Sequel

Still about three months until we find out how Rel is related to the program?

I just want Sidhe babies to be about because they're adorable and all that. *sighs*

I laughed at Nort in this. I did. I wrote it and went, that is really not like him. And then laughed. He either did it to prepare himself or was doing it and then got interrupted and was like "oh shit."

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“They are intelligent enough to plan,” the speaker, High Chair Visuit of Valease, paused for just the briefest of moments, a planned stop, to give the people time to contemplate what he was about to say, what he had said, but not enough time to actually decide what they wanted to believe, “and to carry out the murders of forty-eight high profile political people, then they are intelligent enough to be held responsible for their crimes.

“Our people are many peoples, but we are one race and we, as a race, we the people have very nearly conquered this world of ours, and this chair says that it is high time that we conquer the world. Bring it all under our command. Our species is that of legend, our species was chosen by the gods,” a pause, this time for a breath, the speaker turned to the other side of the room, “chosen by the gods to rule these lands, to be the dominant race of our world.

“This land, Valease, is declaring war on all who call themselves Sidhe. If they will not bow, then let them die.”

The press went mad. Hands raise, people hopped up and down as questions were shouted, as the room broke into a cacophony of a multitude of languages. The camera moved from Visuit and across the room, to the outrage on the faces of the common day folk who attended the Valeasan parliament to the press from a multitude of nations, listening to their translations. The dawning looks of those who heard the last few sentences was shock and then horror.

Valeasan press agents were standing calmly by, talking into cameras as Visuit stood in front of his chair, hands folded before him. Calm. This was a follower of Illuva, his hands were folded, fingers between fingers, the silent prayer for patience.

Rel sat forward in his seat and watched as the Valeasan consciously unfolded his hands and dropped them to his sides. Trying so hard?

Which likely meant that Visuit was brought up a follower of Illuva but had to hide it from the rest of his world. Only a banished Illuen would hide who they followed, especially in Valease, where Illuva was practically the one and only god.

Visuit turned and stepped down from the dais that his chair sat upon and left through a set of doors.

The news station flicked back to a startled looking Ell, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. The woman caught herself a moment later and cleared her throat, looking down at the desk for a moment before looking back up and past the camera. What was known as a micro expression. A small acknowledgement.

“Straight from the horse’s mouth, it would seem,” Ell murmured to the camera, “Visuit, Valeasan’s newly elected high chair says that the Sidhe should be held accountable for their crimes and has thusly declared war upon a species for the sake of. Holding an entire species accountable for the actions of what may, or may not be, a few Sidhe. No evidence shows that this is most definitely the act of Sidhe and if it is a crime between races, then why no trial? Is one not innocent until proven guilty in all of our world’s countries? Why is it that the Sidhe sudden are not privy to the rules? How will Visuit justify this, considering the obvious outrage coming from the press that was present.

“So far our military has not contacted the journalism networks with comment, although this was just announced, as is usual for militaries, surely they knew about this announcement long before it was-” Ell stopped talking, mouth hanging open as Nort slid into the empty seat beside her, “Nort. My goodness, seems we are seeing more and more of you.”

She tried to smile and Nort gave her a quick, cold upturn of the lips that said that had it been any other time, he might have found that funny.

“They’ve declared war on a species,” Nort said to Ell, “We have declared, so to speak, war on a species of pest, but only in one area, in an area where they have attempted to destroy the flora or fauna of a specific nook.”

“Niche?”

“Right. Biology, not by best subject,” Nort muttered.

Which had Rel wondering what the hell Nort’s best subject was.

“But to declare war on a sentient race of people who have less technology than we do. This is not a war, it is a massacre. A blood bath and the Sidhe are the lambs that will be slaughtered. Our own people have declared that we should save the Sidhe race and yet the Valeasans, who claim to wish to work with us on all matters, to unite this continent, have gone against us in a huge way.”

Was Nort drunk? Or just so ill prepared that he was stumbling over… Rel squinted and saw the bit of red around the man’s eyes. Completely. Fucking. Sodded.

Nort on the news cast, drunk as a skunk.

“Boyo!”

Rel tried not to curse and stood, turning towards the guard.

“God chosen or not-” Nort went on behind him.

Rel sighed and moved towards the guard, “Yes?”

“Lawyer visit. What, he not going to fuck you this time?”

“Didn’t like it the first time,” Rel shrugged and stepped out of the activity room.

The guard grunted and closed the door, leading the way down the hall and to the visitor’s room. Rel slipped into the room and flopped into the chair across from Rahluen, happy that he could finally flop into a chair without being in pain.

“Decline of appeal.”

“And you’re surprised?” Rel murmured.

“Try to be serious, Rel, you have a max of three months before the execution. Talk of a set date is coming about.”

Rel shrugged, “Arguing an appeal with the magical evidence you had didn’t help, so what made you think that you could save me if I magically killed my wife?”

Rahluen’s hand stopped, halfway into his bag, eyes darting over Rel for a quick moment before he drew out a pad of paper and a pen, “Your old lawyer destroyed evidence. He’s being arrested as we speak. Likely he’ll end up in here, with you. However, no copies of the evidence were made so. How can I prove that you’re innocent without the evidence? All I have is the fact that he destroyed evidence, all he says is that he destroyed it to keep you in jail.”

“Wants my fortune.”

“Uhhuh.”

“Wait. He said he destroyed it to keep me in here? Why would he-” Rel felt the words back up in his throat as he saw the look on Rahluen’s face and understood.

Rahluen had … coerced the information out of Folt.

“So the court is… ignoring the fact that there was evidence that was destroyed by my old attorney. Because my wife … is this still the connections to sleep around? Or. She slept around?”

“Yes. A jury that is not unanimous cannot condemn a man to execution. So I could appeal. The appeals judge… has nude pictures of your wife in his wallet. How did you not notice her being a whore?”

“I did. But. Prenuptial, follower of Rahl-ta, she. She was allowed to have a wandering eye.”

“You realise-”

“Now I know that’s highly unusual and stupid of me to accept but I was young and stupid and following something a bit lower than my brain. She said she was pregnant, I said I wanted children,” Rel shrugged.

“Right. I’ve claimed right of attorney.”

Meaning that Rahluen would have control over Rel’s assets. Rahluen would take over all medical and financial decisions, including what would happen to those assets after Rel’s death, should a will not be present.

Which it wasn’t.

“I can think for myself.”

Rel was hoping, beyond hope, that his family would tear itself apart fighting over his assets. It would be even more amusing when they found out that the bank accounts were empty and the businesses had clauses that allowed them to become independent upon Rel’s death.

“Of course you can. But you are obviously leaning towards death, even unconsciously. When was the last time you ate?”

“This morning.”

“How much?”

Rel looked down at his hands. Perhaps there was less flesh on his bones than there had been a few months ago.

“Enough to not be hungry. Having a full belly is a completely modern belief,” Rel responded to Rahluen, “so you have control of everything. Congratulations. Last guy who thought he had control walked out on me and is trying to make certain that I die in here. Doesn’t exactly bode well for what you plan to do, now does it?”

“No. It does not,” Rahluen murmured, sliding the pad and pen back into his bag, “Because this time. The man who is actually in control of your assets is going to leave. Because you are becoming irritable and will not listen to reason. And is going to do something worse than keeping you in here.”

Rel snorted.

“I,” Rahluen stood from his chair, “as I have told you before, Rel, am going to get you out of here alive and in one piece, even if I have to drag you out kicking and screaming.”


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