“Father, are you thinking about her again?” The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was a soft tenor and the words flowed together when it spoke. The speaker could not be seen, but there was a feeling that he was right behind you.
“Of course, son. Why shouldn’t I be thinking about her? After all, she is the target, no?” The second voice was a deep bass and like the first, it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere simultaneous. It also had the same flow in its speech pattern.
“That’s not the point.” The first voice had an edge to it now and his voice started to grow louder. “She is not your concern in the first place and she is proving to be a distraction. Just like the last time, you are thinking with your dick and not with your head.”
The second voice jumped to a roar as this last statement left the mouth of the first voice. “You insolent little whelp. How dare you talk to me in that fashion? If you weren’t my son, I’d kill you. If I want to go out and sleep with a girl, that is my concern.” As his hatred rose, so did the dim light in the room until the whole room was enveloped in light and the occupants could be seen clearly. “I should kill where you stand for the insult you just now said to me, but I won’t. As I said before, you are my son. The only one I have. Besides, it would look bad to the underlings if I killed my only son.”
The first voice belonged to a slender young man with auburn hair and with a deep tan on his body. He wore no shirt and his muscles could be seen easily in the light. The young man gave the appearance that he might break in half if he tried to lift more than fifty pounds. This was far from the truth. He was as strong as someone twice his size and often liked to prove it. His brown eyes, which usually were bright with dreams of ruling over others, glowed with his fury. He looked almost identical to his father. The only difference is that his father is bigger than he is. That still didn’t stop the son from standing up to and defying his father when he felt like it. Now was one of the times he felt like it.
“That is the difference between you and I, Father. You care what these underlings think, I don’t. You still don’t have the right to go after my target and disrupt my fun.” The son’s voice was shrill now and the reign and on his temper was fast slipping away.
The father chuckled at his son’s lack of control as he poured himself a glass of wine. “Son, I will do anything I want and you or any of your little friends can’t stop me. Besides, I can still paddle your little behind and send you to your room with no dinner.” The father set his glass down and laughed loudly as his son turned bright red.
“We’ll see about this when I get back. Right now, I have business to take care of and you are delaying me.” The young man turned around and started the walk to the door.
“Damien?”
The young man turned around and looked at his father. “Yes?” Even though he was angry, he did not forget what his father could do if he refused to acknowledge him.
A twinkle appeared in the older man’s eyes as he looked at his only son. “Tell your sister to come see me. I have some business to discuss with her.”
Damien stared at his father for a moment before he turned again. He continued to walk towards the door and when he got there he paused.
“Which sister of mine do you wish to see?”
“Scorn.”
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Eight small throwing knives thudded into a bull’s eye painted on a wall. As the owner retrieved them, she twirled around and flung one at the figure leaning against the opposite wall.
With a movement of his head, the figure against the wall avoided the thrown blade, barely.
“Nice throw little sister, but you missed. Still, you did clip my sideburn for which I’m eternally gratefully.” The figure laughed at his own joke, which angered the knife thrower.
“How dare you?” said the soft, silky voice of the woman. “How dare you come into my private chamber and then make fun of me? I should kill you where you stand.” With that, she grabbed the rest of her knives and stood poised to throw.
“Wow. Two times in less than an hour I’ve been threatened with death. I’d think it funny if I didn’t believe you’d try.” The figure stepped forward to reveal Damien with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face. “You really should smile more. You look much more beautiful.”
The knife thrower’s hand twitched a little, a sign she was losing patience and getting ready to throw. Damien cast an uneasy glance at the seen other knives in her hands and stopped moving. He also brought his hands from behind his backs and held them up to show he was unarmed. This still did nothing to relax the young woman. “What do you want, Damien? And make it fast before my patience runs out completely.”
The smile left Damien’s face and his tone grew very serious. “Scorn, Father wants to see you.”
* * * * * *
“You wished to see me, Father?” Scorn crept into her father’s bedchamber and quietly closed the door. She was wearing her “harem girl” outfit. She especially liked this one because of all the weapons she could hide in the silk. Plus, it should off her body very nicely.
“Yes, dear daughter,” came the reply from the deep, melodious voice. The figure the voice belonged to was lying on a king sized bed, staring at his daughter. The smile that was on his face was both seductive and disarming at the same time. “I have an assignment for you.”
Scorn stayed near the door. She was prepared to run in case her father tried anything. Also, he hadn’t invited her to come closer. Not that she wanted to. Her father was a very imposing figure and Scorn always grew nervous when she was around him.
“What sort of assignment, Father?” asked Scorn. Despite her nervousness, she was interested in what her father had in mind for her. “As always, I am yours to command.” All the time she was talking, Scorn had loosened one of her throwing knives from its sheath and gripped it to throw. If she was going to have to run, she wanted to give her father something to keep him from coming after her right away.
“There is someone I need…terminated. I believe your skills are perfect for the job. Come a little closer and we’ll discuss the details.” The smile on her father’s face grew wider. “I won’t hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”
Scorn gave a short laugh before replying. “I am not afraid of anything, Father. That’s why I do the things I do. As to your suggestion, I’m perfectly fine right here and I can hear you clearly.”
A sigh escaped from Scorn’s father. “If that’s the way you want it?” He looked at Scorn and she nodded. “Very well then. It is a woman who is the first target. She is but a warm-up though. You must delete her before you attempt the real target. Here is all her information; address, photo, friends, workplace, etc. I want her gone before two weeks have passed.”
Scorn grabbed the packet from the little goblin her father used as a page. She glanced at he photo to confirm her target and gave a gasp of surprise.
“Isn’t she Damien’s target?” She asked suspiciously. “Why are you giving her to me? Won’t Damien be upset?” That is an understatement. Last time I accepted a target that was Damien’s he actually tried to kill me for interfering.
“Your older brother is not proceeding in a timely fashion. He has already passed the deadline and is actually showing signs of interest in her.” Her father’s tone changed from amusement to disgust at the thought of his son showing interest in a mere human. “As for your brother being angry, leave that to me. He will
understand when I explain it to him. That is all for now. Contact me before you leave and let me know if you have a plan to eliminate the target.”
Scorn knew she was dismissed and bowed. “As you wish, Lucifer.”
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