My new mysterious friend, Leon, has been sleeping for the past two days. I do check on him multiple times a day, but I cannot bring myself to wake him up from his deep, but peaceful slumber. If he stopped breathing at this moment, it wouldn't really matter too much. I would continue living my solitary life like I did until now. But a part of me would be sad because I see my people in him. My people, the fairies, have been caged, tortured, and experimented on. Losing him would feel like another failure in front of the empire. For a short time, of course. I'd be fine, eventually.
At first, I only wanted to play around and steal someone else's prey. You have to spice things up sometimes, don't you? I expected to end up in a dangerous situation, and, frankly, the danger is thrilling. Safety is boredom and boredom makes me lonely. And what do lonely people do? They turn insane. Or is it just me?
There are three things I wonder about though.
Firstly, how long has he been kept in there? It's an understatement to say he looked rough. The man wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes. All he had were some torn and ripped trousers.
Secondly, how is it possible for him to be so old? Before he collapsed, he told me he should be around 172 years old. I've never met others like me or like him before. No, are we even the same? Is he truly immortal?
Thirdly, what made his blood so precious and how can one use it? Do they drink it? Are they able to extract his magical energy? Well, this third question can be answered by the maniac who sent me to the dungeons in the first place, but he won't do it willingly. He can be stupid, but not stupid enough to reveal his plans to me.
That loser is none other than the third prince of the Empire, Cain. And by 'loser' I mean a good-for-nothing bastard whose only concern is gathering as much magic as possible without even knowing how to use magic himself. I have been suspecting he has been planning to overthrow his father, the Emperor, but who would be crazy enough to help him? In the past year, I sold him over 200 magic stones, 1500 enchanted swords, and my newest invention, 50 scrolls that release poison. With those numbers, it seems that the prince is gathering an army. Leon's blood probably has some important role in his plans. No, it surely has an important role in his plans. I would love to take a look at it, to be honest, but there's a small benevolent part of my wicked heart that wants to ask for his consent first. After all, I am not like other kidnappers. I am somehow likable.
I wouldn't mind Cain killing his father though. I would do it myself if I had the chance, but considering how well-protected the Emperor is, it would just be a failed mission. Once the monster inherited the Throne, his troops raided our villages, for reasons I cannot comprehend to this day. The women and the children were enslaved and the men were killed on the spot. Our houses were destroyed, our lands were turned into agricultural land for the Empire, and our magical artifacts were taken away. I managed to escape from slavery, but I would rather not dive into that story today. Today is not a sad day.
Looking at the table I have in my room, I realize I have forgotten about the glass of red wine I poured for myself a while ago. I did have some liqueur I cannot remember the name of earlier today, at the bar. The bar is a wonderful place. Sometimes, I go there and listen to people talk. I am usually trying to gather information about new ways to make money, but there is also something charming in their little lives and their little lies that interests me.
Sleeping Beauty is in my house, so I couldn't stay for too long. What if someone else steals him? Eh, I guess that is almost impossible. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop drinking, my thoughts are everywhere and I am not able to understand myself. But, on the other side, what's the worst thing that can happen?
I decide to finish the whole bottle instead. Who pours a glass without finishing the whole thing?
But I still need to think about my new friend, I need to think...
Leon's story is quite ridiculous in itself. He is old, but he never ate a dragon's heart. Not only that, he does not have an extended lifetime, no, he says he is immortal. It's just not believable! I heard stories of immortals before, but they were considered tales for children. And this is not the product of my imagination, I haven't had forbidden substances in quite a long time!
He also said there were more like him. Five others to be precise. But how could none of these six magical men free themselves from the dungeons? Are they just immortal with no other skills to defend themselves? What is the point of that?! Were the others even kept anywhere or did they forget about their friend? That would be just cruel of them.
Well, it wouldn't make any sense for them to forget Leon, since he mentioned they can feel one another. Therefore, they must be prisoners too.
Urgh, this whole thing sounds like a headache. But I am getting somewhere! Or not.
I need to take another sip of wine, I don't think I can make sense of this story unless I'm drunk.
But I hope his friends don't decide to drop by any soon, this whole place is covered in poisonous grass, venomous insects, and some small, but aggressive mammals. They're quite fluffy and adorable too, therefore people think they can fight the little ones, but they never can. They'll jump right on your face and rip your eyes out. Ok, now I wonder if immortals can grow extra eyes after losing the previous ones.
The defense system of the forest is not a problem for me, I am living here after all. I cannot be killed as easily as a normal human and the animals tend to avoid me. Something about my scent scares them off. I assume it's the dragon blood inside me.
If those men are truly immortal, they should survive too, but there is another problem, slightly more important. What if they bring the Imperial Army here? They can sense their charming little friend sleeping on my bed right now, and that's just awful! Why didn't I think about it before? Wow, I am really dumb. I've been hiding in this nice place for a long time and it would be such a pity to leave it after all these years.
Alright, alright, no, I've decided. No more worrying. If I have to leave, I will just leave. But I will try to prevent that before seeing myself defeated.
I'm going to sober up, wake this Princess up and kidnap the other five test subjects. Easy, right? This way I can be certain the royals will not find my exact location and that I can get my hands on some of that sweet blood that might even make me filthy rich. Us, make us rich, I mean. I'll give them some of the money.