3 years ago -
Yssen was on he knees, staring at the two small charred corpses through his mask as the manse burned around him. His gut ached as he sat there, silent and motionless. Ysa looked just behind him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. All seven had been contracted to unleash vengeance on this place, to wash it away in a tide of blood. They had been well paid for it. The collateral damage was minimal, all things considered, but Yssen could not move himself from the spot of these two pieces of collateral damage. His two pieces of collateral damage, a young girl and a young boy. These two corpses were his fault. He just kept staring, listening to the sounds of the fire burning around him.
"Pull it together, brother." Ysa leaned in and whispered to him. "The Master is headed this way."
"It… It should not be this way," Yssen muttered, moving his hand to hold on to Ysa's. "They were just begging the manse for food… I…
The boots of a large, black clad Duskwight broke in over the rhythmic crackling sounds of the fire around them. The figure paused to stroke his beard, standing tall, and taking in the scene around him. After a few moments the air was filled with the sound of metal on metal as the black clad Duskwight clapped his hands.
"This is excellent work. I would expect no less." His voice boomed out even over his applause. "None will retaliate against our client, not after seeing this. Not after knowing that a fraction of Hell such as this can be brought down upon his enemies. The client will be most pleased. You have wrought great works here, Yssen Van. I am proud of you."
The words pierced Yssen's gut, removing the ache and replacing it with a sharp, cold pain. "I…" Yssen began.
"I can see that you are troubled, you should not be." The Master's voice boomed out again. "You have done no more than unfolded the world as it should. Coin was paid for retribution, and retribution seen to. A wave of violence and fire washed over this place, those placed here were meant to be here. To serve as part of the final service rendered for coin that was paid. You have executed all, according to Nald'thal's will."
"Master, these two were… children. Street urchins come to only to beg or steal food, so they could survive. They had no part in this." Yssen said, continuing to stare unblinking at what he had done.
"They were nothing. They are nothing. They will be nothing," the Master replied coldly. "They sinned. They did not have the coin to see to their own survival, so they are dead. They did not have the wealth to see to their souls, so they will remain here. They will wander as shades, never to see paradise. Such is the will of the Traders."
The Master placed his mailed hand on Yssen's shoulder. "These thoughts do not become you. They are not the thoughts of who and what you are. Do not ever forget who and what you are. You are the Seventh Devil. Yssen Van, the Hellfire. You are not a man, you are not a dog, and you are beyond the monsters of this world. You are an instrument. Reflect on this, we shall speak more back in my chambers."
The Master's boots crunched through the remains as he walked past Ysa and Yssen, further into the ruin around them. Yssen clinched his fists and watched as the Duskwight's large form faded into the rising smoke and ash, slowly disappearing out of sight. After waiting a few moments, Yssen slowly rose to his feet, move over next to the two corpses, and removed his mask.
"Yssen…" Ysa said, worriedly staring at her brother.
"Help me, dear sister," he replied, starting to dig at the ground with his mask. "It is what I would have wanted someone to do for us…"
Ysa stood there for a while, watching as her brother dug into the ground. She finally removed her own mask, and walked up to where Yssen was digging. She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before helping her brother dig.
Yssen was on he knees, staring at the two small charred corpses through his mask as the manse burned around him. His gut ached as he sat there, silent and motionless. Ysa looked just behind him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. All seven had been contracted to unleash vengeance on this place, to wash it away in a tide of blood. They had been well paid for it. The collateral damage was minimal, all things considered, but Yssen could not move himself from the spot of these two pieces of collateral damage. His two pieces of collateral damage, a young girl and a young boy. These two corpses were his fault. He just kept staring, listening to the sounds of the fire burning around him.
"Pull it together, brother." Ysa leaned in and whispered to him. "The Master is headed this way."
"It… It should not be this way," Yssen muttered, moving his hand to hold on to Ysa's. "They were just begging the manse for food… I…
The boots of a large, black clad Duskwight broke in over the rhythmic crackling sounds of the fire around them. The figure paused to stroke his beard, standing tall, and taking in the scene around him. After a few moments the air was filled with the sound of metal on metal as the black clad Duskwight clapped his hands.
"This is excellent work. I would expect no less." His voice boomed out even over his applause. "None will retaliate against our client, not after seeing this. Not after knowing that a fraction of Hell such as this can be brought down upon his enemies. The client will be most pleased. You have wrought great works here, Yssen Van. I am proud of you."
The words pierced Yssen's gut, removing the ache and replacing it with a sharp, cold pain. "I…" Yssen began.
"I can see that you are troubled, you should not be." The Master's voice boomed out again. "You have done no more than unfolded the world as it should. Coin was paid for retribution, and retribution seen to. A wave of violence and fire washed over this place, those placed here were meant to be here. To serve as part of the final service rendered for coin that was paid. You have executed all, according to Nald'thal's will."
"Master, these two were… children. Street urchins come to only to beg or steal food, so they could survive. They had no part in this." Yssen said, continuing to stare unblinking at what he had done.
"They were nothing. They are nothing. They will be nothing," the Master replied coldly. "They sinned. They did not have the coin to see to their own survival, so they are dead. They did not have the wealth to see to their souls, so they will remain here. They will wander as shades, never to see paradise. Such is the will of the Traders."
The Master placed his mailed hand on Yssen's shoulder. "These thoughts do not become you. They are not the thoughts of who and what you are. Do not ever forget who and what you are. You are the Seventh Devil. Yssen Van, the Hellfire. You are not a man, you are not a dog, and you are beyond the monsters of this world. You are an instrument. Reflect on this, we shall speak more back in my chambers."
The Master's boots crunched through the remains as he walked past Ysa and Yssen, further into the ruin around them. Yssen clinched his fists and watched as the Duskwight's large form faded into the rising smoke and ash, slowly disappearing out of sight. After waiting a few moments, Yssen slowly rose to his feet, move over next to the two corpses, and removed his mask.
"Yssen…" Ysa said, worriedly staring at her brother.
"Help me, dear sister," he replied, starting to dig at the ground with his mask. "It is what I would have wanted someone to do for us…"
Ysa stood there for a while, watching as her brother dug into the ground. She finally removed her own mask, and walked up to where Yssen was digging. She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before helping her brother dig.
