bookpower Chapter 293 The Antler Killer
Chapter 293 The Antler Killer
"DOES THIS ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, Agent?"
Holly Evergarden sat comfortably in Lady Adanna's lap. Her coconut brown eyes scanned the room of patient stares. The home office of the House Nnadi sat the Rafel's harem and Moira—the shell-shocked Agent of the [C.S.A] to whom Holly sent her daring question and set, hazel eyes.
The girls sat on roundabout cushions. Israfel stood, brooding and dark in a section of the home office light didn't reach. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
Paper and candy smelled well in the area. Rafel did remain in the shadows of a high nook, his fine cut of ruddy hair curling into hardback tomes. He too was just as surprised to hear Holly Evergarden just drop the bombshell of her fucking the Major of the [Dragonriders Covenant]'s wife, while the man was still alive, but he hid his well.
Aya Naamah turned to Rafel, her sweet purple iris shining. "Ohh Dominus, talk about biracial couple goals! You see what I mean!"
[DING!]
Peitho was one step behind.
[Does my Lord desire a dark-skinned concubine for the meantime? A whole list of eligible maidens are made available by the system. Host's current rank, S, of the Fourth Infernal Circle offers prime bimbos and juicy lemons...if I may, for the plucking.]
[System graciously provides Candidate A:]
[Yvonne Windhoek]
[Rank B Moonling fae. Numidian heritage. Working class MILF. Married hotpot. Big-assed Domme. No kids. State Senator of the Rocasian Republic.]
[Status: Baroness]
[Melanin Range: Alexandrian bronze.]
[Yvonne is now placed at a radius of 3.1 miles from Host...]
'Let me stop you there, Peitho,' Rafel smiled as he regarded the biracial Lesbos curled into each other in front of him; both his succubus and subservient system agreed he needed a Beautiful Black Woman in his life.@@@@
—his sex life at least.
Like Alexandrian what now?!
He admitted: black bitches had 'em big booty but Rafel didn't think he lacked for female attention, in the department of giant asses both. An image of Cheetah flashed in his mind. She was [Anima Dios]. A literal giantess! Butts COULDN'T get bigger than hers.
Even though he got the appeal of a big black booty up in his face, smashing him juicy poon, it was still his choice, and he decided for now, he had enough to deal with. So he told Aya, sure that Peitho was listening in from his mind. "I've got all the sexually racial diversity I need...in my [Bond]."
He smiled at her, letting her know he meant HER.
Aya Naamah was [A Rank] sukky; she could switch skin tones like that. Even now, as she sat, she held a cheesefair complexion. "If I need DARKER," Rafel let the words fall out slowly, "I'll surely punish you for it." To Peitho alone, he whispered. He switched to telepathic conversation: "Uh, did you forget that these women might have jointly cut off a soldier's head?"
[Ding! I did not, my Lord.]
"Good. Then let's hear what they have to say for themselves."
In the spacious home office, Moira folded her notes and put her quill pen away. "I guess that's all."
"Wait!" Holly abruptly sprang on them. "There is something I do recall now about that night. Some time after the noises stopped; it had to be about the eleventh hour... I was heading downstairs for a glass of water when I heard dragging sounds out on the lawn. The sliding glass had been left open and there was cold wind whispering through the doors. When I went to shut it, I saw no one. B-But I did see a strange silhouette.
It...it looked like a man with antlers."
"HOLY FUCKIN' FUCK!" Moira swore.
"What?!" Cora asked, buzzed. Rafel stood straight by the book nook. It was the first time either he or the girls had heard the professional Agent cuss.
Moira pointed at Holly, already pulling a [Darken Orb] from her front pocket to radio base. She said to her. "By the Martyr! You should've led with that, Ms. Evergarden. You should have fucking led with that."
Moira practically screamed at the orb once it got a signal for the [mana print] on her:
"THIS IS HAWK ONE TO BASE. ARCANUM: ZETA PHI CHI. Known Suspect confirmed! Repeat: Known Suspect confirmed! SUBJECT Z! REPEAT: SUBJECT Z. Safe to move on location. Source order: Capture first. Final order: DEAD OR ALIVE. All available units move in now. I REPEAT: ALL AVAILABLE UNITS TO MOVE IN ON SUBJECT Z!!!"
The [Darken Orb] blipped thrice and went off, and with everyone watching Moira intently.
"Agent, clue us in." Aya said.
Moira nodded. She pocketed her little magical ball. "Yes, right. Apologies." Her eyes went to Rafel first. "When Ms. Evergarden mentioned seeing the haze of a man with antlers, it swiftly brought to my mind the profile of an assassin we've got on our radar now for years—since even before the Agency was portfolioed as a recognized investigatory of the Empire. We have kept tabs on him.
His methods are, to be blunt, sadistic. Wild. Manic. And a bit satanically religious. He eats parts of his victims.
But his executions are so quick and thought-out.
Up until now we've not been able to nab him with a body. But maybe...just maybe today, we have a chance. He lives in the bog of Nokmaar. All scenes of his messy scythe have left only one horrible, blood-sodden print: the silhouette of a man with antlers. So far we've known him by this name,
The Antler Killer."
"Well, what the fuck are we waiting for?" Corazón harshly stressed, rising to her feet. "Let's go get this horned son-of-a-bitch."
Moira was already upstanding from the couch. She led in front. As the girls trooped out after her, Rafel heard Adanna call him back. "Your Eminence," he wanted to ask how she knew his [Arcane Rune] but he figured a lecture could wait; he had a feeling the House of Iron was about to become good friends of the Crown. He turned at the home office doorway.
"Yes, my lady?"
Adanna smiled long.
"Do you ride?"
Rafel smiled back, wider. He took her meaning.
She meant dragon.
He replied. "Yes, I do."