Post by SinclairGodfrey on Aug 30, 2023 19:37:37 GMT -5
‘I have had enough of this nonsense, Sinclair!’ snarled the man as his minions nodded behind him, he glared around from behind his mask which was a skull with large metal plate across the mouth. The masks of his minions were equally morbid, and they wore a large amount of white for Servants of the Void. He was big, with broad shoulders and huge arms covered in muscle and garish ink. He jabbed a finger at her, and growled. ‘Armand takes too much from his, and he let’s his minions run amok! They respect nothing!’
A few of the others nodded in agreement, one particularly fat man wearing a fur coat with tattoos nodded. He flashed a mouthful of metal teeth, chewing on a cigar as he nodded quickly. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and she absently turned the worn white chess piece between her fingers. The chain looped around her fingers, and then the man in the mask stepped closer.
Mormo stepped forward, glaring at the man despite the tape wrapped around his upper arm and shoulder. He growled from behind his own black mask, and the man’s henchmen tensed up as Mormo glanced at them. Moloch stepped before his brother, and he slammed a fist into his palm.
Every champion of Donzig-gun had members of the ODS at their backs. But Sinclair alone knew the truth, they were Donzig’s eyes. All of them. The Death Squads would turn on the men they protected with a single word from the Scourge. Not even Armand suspected that.
Sinclair lifted a hand, and looked up with a tilt of her pretty head.
‘I don’t care what Armand does. I said we wait.’
The men grumbled, and the man in the fur coat flung aside his cigar as he grabbed for her arm. Sinclair didn’t hesitate, and her own arm grabbed his wrist as she jerked it backwards before her foot snapped upwards and back as she spun. Blood spattered, and the fat man staggered back before Sinclair sighed.
Her foot lashed out nearly taking off his head, and he dropped to the cement as Sinclair turned to the other. A hand lifted, and the Oblivion Death Squad parted before her as she wiped a hand across her mouth.
‘I said we wait. I do not stutter do I?’
No fear, no weakness, they were wolves. Donzig had taught her that. The Scourge was what kept these monsters at bay, he kept them in check. She was his creature. She would do he would, and to defy the Great Dark was to know his wrath.
Her voice rose.
‘Armand even now sows the seeds of his own destruction! Even now our enemies tremble! We are inevitable! We are the Chosen of the Void! The Reapers of Fate! Spike Kane? I will bring him to heel myself! I will see him in Yokohama, Japan! And I will show all of them from JROK to WUK that we will not be denied from what is ours! And I will show those–’ Sinclair’s pretty mouth twisted, and she tried to find a word. ‘--trollops from SKY Force what price they will pay for their part in our sorrows! I will hand defeat, and pain to anyone who gets in my way, in OUR way!’
The men all nodded, and Sinclair stepped forward again as her coat swirled around her. And a hand lifted to drive a finger into the man’s broad chest as she leaned upwards, eyes narrowed as she glared into his eyes.
‘And you will wait, or I will know why you dared to ignore my orders!’
The man snarled, and he leaned closer himself.
‘You think to order me?’
Sinclair smiled, a terrible smile that didn’t touch her eyes.
‘Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.’
The eyes behind the mask blinked.
‘What?’
‘Machiavelli. A warlord of Donzig-gun should know such things.’
The pair stared at each other, and he tilted his head before Sinclair leaned upwards to whisper in his ear. The man stepped back, staring at her before he slammed a hand to his chest before kneeling before her. His men blinked in surprise, and followed suit as Sinclair stared at them.
‘It shall be as you command, Baroness.’
The Baroness tossed her head, and shook her hair back before she turned to go. Mormo and Moloch fell into step behind her, walking down the blackened streets. Her hand slid back into her coat to pull out the chess piece. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she shook her head at Moloch.
‘No, leave them. They are easy to predict, and therefore easy to control. Tell Esmeralda to proceed with her plans to remove Victoria. We will deal with Armand ourselves if he fails to deal with Hunter. Remind the Empty Hand of the plan.’
Moloch nodded, and Mormo grunted as Sinclair sniffed.
‘Spike? Carbrey and I will deal with him in Yokohama, and what is left belongs to Moloch. He will learn that he will not treat the Children of the Fall as he treats the rabble of the XHF! And I have not forgotten what part he played in the defeat of my belo–’
Sinclair paused, eyes widening before she stalked off.
A few of the others nodded in agreement, one particularly fat man wearing a fur coat with tattoos nodded. He flashed a mouthful of metal teeth, chewing on a cigar as he nodded quickly. Sinclair rolled her eyes, and she absently turned the worn white chess piece between her fingers. The chain looped around her fingers, and then the man in the mask stepped closer.
Mormo stepped forward, glaring at the man despite the tape wrapped around his upper arm and shoulder. He growled from behind his own black mask, and the man’s henchmen tensed up as Mormo glanced at them. Moloch stepped before his brother, and he slammed a fist into his palm.
Every champion of Donzig-gun had members of the ODS at their backs. But Sinclair alone knew the truth, they were Donzig’s eyes. All of them. The Death Squads would turn on the men they protected with a single word from the Scourge. Not even Armand suspected that.
Sinclair lifted a hand, and looked up with a tilt of her pretty head.
‘I don’t care what Armand does. I said we wait.’
The men grumbled, and the man in the fur coat flung aside his cigar as he grabbed for her arm. Sinclair didn’t hesitate, and her own arm grabbed his wrist as she jerked it backwards before her foot snapped upwards and back as she spun. Blood spattered, and the fat man staggered back before Sinclair sighed.
Her foot lashed out nearly taking off his head, and he dropped to the cement as Sinclair turned to the other. A hand lifted, and the Oblivion Death Squad parted before her as she wiped a hand across her mouth.
‘I said we wait. I do not stutter do I?’
No fear, no weakness, they were wolves. Donzig had taught her that. The Scourge was what kept these monsters at bay, he kept them in check. She was his creature. She would do he would, and to defy the Great Dark was to know his wrath.
Her voice rose.
‘Armand even now sows the seeds of his own destruction! Even now our enemies tremble! We are inevitable! We are the Chosen of the Void! The Reapers of Fate! Spike Kane? I will bring him to heel myself! I will see him in Yokohama, Japan! And I will show all of them from JROK to WUK that we will not be denied from what is ours! And I will show those–’ Sinclair’s pretty mouth twisted, and she tried to find a word. ‘--trollops from SKY Force what price they will pay for their part in our sorrows! I will hand defeat, and pain to anyone who gets in my way, in OUR way!’
The men all nodded, and Sinclair stepped forward again as her coat swirled around her. And a hand lifted to drive a finger into the man’s broad chest as she leaned upwards, eyes narrowed as she glared into his eyes.
‘And you will wait, or I will know why you dared to ignore my orders!’
The man snarled, and he leaned closer himself.
‘You think to order me?’
Sinclair smiled, a terrible smile that didn’t touch her eyes.
‘Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.’
The eyes behind the mask blinked.
‘What?’
‘Machiavelli. A warlord of Donzig-gun should know such things.’
The pair stared at each other, and he tilted his head before Sinclair leaned upwards to whisper in his ear. The man stepped back, staring at her before he slammed a hand to his chest before kneeling before her. His men blinked in surprise, and followed suit as Sinclair stared at them.
‘It shall be as you command, Baroness.’
The Baroness tossed her head, and shook her hair back before she turned to go. Mormo and Moloch fell into step behind her, walking down the blackened streets. Her hand slid back into her coat to pull out the chess piece. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she shook her head at Moloch.
‘No, leave them. They are easy to predict, and therefore easy to control. Tell Esmeralda to proceed with her plans to remove Victoria. We will deal with Armand ourselves if he fails to deal with Hunter. Remind the Empty Hand of the plan.’
Moloch nodded, and Mormo grunted as Sinclair sniffed.
‘Spike? Carbrey and I will deal with him in Yokohama, and what is left belongs to Moloch. He will learn that he will not treat the Children of the Fall as he treats the rabble of the XHF! And I have not forgotten what part he played in the defeat of my belo–’
Sinclair paused, eyes widening before she stalked off.
