"James, I'm going out!" Yelled Mason as he ran down the staircase in a tux. "You want me to bring you anything? A couple bags of treats? A whore?" I rolled my eyes and kept my focus on the T.V.
"No Mason, I'm fine--whoa." As I turned to look at my younger brother I noticed that he was wearing a tux and bow tie. "Why so fancy? Your hair looks like it's made of plastic." I laughed as he touched his gelled hair.
"I'm going to dad's celebration party." A confused expression overtook my amused one as I thought about my father having a party.
"Dad is having a party?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What's the party for? I thought dad hated parties."
"I don't know, something to do with finding a gem in the rocks or something, a new power source? I'm not exactly sure." I shrugged and turned back to the T.V. "But he said it would attract more of the spies from the Winter or Legendary Clan." I scoffed.
"Like we need any more Immortals or Frosts in this place. It makes me sick." Mason had left and I was getting too bored with the T.V. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees, pinching the bridge of my nose. I needed to burn off some steam.
My body was hot and covered with sweat as I continued to train on my own. I was blindfolded and the dojo was completely silent. I had ordered some of the butlers to occasionally throw some pebbles at me. Strength was not the only thing a true warrior needed, patience was one of the biggest key factors in becoming one with the Eden. My palms were sweaty and wrapped with bondage cloth.
I stood in my position and listened. A small echo sounded in my right ear and I moved my right hand, blocking a pebble. It fell on the floor and I continued to block multiple pebbles. A hand had suddenly rested on my shoulder and I immediately flung him over. But to my surprise they had landed on their feet and twisted my arm behind my back. A loud smack echoed in the dojo as a foot kicked my back and flung me into one of the wooden walls.
I groaned and removed my blindfold, climbing out from under the splintered wood. My eyes settled on a tall figured dressed in a black cloak and I immediately realized my mistake. I mentally slapped myself in the forehead and stood up.
"Sorry, father," I bowed and stayed that way until he relieved me. I stood up and walked over to get a towel.
"Is there a reason why you have come to interrupt my training?" I asked as I patted the sweat off of my body. "I hate to be rude but this better be something real important."
"Your brother called," I scoffed with humor.
"With all due respect, father, I don't care what Mason does, okay? I need to focus on becoming stronger."
"He's bringing someone home with him." I let out a disappointed sigh as I kept my back facing him.
"Is it another one of his party whores?"
"He said he thinks he has a spy." I stopped drying myself off and turned to face my father.
"What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes.
"It means that he's going on vacation without us, or maybe it is just another whore. Wait, I know! It means that we have won this war!" I raised a brow in confusion as his words dripped with sarcasm. "No you idiot! It means that they've sent another spy you dumb ass. Get your clothes on, I'm bringing you along with me." I nodded and threw my towel around my neck. My father rolled his neck, cracking it once or twice in the process.
"This slut better be a good one, at least better than the others we've had to keep in the dungeons. The others just ratted out information in order to live, and it wasn't even the correct information. I need a challenge, I need to see suffering, I need to break someone."
The towel wrapped around my hips hung low as I walked across my room to get dressed. When my father mentioned a spy, he would always get irritated. When he mentioned that he wanted to see suffering, he meant that he wanted me to make this new spy suffer. I was always the one who took care of the spies. My good looks and charms would always swoon them into telling me what I wanted to hear, not to mention the fact that my power could bring pain and suffering.
A knock sounded at my bedroom door and I quickly slipped on my clothes before jogging over to the door. As I opened it one of the maids bowed.
"Your father has requested you in the throne room. Please hurry, sir, he said it's urgent." I nodded and almost closed the door before opening it again.
I grabbed my black leather jacket and headed over to the throne room, occasionally walking past generals, maids, and butlers. As I approached the throne room the huge metal doors opened, allowing me to enter. My heart raced and I kept my eyes focused on my father as I continued to walk towards him. A million questions rang through my mind as I walked.
What was this spy going to look like? Is she like the others? Desperate and Annoying? Or is she strong and attractive? Either way I was going to see this girl and destroy her, one way or another. I bowed on one knee in front of the staircase leading up to my father's throne chair.
"It is time, my son, to create torture and pain." I looked up and nodded. I was ready.