Dwyl stared at the dead body that lay before him. It wasn't the first time Dwyl or William had seen one. They were both used to the sight. William from all the executions, and Dwyl from his time growing up and following his parents Change The Genre System and Killing For Love System around.
However, even though Dwyl was used to seeing dead bodies, and seeing them being killed, it was his first time actually doing the killing himself. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but his parent Killing For Love would approve, because he had done it out of love. That was the most important thing at the moment.
Dwyl put down the paperweight that was becoming heavier by the second, and sat back down in his seat. He should take these few minutes of rest before he would become incredibly busy. He had after all just become the president.
Urgh, this was probably a very stupid move. He had come to this world to enjoy the freedom and power the position of president's son brought him, but now that had gone to shit. It was his own fault, he knew. He had underestimated the former president. He would make a mental note not to underestimate side characters ever again, and to take into consideration the consequences of the changes he brought for, so that he could avoid creating situations he didn't like.
Dwyl sighed, stood up and opened the doors of the president's office. He spoke to the two people who stood guard.
"One of you needs to go fetch my mother. Tell her she is expected in the president's office on request of her son, not her husband. Here give her this," He removed the ring that was on his finger and gave it to one of the guards.
The first woman had always ignored summons from her husband, so the former president had tried a lot of tricks to see her. If Dwyl didn't give prove it was from William, she wouldn't come.
"And also, I want you to call head butler Mason."
The guards nodded, and while the one went off, the other one called for Mason with his earpiece.
The first person to arrive was Mason. He closed the door behind him, as he was told to do that by William, and stepped closer in the office. Mason had thought president Wayne Wright was present in the room, so he didn't do or say anything inappropriate, but when he looked better he saw that the president was slumped over his desk. At first he thought the president was asleep, even though it was a very strange position to be in, but then the metallic smell of blood entered his nostrils and he noticed the small pool of red under the presidents head.
Mason's mouth fell open from shock and he looked accusingly at William. "Is he dead?"
"Yes."
"Did you do it?" Mason asked incredulously. Would William have killed the president?
"Yes," Dwyl admitted without a problem.
Why would William have done that? Mason tried to think of a reason. Was it because William wanted power? With Wayne Wright dead, William would most likely become the president. Was this a part of his masterplan? But, Mason thought, didn't William had a good connection with his father? Was William such a manipulator that he had deceived the president so he could get all the power for himself? Was William doing the same thing to him? Because if William became the president, didn't that mean he had all the more reason to want the Criminals to be extinguished?
"Why did you kill him?" Mason asked trying to appear calm.
"Because he knew."
"Knew what?"
"That you are a genetic anomaly, and that I have been aware of that for quite a while." William said, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the desk with the corpse.
"How did he acquire that information?" Mason asked. He didn't know if he should believe what William said. After all, William could be lying about the reason he killed the president. And even if he wasn't lying, how could the president have known about him without William telling him? And if William told him, then why would he immediately kill him? That theory didn't make sense.
"You see, my father apparently my father was suspicious of Kailey, and he had her followed."
Mason immediately understood. Of course, he had been careless.
"And when they saw you take her to your room, they placed camera's when you were away."
"So?" Mason asked. "I still don't understand why you killed him."
"Isn't it obvious? The camera's made it clear I was protecting you, a genetic anomaly. I am on your side. If I let my dad live, I would've been in trouble, you would've been in trouble, and the people I assume you work with would be in trouble."
"Okay, let us assume you really mean well, and honestly want to help us. Why? What possible profit could you, an elite, have from helping the people who want to bring down your regime?"
William sighed. "I don't like my people being mindless puppets. The world is less exciting that way."
Dwyl meant it. The longer he spent in this world, the more troublesome and boring it became. Troublesome things were boring. People of whom you weren't sure if they liked you because of your position of because of yourself, were boring. Maybe he should suggest to Lea to leave this world for what it was?
[Dwyl: Lea, do you want to leave this world?]
[Where is this coming from?] Lea asked suspiciously.
[Dwyl: Nowhere in particular. I'm just a bit bored.]
[You chose this world. How can you be bored already? We've only been here a week.]
[Dwyl: I know. I wanted to come and now I've seen it. I'm ready to move on.]
[What about Mason?]
[Dwyl: What about him?] Dwyl asked sharply. Surely, she didn't want to stay because she had fallen in love? Dwyl would kill her if that was the case.
[Well, my goal in this world is to get you together with him. I can't leave before that.]
Dwyl got angry hearing that. [Haven't you meddled enough? I thought we had agreed you wouldn't play with my feelings anymore.]
Lea stayed quiet. Yes, they had agreed that. But didn't he love Mason? Why would he want to leave without even trying? [Yes, we agreed. But I can't watch you suffer like this. You deserve happiness, just as much as respect. I won't meddle anymore, but I won't leave this world until you have resolved your feelings about Mason or until the plot has come to an end.]
Dwyl was very unhappy with this answer, but if his host didn't want to leave yet, then he couldn't either. [Fine, we'll stay till the plot has ended.]
Dwyl disrupted his connection with Lea.
Mason was looking at him distrustfully. "And I'm supposed to believe that ridiculous reason?"
Dwyl took a while to remember what he had said before he answered. "It doesn't matter what you believe. I'll show you with my actions instead of my words." Dwyl had made a decision. If Lea wanted to leave when the plot has ended, he just needed to accelerate it. Five years was too long. Writer probably wouldn't mind to much, after all he had made sure the ending wouldn't be changed. A couple of details, didn't mean much.