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Fuck you, boy."
The Nobleman's gaze froze in horror as reality crashed down upon him. Theodore was never truly a Noble, never "Theodore." He was a Lola, that woman's son from years past. Everyone believed he was dead—Viktor claimed it so. Yet, there he stood, exposing their collective foolishness, a charade that endured for years. Had Viktor deceived them all? Or was he, too, ignorant of the truth?
"W-What the hell do you-"
"
Shut up," the young man standing before him hissed.
Damien Lola confronted the Noble, his eyes resembling ice, cold and unwavering as he glared at his prey. A surge of concentrated anger emanated from his gaze as he advanced, taking one step closer to the Nobleman. In response, the Nobleman retreated, matching each step until the man found himself cornered against the wall, sheer terror etched across his face.
"Dirty scum like you need to be cleaned," Lola scowled as he continued his slow pace toward the man. "Isn't that what you use to say to her?"
"Don't t-take another step closer. I will screa-"
The Nobleman's attempt to speak was abruptly cut short as Lola lunged at him, delivering a punch that connected directly with the Noble's nose.
Thud!The Nobleman's head collided with the wall, and he slumped to the ground with a whimper. Lola, now kneeling to meet him at eye level, asserted, "No one would hear you even if you did. There's a party downstairs, and the door is locked. No one would even think of coming to this section of the estate. It's just you and me now."
Finally. Justice. He had waited so long for this moment.
He extended his palm, focusing on his elemental mastery of water. In a matter of moments, a block of water materialized, and the young man directed it precisely around the Nobleman's head.
The Nobleman's eyes widened in desperation as he struggled to breathe. Lola prevented any escape attempts, holding him down. With flailing arms and kicking legs, the Nobleman fought for air, steadily losing oxygen. A plea lingered in his eyes, but Lola felt no sympathy as he watched those eyes until the light extinguished.
"I did it," he said under a breath as he got back up to his feet. Gods. That felt good.
Lola regretted landing that punch, but he couldn't resist the satisfaction it brought. He refrained from moving the body for now, uncertain if he even wanted to. The revelation of this unfortunate soul's corpse might serve as a sufficient distraction for him to pursue his next target. Concealing the slight bruising on his knuckles became his immediate concern.
He pulled out his black book of names, flipping through the pages.
Missendria Rakkel. He knew she was not involved in the original incident, but reports informed him that she may be aiding those who he was after. He would crush anyone that got in his way.
Returning to the door, he took a moment to ensure the coast was clear. Satisfied, he unlocked the door, stepped into the hallway, and seamlessly rejoined the festivities downstairs.
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"Theodore" wore a beaming smile, his eyes alight with energy, as he navigated through the lively crowd of the Nobleman's party. He exchanged pleasantries with handshakes, nods, and grins, seamlessly returning to the company he had been keeping before his brief detour.
"Ah, Theodore! There you are!" one of the men called out as he approached.
"Yes, I apologize, I had to excuse myself for a bit," he said cheerfully. "All of these spirits were starting to get to me!"
"Theodore," a woman in the group cut in with a chuckle. "You never finished your story. You were telling us about the time you had stolen those Dragon eggs?"
"Ah right!" he chimed in, though the tale was nothing more than another fabrication. The strain of concocting these stories was taking its toll, but the disguise was proving worthwhile. Do Dragons even lay eggs? Surely they do.
The party persisted for another hour or so, until a sudden disruption shattered the festivities.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!'The piercing scream echoed through the halls, sending shivers down the spines of those who heard it. In response, a woman bolted into the open at the top of the staircase, panic and fear etched across her face.
Someone had found the body.