse! Do you understand what that means?!" Vincent groans in frustration. Shaken, Isadora's eyes become heavy in tears, "I know alright! I ALMOST DIED!" She screams, with a dull lump in her throat choking her spirit. "I. Almost. Died. Again." She repeats in a cold, soulless whisper. Again? Vincent is taken aback by Isadora's countenance. There was a sudden dull pain in his heart from just looking at her. This might be the first time he has witnessed Isadora's pure emotion, a mood that is vastly different from the pretentious one she executes 24/7. It was filled with boundless despair, helplessness, and agony, emitted from her spirit. Alas, it disappears just as suddenly as it came, as Isadora soon springs up on her feet with a mask of relief. Vincent wasn't one to be fooled though. If this he has just experienced was only a glimpse of her true self… ju
Vincent presses the cold rim of the gun on Lorenzo's skull, finger teasing the trigger. Recognizing him doubled his anger, "Why do you dare go against me, Lorenzo? Your answer shall determine if you live or die today."Lorenzo sucks in a sharp breath. Feeling the cool air on his bruised, battered face was less than pleasant. His eyelids barely hung halfway openHis dislocated jaws hurt so much as he struggled to make a sentence, knowing well what Vincent was capable of… familiarity or none. After all, he had murdered his father without regret.Still, he risked answering a question with another. He desperately needed to confirm it, "In what way have…. I…. gone against you, Lord V…vincent?" His voice is barely comprehendible.He grits his teeth so hard with loathe that blood poured from his gums, "I only came here to finish my business."Vincent presses the gun even harder against his head. "You do know, I have a very thin tolerance for bullshit, Lorenzo."There is a brief moment of sil
The Next Day - Morning "Hey, Sienna!" Felicity calls out with a wave, to Sienna who passes by her quarters.Sienna changes course to Felicity. She doesn't speak until she is directly in front of her, "Goodmorning.""Morning." Felicity responds with a smile so innocent, Sienna had zero will to fight back a smile of her own.She wondered what Felicity wanted, it isn't her habit to call her like this."Are you alright now?" Felicity inquires."What do you mean?""I noticed you've been on edge since yesterday, but I didn't have the time to ask." Felicity explains.Sienna looked surprised. Was it that obvious?"I… um…" She formulates an excuse, "I just don't like it when the presence of anything is a threat to Lord Vincent."Felicity sighed, "Yeah. Yesterday was pretty tough, not how I expected to end the day."Sienna nodded. She wasn't referring to what had happened in Inizio though, she knew quite well no one as weak as those men could be any threat to Vincent."If I knew such would hap
With each step there is a resounding click-clack of Sienna's shoes as she walk-runs ground floors of the mansion, not even bothering to acknowledge whichever maid ignored or greeted her as she walked past."Why did I have to wear these god-damed heels so early in the morning!" She cursed under her breath.She walked even faster as her destination was just around the corner. Hopefully, she isn't too late.She halts at the door she was quite sure Vincent would put him in and tries pushing it open. It doesn't budge.Sienna immediately reaches into her pocket and takes out a key, it fits right into the lock and she sighs in relief. That God she had taken the pains to visit her room earlier before coming here. Vincent permissive access given to her to most rooms in the mansion has come in handy.The opens the room to a strong hit of dense, chilly air.Sienna shivers as she steps into the room. 'Why the hell is it so cold?'She instinctively feels the walls for the thermostat and turns up t
5 Days Later Vincent's shadow is cast over Isadora who was currently keeling on all fours in the dust, her back arches up and down ever so slightly as she catches her breath. She grimaces at the sight of several drops of sweat falling from her forehead into the sand. "You are still unable to land a single strike on me." Vincent's frigid voice only added to her stress. Isadora staggers up to her feet, gritting her teeth, "Let's go again…." She forms a rigid fight stance, "... I believe I won't lose again." She doesn't give up, Vincents muses. He smirks, "Saying that for the fifteenth time in a row doesn't guarantee your success." Isadora says nothing to that and only charges towards him. In quick successions, she delivers several punches towards Vincent's face, ones he easily maneuvers himself out of. It's like he could see all through Isadora's moves before she can make them. Successfully saturating his focus with her punches, Isadora sweep kicks Vincent but just before he falte
The atmosphere was dense with white mist outside, making it hard to see. The day had started so cool and peacefully, failing to foreshadow how it might cruelly forsake one person in a few hours. Saturating the tips of her fingers with a transparent gel, Imelda secured Isadora's long, silky dark hair into a tight ponytail. The tail falls to her back. "Make it shorter," Isadora whispers, staring at the scissors on the vanity. "Why?" Imelda hesitates, "Your hair is too beautiful to be treated that way." "I don't want it to get in the way, Madam Imelda. Please…" Isadora's voice is frigid. Imelda exhales a warm breath, "Not every choice has to be extreme, Isadora. There is always a better alternative." She opens a drawer and sources out a threaded needle. Carefully she twists and warps Isadora's hair around a point and sews it multiple times securing it in place. Imelda picks up a pure white fox mask from the side of the table and places it over Isadora's face. With the mask on, it
"To maintain such false bravado in front of us all… woman you are really a descendant of your father," The sixth elder spoke too casually, "What's your name woman?!" Once again Isadora moved not an inch in response to his words but hidden out of sight, her fists clenched in anger. Why do they always compare her to her father? The silence this time was deafening "It's only one miserable bitch why is this taking so long, master?!" One of the women around kissed her teeth, doused in jealousy. Quick to regret her outburst she quickly held her lips over her mouth, but it was too late. Everyone heard... The atmosphere suddenly became frigid, "Sixth elder, it seems that tramp of yours has gone mad. Perhaps you forgot to put a leash on it?" Vincent thundered. "Please… I didn't mean to speak out of turn…" A soft thud is heard as the woman immediately falls to her knees, weeping… shivering, and begging anyone who could hear her out. "Please…. don't…" Bang! Isadora's body jolted to th