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Escorts and Darkened corridors

I walk down the corridor in black, boots, pants, poet shirt.  My hair pulled back.. .. I wear this well ... Piercing blue eyes.. Look like blue flames, daring anyone to stare to long.

I have my typical escorts, one on each side.  they are  "trusted" not by me but I am suppose to act as if they are in my inner circle.  They are cunning brutes fit for one purpose.  Like hunting dogs on a leash.. I allow them some quarry and to feel as if they are exalted.. There are more where they come from.  Like hungry dogs I know they would turn on me.. They are more wild then kept.

I have purpose in this trek through torch lit archways.. For walking on cobblestone floors, I barely make any sound of footfalls.. The beauty of conversion.. Masking sound..bending light.. I honestly don't care who hears me.. Let them come and see.. I have served, I have conquered.. Now I have a message for her.

This is why I have escorts.. My will was suppose to be bent, I was suppose to admire fall in line.  She mistook me.. or maybe not.. I can not always tell with her.  I can tell the frustration flash before her when I don't fully buy into the ruse.. We all need our truth sayers .. Even she .. mistress.. oh yes even she..

I am ample at my ability to stay alive.  More of a spi and covert in my actions.  I ensure ascension.  I help keep our "peace."   I am a bringer of death if necessary, Fear always.. not necessarily in what I do but just who I am and also in whom I represent.

I can't say I enjoy the kill .. it is more boring for me.  Part of the job description.  I enjoy their bowed heads.  I enjoy the fact that in a blink of an eye .. I can be holding your severed head and you know it.  I don't have to enjoy the end product.. Just my aptitude.

Even now in this darkness, my walk down the corridor. there is only one I protect.. innocence.  I block this feeling. For any pull like this will be dealt with  by cutting the connection.  Loyalty to the mistress.. The elf flashes before my eyes.. For a second I feel as before.. warmth.. I shake it from me I am close.. I can not have this muddling things.. Close my eyes.. I open the Oak doors..

I know I should feel cold.. I remember what the difference of having warm flesh verse this.. what ever this is .. It is not cold.. it just is.. Earthy, stone.. A fire flickers in the fireplace.. torches on the wall .. Why we can see perfectly well in the dark. We do not freeze..   Do we still try to fool ourselves with connections to the other life..   I smirk at the mirage .. The best magic is that which deceives without even needing to be cast..



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