The Assassin's Missions {Magrej//Kazimir}

[AmberEyedWolf]

{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released

Kazimir rode through the gates of the castle upon his new companion, Demon Inferni. The pitch-black stallion seemed uncomfortable within the castle walls, but his rider placed a calming hand upon his neck. As the pair passed, the guards turned to stare at the slim young man riding bareback upon a barely-tamed stallion. As if in response to the looks, Demon Inferni reared up with a loud cry. Kazimir leaned forward to keep his seat, and whispered softly into the horse's ear. It didn't take long for the stallion to settle down and move forward as if nothing had happened, which made the guards stare even more.

"If you want to live to see the sun set tonight, I suggest you get back to your duties. Immediately." The guards scrambled back to their positions, looking like kids caught doing something they weren't supposed to. A dark grin spread across the assassin's face as he and his horse continued on their way. The power he had in Murate was different from the king's power. Where the king gained his power through threats and armies, Kazimir gained power through his killings and reputation. Where Magrej was a man of words, Kazimir was a man of action.

Stopping at the stables, Kazimir dismounted. Leadig the horse into a large stall, he shouted for a stable hand. "This is my Demon Inferni. Treat him well. Be careful with him, though. He lives up to his name." He left the boy looking confused, and the sight brought a small smile to his lips. The boy had no idea what a "hell demon" Demon Inferni was.

The assassin moved swiftly through the castle, headin toward the Great Hall where Magrej was most likely to be. The king usually sat on his throne all day long, so it was a good place to start. Two guards stopped him at the entrance, demanding to know who he was. "I am Kazimir, one of Magrej's personal assassins." The guards seemed shocked at his casual use of the king's name, but he didn't care. Kazimir served Magrej, but deep inside, he truly served no one.

He walked toward the throne, his black coat swirling about his calves. When he reached the king, he bowed deeply. "King Magrej. The deed is done. The butcher Harley has been eliminated." He paused, pulling the pouch of gold coins from his pocket. Tossing the closed bag at the king's feet, he continued, "And his debts have been paid off." His red eyes stared at the king's mask, a slight curiosity to know what lay beneath sparking inside. He waited to hear if Magrej had any other orders for him.

{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released

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Magrej...

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Magrej's long pale hand fell down as one of his personal assassins came threw the door. Looking to the bag of coins that landed near his boots, he motioned for a female to pick it up and hand it to him. When taking it into his grip, he felt the weight of it before looking inside. Laughing lightly, he threw the sack back at him, "For you troubles." Magrej winked at the assassin before resting his facet on his fist, shifting his weight in the throne. "Very good, was he an easy target or did he give some, hassle?" The king asked, knowing that no one was a match for his Kazimir, he was one of the best they had.

The majesty's eyes glanced around the room before settling on his favorite stained-glass window, "As I have no patience-" The masculine began, now standing on to his feet before walking around the room, stretching his long legs. "And the village of Ellsinora just finishing with that dreadful festival of theirs, I think its time." With that being said he grinned lightly, now stopped at the same window he had been looking out. "I want him dead, I want it fast, and done efficiently." Magrej ordered, then started again as he turned to look at the male with his mask staring at his face, "I am picking you. You are one of the best, and I know the job will get done." The king's voice was slightly muffled from the plate that laid on his face, but you could still hear everything he said.

Magrej kept his black eyes on the assassins face for a moment before picking up his pace again, "I don't care how you do it or how long, all I want is his body at my feet, in this room, alive or dead." Making his way back to his throne, the elegant male took his place in the chair once more, "As always, you will be rewarded when you deed is done."

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[AmberEyedWolf]

{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released

Kazimir caught the pouch easily. He smiled slightly at Magrej's words. "It was a simple kill, fairly clean in the execution. The body, however.. That was a bit messy. The villagers shall have no thoughts that we were involved in the butcher's death. The filthy beast proclaimed his devotion to you before throwing himself off the tallest building in the city." He watched as the dark king rose from his throne a walked over to a window. In silence, Kazimir pocketed the money while listening to the king's words.

"I can kill him, that will be easy enough. But, if you'll allow me to take some time with it, I can kill the king and tear the family apart. I can also make them all believe the rebel leader, Black Star, killed him." He paused, thinking a moment before continuing. "The princesses. Through them, I can get closer to the king. But which one?" His voice trailed off, thinking again. The first princess, no, she was too busy being next-in-line to worry about relationships. The third was naïve, but no, she was too young. The second, however.. Yes, the second princess would do. He turned his red eyes to look upon his king.

"Abigail, the second princess. If I can get close enough to her, perhaps make her believe we have a future together, I am certain to have access to the king. It will take time, though. How much time, I am not sure. I will need to make her trust me, make her family trust me." Already the assassin had a plan forming in his mind. Get close to Abigail, make her believe in a connection that doesn't exist, get the king alone to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage, and slip a blade into the old man's heart, and slip out unnoticed. Walk into the room a little later, find the king's dead body, and claim to see the rebel leader escaping through the window.

"Give me time, and I'll have that sorry excuse of a king dead on your floor." Looking Magrej in the eyes, he continued. "I shall not let you down, Rex Malus." Kazimir bowed deeply, waiting to hear what the "evil king" would say.

{Kazimir}
Hell's gates have opened, the demons released

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Magrej...

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The tall, leggy, masculine leaned enough in his seat that his elbow was resting on the arm of the chair; Magrej's face still resting on his fist. Listening to the assassin speak of plans of killing the worthless King, one of the few things standing in his way of total control, a rare smile begin to dance across his ghostly face. Nodding, he let the male finished before giving his stamp of approval. "Along with your outstanding skills, you have intelligence as well..." Magrej spoke, "That is why you are one of my essential assassins, Kazimir." Letting his black, sinister eyes settle on the assassin, he began to speak again. "Your plan is genius, I am growing rather fond of it." The majesty broke into an laugh, piercing all by-standers ears, "Not only will you be killing that pitiful king, you will also tearing family apart and giving false hope to a poor girl." The King of Murate looked away from him now and down to his finger now to scrape a meaningless object off of it, "I love it." He stated, in a lower tone that was just bare audible. "Take as much time as need, Kazimir. But, keep me updated on everything. If something is about to go wrong, contact me immediately." Magrej commanded, then motioned for his wine. Taking a long sip he handed the metal chalice back to the ugly female servant.

"Anything, Kazimir, if anything" The king repeated. "Happens that is not in your plan, you will tell me of it right away." The tyrant brought his eyes back to the assassins, "This task is of to much importance for something to go wrong. And if something does not go accordingly, I can always beckon my other trustworthy assassins to help aid you on your mission." The masculine told him as he adjusted the mask slightly, "It needs to be done smoothly."

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