âBecause all I see is a vessel bereft of quality energy, and certainly not enough energy to warrant such a waste of time. I could have already consumed twenty of himâ¦, perhaps more.â
âAre you so dense that you cannot recognize it?â Alu asked him, his voice oozing contempt. âFor if you paid closer attention to the flow of his energy, you would know he is, or at least was, a part of this rogue organisation.â
Rabisu moved in closer, examining the man intently, and looking to find what theyâd seen in this man that he had not. A familiar scent soon reached his nostrils, for he could smell a celestial energy which had once ascended to the surface. But what drew his surprise was another quality he sensed, a smell that lingered of death.
So this man must have once fought with lord Namtar, he realised, for there were few whoâd confronted the lord of shadows and whoâd lived to tell the tale. And with many of those âfewâ comprising operatives belonging to this rogue organisation, it was probable that this Principal Heathgate was one of them. Still, he saw this not nearly enough to warrant the time theyâd spent.
He looked to Alu, his curiosity piqued. âWhat exactly is it you intend to do with this one? Have you some idea to use him as a hostage? Or are you going to infiltrate his mind, and learn the whereabouts of this specific Indigo and his guardian?â
âA combination of both,â Alu replied. âThere is one Indigo and guardian that belongs to this organisation, of this much I am now sure. But lord Namtar had said nothing about the rest. I intend to scour about this school, and much like you, I desire to seek out those richest in energy; for I too possess similar cravings.â
If you think Iâm willing to share precious energy; then you do not know me very well, Rabisu had thought, believing it the ideal time for them to part ways.
âSir, is everything alright in there?â They heard a receptionist ask over an office intercom, derailing his train of thought.
Rabisu glanced over at the Principal; Principal Heathgateâs face was pale, and his eyes were wide open as if he was incapable of blinking.
âEverythingâs fine, just trying to concentrate and ready myself for the day ahead,â he heard the principal mumble as though he were Aluâs puppet.
Rabisu sighed, his eyes focused upon the officeâs window. âNicely done, but I have little intention of sharing in this façade. From this point onward, I believe I shall do things my own way.â
âDo what you will,â said Lilith. âJust remember, both of you, weâve been ordered to eliminate the Indigo, his guardian, and the rest of this rogue organisation. And you mustnât forget that lord Namtar is not the only one party of the Illuminati. We must be on our guard at all times; for we never know when they might choose to intervene.â
Itâs not like I can forget this fact, he thought, and feeling as if he were being talked down to like a child. Only, I simply donât care.
This âIlluminatiâ that Lilith referred to, was not something he knew a lot about. As far as he understood it, there were few who knew much at all of their behaviour and beliefs. But what he did know was there were seven in total who sat upon their board, and that Namtar had been appointed as the sixth. For as the lord of the underworld, heâd claimed this as his right. Only, he didnât exactly share in the otherâs good will, and had often found himself in conflict with their ideals.
Rabisu had also come to suspect that former Naacal made up the majority of their bench; a collection of deified figures who oversaw the earthâs protection since the fall of Atlantis. Ironically, and although Namtar was the cause of the destruction to their homeland in the first place, once heâd resurfaced and recovered his strength, the others
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