Revolution

Chapter Two:

"Are you read to pay for your crimes?" Sayre purred as she shoved the Traitor against the wall. He whmpered in fear and Niharos laughed, a low evil sound that had all but Sayre quivering in fear. All watched as Sayre ran her hand down the Traitor's chest, tearing his shirt open. Her nails opened rivelets in his skin, allowing blood to run freely down his chest. The Traitor whimpered, eyes wide with fear as Sayre looked him deep in his eyes, her own flashing violet again as she delved into his mind, tearing it to shreds without remorse.

Dominic cowered before the Traitor, eyes wide with fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. The Traitor laughed cruelly before he pulled the trigger, the bullet flying through the air and into Dominic's skull.

"So that's what you did," growled Sayre before tossing the body away. Niharos whimpered at the loss of a chance to play as Sayre turned to her Healer. "He shot Dominic in the head before Turning him. Wouldn't that cause problems?"

"The body needs to heal," said the Healer understanding dawning. "Lord Dominic has not awoken because his body is healing his brain! As soon as he is fully healed, Lord Dominic will rise and join us of the Night."

"Good," said Sayre as she ignored the broken Traitor. "Maren, give the Traitor to Venui, he's been asking for a toy."

One of the guards nodded and picked up the Traitor before walking away. Sayre turned to the four petitioners, who all took a step back behind Niharos, who only shook her head in bemusement. This honestly did not surprise her at all. Most people, human or supernatural, who came before the Sayre were always scared of her at first. She snorted to herself. They also had the very bad luck of appearing before her when she had just killed someone for breaking one of the Laws or Accords.

"Milady, we need to talk," said Niharos, remembering the Handlers. The Accords clearly stated that the Portal Handlers could not deny anyone entrance to a portal, or deny them the right to see the Sayre. Only a Sayre's guards could deny anyone that right.

"It's Sayre," sighed Sayre as she eyed Niharos. "Don't make me tell you again."

"The Handler of the North Hanley Station is denying petitioners," said Niharos calmly. She's not afraid of retaliation. Sayre won't hold stupidity against her.

"Again?" sighed Sayre as she collapsed in her chair, her tiger leaning against her legs. "Didn't we warn him last time he pulled a stunt like this?"

"Yes, and he's not listening again apparently," said Niharos crossing her arms over her chest. She wanted to maim something or someone after the case she had to go through tonight to get the Traitor.

"Go, have fun," sighed Sayre. "I'll get in touch with Darryl or Ethan to get another Handler." She frowned. "And stop killing off my Handlers after this one. I'm losing more than can be replaced."

"They're denying their loyalty to you," said Niharos. "We cannot have that here. You are the sole ruler of North and South America at this point. Darryl and Ethan took over Africa, Asia, Europe, and Australia. Until the rest of the Sayres are found, and even then, we will always need the Sayres more than we will need the Handlers." She left the room, leaving Sayre to contemplate her words. Laughing quietly to herself as she stepped out of the room, she walked back to where the food court was and eyed the Handler here warily. She's never seen this Handler.

"Welcome Tsugua Niharos," spoke a guard warmly.

"Who's he?" asked Niharos gesturning to the Handler. He's about six nine with knee-length silver-white hair and shockingly violet eyes. His skin is pure moonlight white and he's clad in typical Elven clothes of homespun mithril, a mineral only found in the supernatural realm now occupied solely by Elves, Dragons, and Unicorns.

"An exiled Elf," said the guard. "Lady Sayre decided that he would become her personal Handler. He keeps the portal here safe from any undue influences. We have yet to see him falter in his duties."

"Exiled? Why?" asked Niharos confused. Elves were never exiled, it would be too easy for one to become captured should this happen. Away from the magic cores of their lineage, Elves would falter, age, become decrepit yet never dying. It was the ultimate punishment...everliving and yet everaging. For the Elves consider beauty before all else. "And how come he hasn't aged yet? How old is he?"

"He is nearly 5,000 my lady...and he hasn't aged because of a magic spring located beneath the complex," said the guard. Niharos blinked. This Elf got very lucky indeed. "He won't age as long as he is connected to the spring. Lady Sayre has forbidden anyone from even thinking of alerting the Elves to this. They would sever the connection and make sure he would never create another."

"Understandable," said Niharos before approaching the Handler. "I am Niharos, Lady Sayre's personal Tsugua. You are?"

"Zavrih," stated the Elf coolly. He's gotten mixed reactions to his presence, most of them hostile. None but the Lady dare approach him and she is too busy to explain to him Revenant culture. All he knew is that the vampires went by Revenant.

"I'll make you a deal," said Niharos. "You help me find another Handler for the North Hanley Portal...and I will teach you all I know of Revenant culture."

"Why make such an offer?" asked Zavrih confused and angry. He wasn't going to allow himself to be caught up in a trap.

"Because I need to find another Handler for the one I'm about to kill, and you will need a course of Revenant etiquette before you get us all killed at the next Councils meeting," said Niharos. "Yes or no?"

"I will accept," said Zavrih warily. "On one condition."

"What condition?" asked Niharos. "If it's in my power, I will grant it."

"You and no one else will harm me or alert the Elves to my presence here," said Zavrih.

"Sayre already demanded those terms," said Niharos with a grin. She burst out laughing at Zavrih's expression, knowing he would immediately know she wasn't laughing to be cruel. All Elves were empathic to a degree.

"What is a Tsugua?" asked Zavrih remembering her introduction.

"Hmm...in simple terms? Tsugua stands for the Revenant Accords Enforcement," started Niharos. "We are vampires, werewolves, whatnot who protect everyone who follows the Accords or the Laws, making sure no one is falsely accused. We answer only to the Lirpas or the Sayres. We are uncorruptable, and it is impossible to join unless you have been given a commendation by either a Lirpa or a Sayre."

"Lirpa?" asked Zavrih, one eye always on the portal. He knew something was coming, he could feel it. A malevolent force that he just knew would have repercussions amongst all, supernatural and natural kind. Niharos, seeing his attention more on the portal than on her, whirled around, bringing out her daggers with barely a flash of light bouncing off them. She stood in her attack position, automatically causing the guards to go into attack positions themselves. Now that she was focusing on the portal, she could sense the malevolence leaking from it.

"Is anyone in there or on their way?" asked Niharos to Zavrih, eyes on the portal. Black fog is starting to leak and they have to stop it now before it get anywhere else in the complex. They've got humans living where a leather store used to be on the opposite end of the complex and they were promised protection and safety and by Sayre, Tseug, and Trossa, they were going to get it.

"No, there is no one scheduled for portal use," said Zavrih.

"Shut it down," said Niharos, the black fog rising upwards, circling around their feet. Guards began screaming and before Niharos could turn to help fight their attackers, she felt herself falling into darkness tainted with evil. She slammed into the ground and as she jerked to move she gasped as she saw her father, her long dead father, standing over her with a cane, his eyes crazed. She shrieked as he slammed the cane into her stomach, pain exploding throughout her nerves. Hunching over, she whimpered as the cane slammed into her back, crying out as she felt bone splinter inside her. With one look, her father regressed her back to a five year old afraid to retaliate, afraid of what would happen if she dared tell her father to stop.

"Worthless whore!" grunted her father, the stink of alcohol rising from him. "Just like your guttertrash of a mother, unable to do a simple fucking task!"

"Revenge is sweet isn't it?" purred a male's voice, one Niharos did not for the life of her recognize but it stopped the beating. Whimpering, she looked up and looked into the most depthless, beautiful gray eyes she had ever seen. A young boy stood before her, hand held out, surrounded by the tainted darkness. "Come with me," said the boy, the same voice falling from his lips. "I will keep you safe from those who would harm you."

"W-W-Who are you?" asked Niharos with a stammer, eyes darting to her father who only sneered and raised the cane again.

"I am who I am," said the child calmly, red flashing in the very depths of his eyes. Niharos frowned, that redness seemed to radiate malice, rage, evil. "Come with me my dear, I will keep you safe and all I want in return is your loyalty."

"I-I-I can't," said Niharos. Something inside her shrieked in outrage at even thinking of giving her loyalty to one such as he. Something soul deep, radiating pure violet cleansing light, rose up inside her and exploded, sending the boy and her father flying backwards. Niharos blinked in awe, before snarling as her memories returned. The violet light receded but it had done it's job. It awakened Niharos's mind from the malevolence in the room.

"That is impossible," snarled the boy as he stood, glaring at Niharos. "No one has yet to defeat me! I am Malice. All is mine!"

"And I am Niharos," growled Niharos stalking forward. "Know what it means little boy?"

"Little?" scoffed the boy before bursting out into laughter, evil laughter she could tell was tainted. She wanted out of the illusion. "I'll show you little bastard whore of a Revenant." Within an eyeblink the boy changed, grew, revealed his true self. He radiated malice and hatred, cruelty and despair. She shrunk back away, knowing instinctively she could not win against him alone. "I am Malice, and this world is mine. Warn your leaders little whore. They have seven days to surrender or I will level this world and all that resides within it!" He disappeared and Niharos blinked, finding herself back in the complex. Zavrih is out cold still, as if half of the guards. Watching, Niharos gaped in awe as violet light surrounded each guard and bare seconds later, they awoke out of Malice's grip. Finally the light surrounded Zavrih and when it disappeared, Zavrih awoke, looking startled at first before anger settled.

"He dared to threaten Sayre," snarled Zavrih as Niharos's questioning look. She grinned ferally, understanding perfectly. She just knew she would have a chance for revenge and when that chance came, she would share with Zavrih and knew they would both gleefully bathe in Malice's blood.

~TBC~

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