At the elegant dispatch , the tv showed a documental that was observed by two pesons.
The brunette reporter, dressed an elegant designer suit, that combined with her dark skin, she narrated excitedly in front of the camera, while behind her can see, in the distance, a structure ruined.It was curious to observe the enviroment lightly cloudy, while above the reporter the noon sun glowed.
" The cats latrine, as it is call actually the neighborhood most luxury in the past, now it characterized by a cold that penetrate the bones untill they hurt, a dirty smell and mold, that permeates the enviroment making it sick. The reporter was narrated while the images were showed since the heights the neighborhood, keeping the distance".
Continued telling the reporter "today we commemorate 5 years since the tragic incident , everyone remember that day with big pain in our heart".
A helicopter flew over the sector and a camera showed the destroyed builing, in the middle of the neighborhood, it gave the impression of had be a big castle, but now it was only ruins.
The reporter continued: "It was the big Babylon tower, today call and recognized byt the people as The Castle of the Dead Ladies, was proudly the skyscraper bigest in the world. A tower without precedentes, surround by the firt neighborhood, completely self-sustaining in every sense.
Now the images showed a neighborhood that seems as a zombie apocalypse: houses destroyed, some homeless bad looking aspect, owner of the place, they can distinguish from the distance. It could be said that it seem as a battlefield more than a high class neighborhood. Even the dogs had strange malformation in their body, they seem biger and more aggressives than the normal, in spite of video recorder was recording to meters of the neighborhood. The reporter continued informing:
" The self-sufficient of this place consisted in, byt the innovative technology, they can supply them with their own watter, feeding and unlimited energy, thanks to the Babylon tower, that was in charge to provide the basics services. That amazing and advanced technology allow them to manufacture byt themselfs , since a pair of shoes , to a tv and even to cook the food. Futhermore, they managed a recycling system, by which they made nwe elements. A dream that can elevate the humanity to a new level, in every fields, until that fateful day arrived, the day that every was destroyed in a blink.
The tv was turned off by the beautiful woman gifted by a nice body, conformed by a pair of long legs and a slim figure, that probably any model would envy it, she approached walking with elegance while she was moving her hip, as a feline, she looked a pair of penetrating gray eyes at his prey, the elegant man sitting on the mayor chair, and said him:
- Why are you still torturin yourself for something that happened 5 years ago?
Then the beauty woman, flirtiously sat on the desk, putting her black heel above the politician crotch, then gently she moved it over his member, getting him to wake up from his lethargy.
- I can´t blame you by your ignorance, answered the mayor while his hand slipped over the soft and delicated legs of the woman, untill ger under her short red dress, but there are rumors, maybe some are ridiculous I should admit. However, those rumors have fundamentals. Ok, fundamentals are not incorrect, those rumors have proofs, something is happening there, something big. Just think about it, if just will be a homeless sewer, why not just delete it?, but not even the country Presidence interfere with what happens there.
Before to answer, the woman leaned above the mayor, passing her hands as fierces claws on his chest, who at least have 40 extra kilos, sliding passionately until she get to his face, he didn´t have fine features, neither was a young man, he was a man elderly without any outstanding appeal, he had slightly dark skin, short hair, with some gray hair that showed that he didn´t have 30 in a long time. His rustic factions and his manners made to doubt about he come from a classy and elegante families from the hight society, as he pretended to be. The woman looked and answered, without skimping her sensuality.
- The President is so stupid to do his work.
The woman took he Mayor´s tie and attracted him to her kissing him passionately. The gold hair of the lady covered the politician face, while he held her strongly off the dress.
- Hopefully it would be, but it isn´t. im´sure that in this sad place something bigger happens than myself can imagine and want to be part, again.
That word, "again" wasn´t the first time she listened from the mayor, she didn´t understand clearly, what was his obsetion with that place. He never before had gave her details, but someghing was true, if it depended on her, she will get him away from that matter.
Suddenly, an annoying noise interrupted the sennsual meeting of the couple. If the mayor hates something was that someone bothers him, even more when he was in that strange peaceful moments with his fiancee. He came back to the reality, and with an annoying tone, he a thwered the intercom, while the beauty woman accommodated him the tie and, in a tender way an delicate, she cleaned carefully, the lipstick spilled on the msn´s face.
- What is happening?
More than a question it was a roar, while the mayor answered and attended the untimely call, the woman stood up and accommodated her clothes, then she took out of the little bag her makeup kit. She had clear that this interruptions never solve quickly and she never will allow that someone can see her unkempt, that could only discredit her future husband. A voice was heard that hurriedly said:
- Mister mayor, excuse me, a representative of the construction company Same S.A., want to see you, they said that it is an important and urgent topic.
- Again that japanese bitch...
Spat the woman while she was retouching her lipstick.
She didn´t spend her time nor forces in hating. She simply used to delete who will bother her, both her or her man. However, that bitch was different, that woman wasn´t someone she could get rid of without bring serious consequences for her beloved. That was the only reason that damn architect was still alive.
- Mister, is a man, his name is Giorno de Santoro & Vega, reconfirmed te woman on the other side of the line.
The mayor thought: " surely they agreed to pay for the document".
- Okay, tell him to go on.
The secretary indicated him the way to Giorno to follow. He with his imposing bearing walked to the mayor´s office.
Giorno wasn´t really a genious , although his intelligence parameters in the another world were very high, and it helped him to take decisions and solve problems. He in the depth was sure that in this world he wasn´t a genious, but neither a Demon King.
In fact, he hated that condition with all his forces. He never complained to go to the other world, even when he lost several friends and even his beloved, even it was barbaric and awful, on the contrary, every morning he woke up full of life, he loved the battles, loves the power, but nothing that he loved was in that foul world.
But, was a light of hope, what if the power of the another world was gradually manifesting in him little by tlittle? if somehow, his theory was true, this world could become in his playground, he really couln´t stop thinking about it since the fight that morning, inadvertently he was in front of the mayor´s door, he knocked a couple of times, until the door was opened, then he came in.
The first thing he saw was the beautiful woman who opened him the door. Tha cold look and forced smile struck him. It was clear he was in hostil zone, he felt the energy of the one on the defensive, hence the best was to concentrate completely, after all, all the battles were won with deep focus,
- Good afteroon, mister Santoro.
It was the greeting of the beauty woman.
- How can we help you?
She saw his prenetrating eyes, and a trustworthy face, that man had the gaze of someone who evaluated him. Futhermore, there could say with total certainty that this way to move was from someone who at least had survived a war, who better than her to recognize someone like that. Also, with this name make her suspect that the man in front of her was a italian gangster. She cursed the architect again mentally. She had send a killer to intimidate the man she loved, but it would not happen while she be present.
Giorno extended his hand to the woman, that without doubts, corresponded to him, he held her safely and gently, but something called the Giorno´s attention, her hand was soft and femenine, but unexpectedly strong, they weren´t really the hands od a simple office worker.
Maybe she is very athletic, thought Giorno, who was analysing and observating carefully the woman´s body. In fact, was a very femenine body and sexy, but could see that she had a tremendous physical wor, something beyond the sport. That body had been sculpted with much pain, for an instant he asked himslef how he knew that, but he deduced instantly, it was his "evaluator" skill, apparently in that world wasnt´t limitated only to the objects, but existis another explanation, in the another wolrld he had skills that revelated a lot of enemy´s information, perhaps that´s why he ignored the superficial information for that "evaluator" will shine. He needed to can obtain information, though was superficial to the people surround him. Definitely, he had converted inmediatly in his most important ability, until now. When he watched her remembered a shadow killer from the another world.
The Giorno´s itense gaze detailing the woman´s body, annoying to the woman, she hated when the mens looked at her like that. Apparently that man was just anoter lustful pig, she contained her wishes yo hit him, she felt full of disgust, when she imagined to be touch by other hands, other than those of her fiancé, the only man that, for her, in the world was worthwhile.
Suddenly, she came back to the reality and heard that, in a very courteous way, he responded:
- Good afteroon lady, in fact,I had not come to seek your help, quite to opposite, I have come to give you mine,
She walked straight to the mayor and stood next to him, a subtle way of telling him that she wasn't the one he had to talk to.
And how could you help us Señor de Santoro, asked the mayor, who could not recognize or remember this person from anywhere, and he boasted of her excellent memory and never forgetting a face.
Giorno, observed the two people, and a strange sensation invaded him, it was how he remembered in the other world, he could be sure that both that woman and that man had very high statistics, he was not sure if they were physical, mental, or even perhaps magical ... He did not rule out magic, it could also manifest in this world, He realized that it would not be such an easy job, as he believed.
-I am just, how to say ... a benefactor whom you will want to treat very well, said Giorno. And without showing courtesy, and in a cheeky way, he took a seat.
- So? And why would I want such a thing? Asked the politician.
Elizabeth turned to the woman, please serve us something. Mr. Santoro has really woken up my interest.
She nodded, and went to prepare the pair of glasses.
-Simple, because it convenient you, he replied.
He looked him hard; directly to the Mayor's eyes and he continued speaking, while he looked him confused expression.
-I will be brief, you will sign the aqueduct permit for the construction company of Same S.A., without questions, or ask for anything in return at this time, after that, you will begin to prepare your candidacy for the governorship and my group and I will be ready, not only to support him politically, but also to donate 10 million dollars for your campaign.
"And ... what group are you talking about?" The man asked suspiciously, leaning over the table while he intertwined his fingers.
-You don't know us yet, but I assure you that you will very soon, whether you accept it or not. My question is, will you want us as allies or enemies?
Giorno leaned forward, as did the mayor. They both looked at each other like a pair of lions, apparently neither of them was intimidated by the other.
- How do I know that what you tell me is true? And what will I really receive, for that paper, 10 times more than I want, if I sign it now?
Giorno laughed in an abandon way, for some reason that he did not rationalize, just at that moment he looked at the clock. He noticed that the watch he had stolen from the thug in the morning was very expensive. The jeweler flatly refused to receive it, and since it was elegant and looked very fine, Giorno decided to keep it.
-You know it's true, and that's why I ask you, do you want to be supported by us or will your political career end today?
The mayor could not go unnoticed that gesture by Giorno, he knew that watch. Anyone with a medium high status would do it, it was not a simple watch, it was a 5D Tesseract Limited Babylon Edition Watch. That was one of the many brands belonging to the owners of the Tower of Babylon, before it was the Castle of the Dead Ladies, in fact, that watch as its name implies, was a special edition made for the inauguration of the new system of free energy, with which the building and the adjacent neighborhood that today was the "Latrine of the Cats' were fed.
It is said that only 722 men's and 758 women's copies were made, one for each guest at that event. It was never for sale, but it was widely publicized in the media and was talked about a lot in the halls of the rich 5 years ago. It was called the masterpiece of watchmaking and technology, that was the last edition they took out before disappearing in the catastrophe, along with each and every one of the copies of that watch, not a single one was rescued.
In other words, only someone who was related to what was happening in that place would have that watch, and in other words, his wish was coming true! He was being summoned by them again, he had to hide his smile and continued .
- Is it a threat?
"Please don't be confused," Giorno replied in a friendly manner. Threats are only words, I speak of facts, for example, if you call security, at this moment, you would be condemning yourself, and if you do not sign the document you would also be condemning yourself. Let me explain doing anything other than signing that permit, you would be condemning.
He took a pen from the mayor's table and offered it to him with a smile.
The pen was sliced in two, between his fingers, with a skill that Giorno only believed possible in the another world. The beautiful woman was now pointing a small scalpel at him just a couple of millimeters from his neck. Although he saw the movement of the woman in advance, for some reason he was unable to move to avoid it, simply her speed had been far greater than his own.
- But what audacity! The woman roared.
- Who do you think you are for come to insult the Mayor, my fiancé in his own office?
Giorno was amazed, defeating those bums had been so easy that he thought she was actually strong, but this woman was definitely at least 3 or 4 times more skilled than him at that moment. So in this world there were extraordinary people, he did not know how, but he felt that she would not be someone he could defeat as he was at that moment.
- Darling calm down please, said the mayor to Giorno's relief.
The obese man stood up, revealing his enormous stature. And in a delicate way he took the woman's wrist and lowered it from her, to then kiss her on the cheek, she seemed to have transformed from a dangerous lioness into a harmless kitten in just a few seconds.
-Don't be rude to our supposed benefactor, then he turned to Giorno as he hugged his fiancée.
- Even if I sign it, I have thousands of ways to ruin the construction, in case you are lying to me.
- Then what worries you? Giorno asked indifferently.
- Well, to begin, I have no idea who you are. You just appeared in my office and blurted out a lot of words. I don't even really know what you want.
- I'm Giorno De Santoro & Vega. and you already know perfectly what I want
He stared at him again, the mayor holding his gaze. Those eyes were of someone he had already killed, but Giorno's were those of a war veteran, for whom killing was as common as walking. They were not those eyes of a simple man in his twenties. The Mayor's instinct screamed at him that he was related to the Castle of Dead Ladies. and what was hidden there.
-Okay, if I signed it, what would happen next?
-Then you must help hide what we will do in secret, in that construction.
- Secret?
This time he couldn't avoid his excitement and squeezed her fiancé's hard abdomen because of the adrenaline rush that ran through him, making him moan in a very erotic way, as she melted into her arm. He was sure, he was only one firm away from rid off the veil about what happens in that place. He could hardly contain his emotion: his greatest dream was there manifested by that man.
Giorno, felt those hidden feelings and decided to give the final touch, like a stab at the arrogance, ego and excessive and unscrupulous ambition of that man:
- I'm not just talking about a small meeting place for us, I'm talking about my select group, of course a group to which you will belong, once you sign the document, a group that grows stronger every second we speak and to which only the elite belong .
- I understand.
The Mayor was so excited that he had to hold back before jumping in and signing the damn document.
-So they think I have the potential to reach the governorship, and that's why they give me this opportunity
Giorno couldn't avoid to laugh to himself, the politicians, aristocrats and other privileged people were all the same: they always think they were "special" or "chosen", better than others. It is only a matter of making them believe that they can fly, so that, by themselves, they jump off a ravine.
-You are wrong, we believe that with you enormous talent you can reach the Presidency
Meanwhile Giorno took the remaining piece of pen and extended it, to the already convinced, to the politician.
-So if I support that construction, will I be part of you?
Finally, the reason why he had become mayor, would soon reveal the mystery that tormented him for 5 years now!
-I think you have understood me perfectly, Mr. Mayor. Or should I say President?
-Agree.
He pressed the intercom and called his secretary, asked for the documents from the construction company. When the secretary entered, with the folio, he found Elizabeth smiling, serving a glass of the whiskey that the mayor only shared with the Governor. Without a doubt this man was even more important than she thought, the secretary thought. She placed the documents on the desk and withdrew, as quietly as she could.
Once everything was finished Giorno gave a few last words.
-I know I don´t have to say it, but this never happened, this permission is simply the result of intense analysis and studies.
-Undoubtedly Mr. De Santoro, said the mayor, while he played with his drink in the glass and gazed at Giorno, who held his gaze without being intimidated.
-By the way, if I ever want to contact you, how do I do it?
-Don't worry, as a new member of my order we will see each other very often, Mr. Mayor.