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Chapter 128 - Keeping Order

"General, that would be highly inadvisable," an old male with no hair on his head, and a salt and pepper beard said as he sat uncomfortably in the square office.

"...Why can't we just have it target certain bloodlines? If I can just get rid of Metas, that's all I need," Harbinger replied with thinned lips and an angry expression.

"You...want to get rid of the last line to the 'Firsts'? How will we operate the magical vaults and treasury?" The mage asked with uncertainty.

"Not entirely..." Harbinger started with a sinister smile.

"Silas found a way to reanimate the blood of our dead king. It can last centuries - especially if we keep the magical time field around him. It will last centuries if you and the other mages keep it working," the General continued with force.

"General, that is....It's not a wise idea. Plutonium is human-made. It's impact on the earth is terrible, and the magic imbued into is is too potent to control. You'd be risking our entire species at the hope of ridding the house of a single rat. I have done everything you have asked without question, but this is not something that can be done safely," the warlock went on with a frown. He hoped his past loyalty would pay off at this moment, and so the reminder was crucial.

"I don't care about the past, Salizar. I care about today and tomorrow. If that bastard and his bitch of a mate comes back in here, he will undue all the order and control our colony needs. If they knew the truth about the Ferals raging war, and the fact we're keeping peace by feeding them the last of the bin of society, they will revolt." Harbinger argued and slammed his fist on the desk in agitation.

"Silas has failed me for the very last time on this issue. I need results. I need him dead, or better yet -- kill the bitch at his side. No Alpha is ever respected without a Luna. Just get rid of one of them, I prefer Metas as his blood is literal gold to the functionality of this mountain - but if you kill the ugly cunt at his side, it will do just as much damage," he finished and raised his jowls to expose his teeth to the old man.

"Yes, General - I understand your requirements. May I please try other alternatives before we risk blessing Plutonium with magic? The veins here are deep and connected. Should one source become tainted-"

"I know exactly what you're going to say, so just shut it. I'm not asking for a huge amount. I just want a tiny little bit - just enough to kill him or end his campaign," Harbinger interrupted and waved the wobbling warlock off.

"Sir, you don't understand - one tiny object has the potential to cause a massive amount of damage. Given the properties of the metal, it's unadvised to enchant it or use it in any way. Cities have been lost, mountains destroyed - cultures wiped out because of a small amount of Plutonium. Even before the humans learned to harness it with magic it was deadly. We would be risking everything..." the poor male could only argue the best he could against the tyrant who held all the power.

"This makes no sense, Salizar. I don't want excuses. I want results. If you can't bring me what I need, I'll find someone else who will," Harbinger spat and began to click his sharp nails against the wood he coveted so dearly.

Magus Salizar stared into the cold blue eyes of the white lycan who sat in front of him. He could read that he did not care, and he was not going to stop until he got what he wanted. The old male knew he could sit here and try to explain the repercussions until he was purple in the face, and the General wouldn't change his mind.

The problem was that he knew of those who would - and those who would do such dangerous things would have absolutely no problem pushing the boundaries of alchemy. He couldn't let that happen.

"Very well, General. I'll start searching for a way to control destruction. I am sure if you give me time, I can find something that will work that will meet your specification, until then - I have put a spell on the entrances to keep Metas out, and our lower sectors in. With the new group of wolves brought in from the nearby village, the tunnels are getting cramped and unhappy. We're making teas to help calm them. Once we get it to them in mass, their tempers will calm. If we just make a little rumor that someone liberated the tea from high society, they'll drink it with wanton," Salizar explained at length in hopes it would calm the General and keep him happy.

It was one thing to keep order. It was another to destroy nature in the efforts of doing so. The humans did that, and the destruction was so bad, that nearly everyone died out.

He wouldn't let that happen again. He couldn't.

"That's a fantastic idea, Salizar. I love your little schemes. This is why I know you're capable of so much more than you think. We need to stop this before it gets any worse...and we'll need a new Alpha. Silas isn't fit for it. Yes, he's easy to control - but he is still a sniveling child and he let my daughter get captured. While you work on that weapon, have the others on the council scout for potential leaders we can control. Preferably someone with a quiet, timid mate. One who knows where her mouth belongs," Harbinger replied with a dark smile, and gave one laugh to his own "joke".

"As you ask, we shall deliver. We serve to keep order, and nothing more. We will have a suitable replacement for you in three days time," Salizar gave him a deep, venerable bow and avoided looking into the cold eyes glaring upon him.

"Very good. Add Silas to the barrier as well. I don't want him back in here. If I have to look at the face of that disappointment again, I'm going to make it everyone's problem. Do you understand? He only brings chaos. His use is up, and you must keep him from coming in here and ruining more of what we've all worked so hard to keep." The General said with a satisfied face that was marred with sinister vibes flowing off of him like venom from a tooth.

"As you ask, so I abide General," Salizar said and walked out backwards while keeping his bowed position as though if he stood, it would cause him to vaporize into thin air.