Amyra and Azier sat over a big plethora of books - well- Amyra sat. Azier 'loomed' over them more than anything. Can one sit as being just a head? Wouldn't sitting require a buttocks?
Bah, that wasn't important.
'Focus, focus on her pretty voice and not her pretty breasts...' he thought to himself as he tried to shake his distractions from his mind.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Azier?" Amyra asked thoughtfully and shifted her orange eyes that looked brown beneath the blue circular glasses that were 'too large' for her face, but seemed to look good on her regardless.
"Is it really that bad?" He half wanted to know in seriousness, but the other part of him truly honestly did not care.
"It's pretty bad...." she repeated and frowned at him wearily.
"Do it. I have to know if I'm going to want to roam freely without any issue. Especially if the one I fear is alive like I suspect," he replied with a bit of a tired sigh in his words.
"Very well. Do you want me to start from immediately after your punishment?"
"I don't want to know what happened to Xander yet. I'm honestly not sure I want an inkling of truth of it, really."
"I'll start from Dagon then, and go from there" Amyra responded softly as though to comfort him for the story ahead.
Amyra opened the second of a stack of seven books that had a beautiful leather covering that had his second eldest brother's crest embossed into the front. Before she even read anything, Azier gasped as he realized none of the symbols were in any format he recognized.
"What is it, what's wrong?" She asked hurriedly.
"I can't... I don't know how to read that. What happened to Scrythesee (the language of the past)?"
"Ooooh, that's right" Amyra rolled out of her mouth uncomfortably. "Yeah, so there are these new creatures we discovered recently. We call them 'Humans'. We're not sure how they came to be, as none of the other magical tribes seem to claim creating them. They were left alone, and then suddenly became rampant like a disease."
"So I missed an entire species being brought up? Did I lose count of how long I was in there?"
"No, your time perception is remarkably on point. We're all just as stumped as you. The Supreme Lord deemed them as a food source for the strongest males - and from what I hear, they are either delicious or disgusting - there is no in between."
"Okay. I'll just file that one away to chew on later. Tell me what happened to Dagon," Azier insisted as he attempted to hurry Amyra forward onto the things he really did care about.
"Very well. Dagon Varkys inherited his father's castle as the second-born son. I am guessing you can tell how that worked out..." she started wearily and waited for a reaction - but when he oddly gave her none, she continued.
"Before the second in line of the clan could receive his birthright, he was found stabbed to death. While there was no weapon found - everyone was certain it had been a silver blade, for the wounds had never even started to regenerate - it had been complete cellular death upon impact. Later after Aetier learned of his brother's death he returned from the ruling Capital and finally discovered that an attendant had been paid off by Azrael to do so."
"Oh that fucking snake. I knew he was plotting all of our deaths, but nooooo - everyone thought I was just seeing things that way because we were at odds, but I knew he had some sort of blood lust for everyone. Sorry, sorry - go on" Azier seemed to have a sudden anger in his voice that had not rumbled for a very, very long time.
Amyra nodded once at his request and went on, "Aetier burned Dagon's body there at the castle's grand pyre on the seafront and commanded it to be a grave in honor of his beloved brother."
The scholarly woman moved her eyes to Azier's face which had a stone expression on it - and though she had not known him long, it wasn't hard to tell that the typically jovial man was disturbed.
"Who did Azrael kill next?" Was all that the solemn man could ask. He was absolutely positive that his fourth eldest brother was behind every single one of his beloved siblings' deaths.
"Well..." Amyra started as she pulled out another book that was cloth-bound that appeared to be apart of a compendium. It took her a moment for her fingers to stroll through the pages, but she eventually got to a section that had a small blurb of who Julian actually was.
"Julian? Really? ...and this is all they managed to write?" Azier said with disgust. "Julian wasn't a footnote in history, he was an alchemist and deeply wise man who never hurt a fly unless he was feasting, and typically he killed his prey. What did Azrael do?" Azier was getting angrier the more that was revealed.
"Yes, Julian had come to the same conclusion your eldest had, and confronted Azrael about it. In response, Supreme Lord Azrael took his wives for his own harem, and tied Julian to a stake until dawn came." Amyra finished and etched her eyes over to read Azier's face again.
"I'm getting really angry, but please do continue, scholarly treasure" Azier relayed as calmly as he could.
She once more nodded and turned a few pages and went to another small article in the compendium with the title 'Tobias'.
Poor Azier seemed to be in a stunned silence now. Anger grew into a rage that he could not describe - the kind where you're paralyzed because too many thoughts are flying past your eyes that you start to see white and experience that loud, long aching drone in your ears that sounds like 'eeeeeee'.
"Alhazier, we should stop for now. You look very, very upset."
"No. Please. Tell me about Tobias. We were born so closely together that they often called us twins, and I can't sleep with mystery. I'm going to eventually ask you about Xander - but I'm not ready yet. Please, read to me what became of him," Azier insisted with a deathly calm that said he was not truly asking.
"...Tobias Varkys..." she started uneasily, and her voice wavered as she carefully went on after clearing her throat gently. "Tobias Varkys, the youngest brother of the..." she paused again.
"I'm already getting the picture here. I was written out of history. I'm surprised you even know about me on any level," Azier mused out. Alright, he was starting to feel as though everything around him wasn't right anymore... Something was off, and he had a feeling all six of these women had a deeper secret they were hiding.
There was no way their father was just some lord or king or whatever. They had to be more important than that to know of his name since he was apparently snuffed out entirely.
"I told you, I have read a lot of books" Amyra loosely reassured him.
'Uhuh...' Azier thought to himself with caution.
"Tobias Varkys," she stated again and swallowed the dry lump in her throat. "Tobias was loyal to Azrael, and had not turned against him, nor did he say anything in bad form. However, Supreme Lord Azrael either heard what his youngest brother had really thought, or simply just snuffed him out to keep the Varkys bloodline to himself. On the day of the Supreme Lord's 'coronation', Tobias was poisoned with 'tears of silver'. As he....." Amyra stopped and coughed as though it were sickening to think of and seemed to have to 'sum up' the events rather than read word-for-word.
"The Supreme Lord smiled in satisfaction and announced to his wedding party and all the guests that he would be taking Tobias' bride and his lands. He warned that if anyone should challenge him, the same fate would be waiting."
"Not a fan of the details, are you?" Azier asked wearily.
"Not the ones this book goes into. I'd rather not read gruesome details of the death of an innocent prince who did nothing more than try to live quietly," she replied a little too coldly. Had something similar happened to her? Had she known someone like Tobias, too?
"Supreme Lord Azrael is not one to be merciful or kind. This book was written by his own personal scribe, and it was not a secret that he forced the historian to write each and every word to the Lord's liking. No one wants to be next. He's survived assassination attempts, accidents, duels, wars, and rumor has it - sunlight. He is not exactly Supreme Lord by mere name alone. He has no competition," Amyra explained and looked to Azier with a pathetic hopelessness that he hadn't seen for a very long time.
"Well if I get my body back, he'll start to have some competition," Azier said sternly, and for once - truly. He wanted nothing more now than to squash his middle brother's head like an egg beneath his foot.
"What? No offense, Alhazier - but - you even claim to not know how to fight well, nor care to. You wouldn't stand a chance against Azrael, and then what would you do afterwards to keep the weaker lords from taking over and starting an entirely different war?" Amyra seemed to have thought about a possibility for a coup for a while now.
She was absolutely right, which was the really big problem here. He didn't want to fight wars, or rule over lands. He didn't want to have to make decrees, decisions, or anything of the sort.
If only he could just defeat his brother and be done with it - but unfortunately, all that would do was start a new vacuum of power, and then how could one party in such an atmosphere?
Fuck. He was going to actually have to do something, wasn't he?
"I'm immortal, right? Who better to take the place of the Supreme Lord than the one who wants to be the supreme leader of having a good time?" Azier floated out as though he needed approval from someone other than his stupid head to give him reason to do what he was planning.
"...Alhazier, that's a lot. Are you sure you're really ready for that kind of responsibility?" She asked one more time and deadlocked her eyes with his.
"Yeah, yeah I think I am. I'm either angry enough - or crazy enough at this point to want a deep revenge. My dad I could care less about...but Azrael? Azrael needs to be put in the same place as my father. I won't be able to do it alone, though. Know any good people who hate him as much as I do?"
Amyra lowered her large glasses and looked into his pretty eyes of deep blood and concentrated. He watched as her emotions changed from shock, to confusion, to sadness, and then something unreadable between a good 'awe' and a terrifying 'awe'.
When she tore her eyes away from his, she turned back as well. Amyra didn't want to see her cry - but anyone knew what the shudder of shoulders looked like when one was weeping.
Whatever she saw had either just given her great comfort, or had thrown her into a deep despair.
Shit.