The King and his merry men

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor let out a sigh of relief, his dancing and choice of song may just have broken the tension enough and entertained their King for long enough to spare that poor idiot Dave his life. For as much as he was a filthy heretic, he was still Dave, they could train and beat the heresy out of him, much like one would train a dumb puppy. But they could never replace him, they could summon him again but would it really be the same Dave? Victor thought to himself as he gave a subtle thumbs up to Erik, he had ordered the Psychic to play along and despite clear reservations, he had done it about as well as the new lord could have asked for. A proper reward would be thought up at a later date but for now, Victor had more pressing matters, after all, he had to make sure that this dumb puppy learned from its mistakes before the head of the house had it put down for biting the hand that feeds. 

Victor smiled deviously and waved to the newly promoted knight, who had made quite the impression rushing in like a hero to protect the most powerful prime in the city, but he assumed it must have been the thought that counted as it seemed to please the king. Yu was still doing his best to kill Victor with a stare, something that the assassin was more than used to, the thrill of the swordsmen's glare sending shivers down his body. "You know usually I need to kill a lot more people to get glares like that" Victor whispered under his breath causing the swordsmen to break his silence "excuse me?" Victor simply waved it off "oh nothing, very impressive entrance there, and such an important mission you have been given, isn't that right Erik?" Victor turned so his face could not be seen by the swordsmen and his posse of fellow gothic clothing enthusiasts, a scary grin spreading across his face letting his new comrade that playing along would be a very good idea. 

"Yes, very impressive" Erik replied his voice tinged with nervousness, not wanting to have to do any more dances or whatever sick stuff Victor would have in mind as a punishment for disobeying him. The harsh malice on Victors face disappeared as he turned back to the exorcist and his crew, Kanda clearly wanting to just get the interaction over with and get to his actual business. "Now I won't keep you long, I just want to talk to one of my old friends there, so if your two boys could just, hold him up whilst I try to... Bring him back to us for a bit, that would be most appreciated." the two men dragging the guard looked to Yu for approval who announced "make it quick", complying the two held the traitor by his outstretched arms, allowing him to sit on the stone of the palace floor. 

Wasting no time Victors devious grin returned as he removed a water flask from inside his cloak, unscrewing the lid he moved one of his hands to the guard's nose, squeezing down on his nostrils and popping the flask into his mouth. Keeping it there the sound of the water rushing down the guard's throat could be heard echoing in the room. Eventually, the body started to panic as he ran out of the air in his lungs, his eyes shooting open as Victor removed the water bottle, his hand getting covered in the coughed up fluid as his "friend" fought to get vital oxygen back into his chest. Looking groggy the guard raised his head, his face still wet from the water torture. "What happened?" 

"Well it looks like you can't be the messiah today Dave, you have been a very naughty boy!" Victor teased, but before the still beaten up guard could get a word in he continued "I mean what were you thinking? That you would somehow pull one over on the God King himself? I don't even think I could do that, and I can turn invisible and hide my killing intent, Can you do that Dave? No, you cannot because you are Dave the guard, not Dave the Banisher." Victor put his face in his hands and let out a sigh as the guard responded "but you and the King where so teasing about the name thing, and then those cultists offered me so much money to get rid of the king" Victor laughed "Ok, so think this through, you kill the King that a lot of people are happy to have back, you then have to deal with all the primes that follow him, and assuming that you go full hercules and survive the twleve trials of torture we would put you through, where would you spend that money? Most of the places around here bearly have food, and you cannot eat gold, What they offered you was nothing for something you mongrel" The realisation seemed to sink in on Daves soft gorgeous face as Victor continued his tirade of logic bombs "And really the name thing? I am a lord crowned by your King and I gave you it as a gift and your King appreciated it, think about that, it made you unique, how many other Daves do you see around here? No one is going to remember Enugi, Dave stands out, it could have been a brand. "Dave face of the new Babylonian guard, Dave, the voice of New Babylon radio! Dave, spokesperson for all Nippurian secondaries!" Victor waved his hands to the side as he painted the image of success before looking somewhat sad, a tear welling up in his eye "But now you are just going to be Dave, first of many dead in the first battle against Deathchew". 

The assassin let out a sniff as a look of pure horror spread across the guard's face, the entire thing turning deathly white as he soullessly responded "what did you just say" Causing Victor to play up the act more tears rolling down his face "Well you see Gilgamesh in his wisdom has decided that you and any other undesirables will be sent out as the first wave in an assault against the murderous cannibal bandits of Baron Deathchew we don't expect there to be many if any survivors, You broke my heart Dave, and now there is nothing I can do" Victor sniffled some more before looking to Yu "Take him away" he said in a weak voice, causing Yu to roll his eyes and head away, clearly having better things to do. as Yu's men dragged the now struggling guard away his pleas of mercy filled the palace a real sense of dread in his voice. Once he was out of sight the assassin dropped to the floor clutching his stomach, the laughter filling the room.