"Anything?"
"A-anything!"
Elliot lowly sneered in his psychotic-like state. But don't worry, he's still full in control of himself. It's his very own brain that wants to do this. Fight. How sweet to taste blood again..
Elliot creepily approached the almost peeing little boy in the corner, his white hair not so shining anymore as El's huge figure for his age covers it up. Draco's face was having full of emotions in his face right now. Making Elliot smirk in amusement. But this was not the end..
"Give that guy to me.."
Elliot scowling, pointed at the unconscious suited man laying in his own blood.
"T-that only? S-sure! He's yours!"
Draco smiled yet was still in fear. At least it was not something too big that will affect his family whatsoever.
The Malfoy was urging to get out of the dirty smelly and filthy corner right now, yet, he's helpless. As Elliot lowered his feet going up to his height.
"and.. now...dare one word of what happened to this moment.... see what you get.... scram"
El has reached his husky most deepest voice, threatening the Malfoy as he runs in fear outside the lively Diagon Alley. He was not expecting for that boy to really do what he is ordered. But time will tell what will happen. He first doesn't want to bother that.
He got another whole matter to deal with.
Seeing the bloody face of the man, El pitifully yet mockingly squats into his height, slapping him once or twice to wake him up. As predicted, he didn't wake up. Well, who would really wake up when their enemy is Elliot himself?
Elliot grimaced, standing up unbothered of the man's pitiful state. He was like this too back then, but yet, no one cared. So why should he now?
Snarking, he summons a ball of energy in his hand, and no, he wasn't planning to kill the guy's life. Leaving him alone even could do the trick.
Elliot's plan was not about that. Carefully performing of what he trained in this month, the ball of energy, who is always white, meaning, uncustomized yet, turned into a greenish color with white hints, circling themselves into Elliot's bloody palms.
He slowly put his hands on the man's lower body, the location where the core should be.
"This should do it"
Elliot states as he continued on what he's doing.
Like a magnificent healing spell, the blood of the young man was slowly reducing and leaving no trace as each seconds passed.
Specifically, Elliot is healing him. Not because of sympathy, but his use.
After the young man's bloody body was finally recovered, Elliot disdained, carried his body, acting like he's a drunk man. Or if not, he might be accused of something else.
Going out of the alleyway, some stains of blood could still be seen. And so, Elliot then summoned another sphere wildly going on his palm.
The energy took into a form of blue and black state. Elliot nodded satisfied. He can already take on some higher years even with his abilities.
Come to think of it, his master Arch always sneers and nags at him being so weak. If this level is considered weak for him still, what is Arch really?
With that enhanced energy in his hands, he launched that in the middle of the air, walking back, as that certain energy evaporated all forms of liquid without a single trace. Magic is indeed magnificent.
He walk speed among the crowd, completely obviously stating that the man he's holding is drunk.
Arriving, he opens the door as the innkeeper and some people stares at him at his arrival.
"Oh, it's my friend, his drunk," Elliot claims as he continued walking holding a fake smile on his face.
Tom nodded slowly puzzled as others too. So Elliot just hurried up going to his humble room of him.
Where Faux immediately greets his coming.
Elliot, as much as he wants to just throw this man on the floor, he didn't as it will cause some notice where he needs to be questioned again. Thus, he carefully puts him down on the cold hard wooden floor, leaving him still unconscious.
But in some seconds, Elliot is sure he will be awake by then.
1....2.....3.....4.....5.....6.....7...
"akgh..."
There. The sound of his aching body as he waken himself up confused of where he is now.
"t-this..."
The awoken man looked around. It wasn't the alleyway where he clearly remembered how the fight go despite his dizziness.
"Whats your name?" Elliot approached asked, where the man widens his eye in fear and disbelief.
"Wh-wh"
"What's your name?" The little boy asked again, here, hardening his deep voice, for dominance.
"P-Philip....Raizel Philip"
Elliot nodded in confirmation. It was a exhilarating to fight him, but it was no where good as when he fought always with Arch. He was just caught off guard when the arrow hit his stomach. But nevertheless, Elliot healing prowess can solve it in some seconds.
Going to his business, Elliot smirked conceited.
"Tell me more about yourself"
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Just like what he is ordered, Raizel Philip was tasked to let out everything about him. Starting from his identity, his known people, and everything about his knowledge.
He's a muggle who became a wizard. It actually seems he's one of the pretty good out there. So he's tasked as Draco Malfoy's guard.
He doesn't have any family, nor relatives. Though Elliot hasn't yet mastered mind arts, specifically Legilimency, he can still detect at least a bit if it's bullshit or not.
And there he continued, about his underworld life. He goes on jobs like being a spy, or some slaves of a mafia boss. Maybe that's why Lucius comes contact with him. They're Malfoy after all.
But nevermind that, Elliot has a more better idea.
Raizel, still stiff in the floor, Elliot gave him a drink.
The Philip, surprised, just accepted the drink, puzzled why.
"So, are you going to kill me now?" He asked. He was very shocked of how a "teen" in his age is already that powerful, he used to stutter before afraid, but now he had accepted his fate.
"No, of course not," Elliot responded. Of which Raizel discombobulated, didn't gather words to speak of.
He was very surprised yet confuse. He had no use now, if he's an enemy of Malfoys, which he assumed, Raizel is not that important to them to become a use for threat. So why?
"Can I ask.. why?" Hence, he questioned.
"Every person has a use. Unfortunately, they just differ. So I have a task for you, fail it, onto the tomb,"
Elliot straightforwardly states. Drinking his tea leisurely.
Raizel gulps. What task can that be? He only hope it's a thing he can do.
"And what is that then?" Raizel ask, no matter who's the boss, he cares for his life. He personally knows how strong this "teen" is, so he didn't even bother to fake nor deceive him.
"Gather some guys for me, illegal or not, don't care, by tomorrow, they will be out there at the same alleyway before. Don't dare to use any information of me. Not like you know anything, but don't care. Another person will be coming there tomorrow, don't give out any information why are they there. Your included by the way..... "
Elliot explained, a part of his big plan.
Raizel, though hesitant, as he doesn't know if it's up to his ability that he can gather guys by tomorrow. But he knows some few, so standing up, he asked.
"Can I go now? I need to gather fast..."
Elliot nodded amused. But no one's sure this guy would come back anytime. So, going back to his shelf of potions, he grabs a small vial opening the lid.
"Drink this," He throws it to Raizel, who easily catched it.. Hesitant to drink, he still do and a burning feeling rose up to his neck.
"That's some high quality potion right there. I only have the antidote, and your life will last tomorrow by noon without it. You can go now" Elliot confidently states.
The flabbergasted Raizel storms out of the room, leaving immediately at his order.