Gods were very rare.
The process to became one was very difficult and only one in trillions had the potential to be an immortal much less a God. Fools with little strength go around parading themselves as Gods, gods of what exactly? Requiem sighed. A thousand years had taught him many lessons.
He shifted to the edge of the bed then dropped down. He clenched his fists, marching forward in silence until he reached the mirror. He was so short, just around the height of the mirror. He raised a fist and slammed down — hard, shattering the glass.
Shards flew, bloodying his fist and cutting bruises across his face. As the shards of glass crashed to the ground and shattered. Blood dripped from his wounds a he turned around with a smile, then he turned around to stare into Fay's frightened eyes, "Please, clean this up…"
She trembled as she darted out of the room, returning to pack up the shards of glass. While she busied herself with washing up the mess, he sat at the edge of the bed, glaring at his fist. Even as an immortal, he bled. He bled like a mortal and it was a shock for him.
"Maybe the immortality was a ruse of the system?" he wondered to himself. He dropped his fist, then raised his other hand to rub the wound on his face. It hurt, but he maintained a straight face. It was a weird feeling, this pain he felt, "Then there is another issue…"
His power… what were the limits?
No one could resist him. He could use it however he liked on whoever he liked. He did not have a grasp on the limits he had on exploiting his power and had not thought to include it in his memoir for some reason. Requiem pinched his chin.
As he sat deep in thought, his gaze shifting to the distance, Fay rushed back to him with a warm cloth in her hands and a bucket of water. She took his bloody hands and cleaned it, he sat in silence as she washed off the blood with the soaked cloth.
"That is enough, Fay." Requiem sighed. She had done this much and that was alright, "I command—"
"But, my Lord! The bleeding persist!." She tensed after speaking, preparing for punishment but none came. She lifted her gaze to expect his cold glare, but all she saw was a lost gaze, "I am sorry, my Lord. It is just that, if I tend to it a little more…"
"I see that you want to be stubborn…" he wanted to fling her across the room, but resisted. He'd never had anyone being this aggressive in caring for his messes like this for centuries. Requiem just held his peace, watching as she lifted the cloth from his hand.
She lifted her gaze to the wound on his, then his gaze hardened, "It is best if you leave my face to tend to itself. Any transgression and I will do well to hurl you out the windows of the topmost floor."
Fay nodded her head and stood to her feet, stepping away from his bed and standing by his side with the bucket of water and the cloth in hands. Requiem waved his hand, and she turned around to leave, closing the door behind her.
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"I established communications with the noblemen of Frozen Jades. They refuse to accept your as the new master of this castle. Calling your killing of the regent lord here, treason." Margaret paused to let Requiem process that before adding, "We have not revealed your identity to them."
"Fools." Requiem sneered, "Fay informed me of the bandit group harassing the settlement. They would be a very useful tool in swaying these nobles in our favour. Anyone who persists in resisting us would be cut off, we intercept both factions in combat the day after tomorrow."
"Why?" Margaret questioned, looking at him as if he was a fool. She was not the best in political endeavours and neither was he. There was no way he was considering using volatile elements for a delicate political task this.
"I plan to use them in bringing down the gates of Frozen Jades." Requiem chuckled internally, "I'd imagine the laughter of many, then a group sweeping in to take command. A group led by royalty. It'd be wonderful and the people would see them as heroes."
"Not knowing that they were the instigators of the crises!" Margaret uttered a snarky reply, then turned to the map, pointing at the area called Frozen Jades, "The city is fortified. The bandits have no chance of bringing down the gates even in a decade. How do you intend so?"
"Everyone knows that the city of Frozen Jade is built upon one of the largest Jade reserves in the kingdom, one frozen in thick layers of ice. That is popular opinion." He walked forward, "What isn't a common knowledge is that there is a point in the reserve that is quite weak."
"Many will die…" she turned to him, her gaze like fire, "The bandits would never find the position unless you leak it and the blood of those people would be on your hands. I cannot imagine bearing a burden as heavy as—"
"Haha!" Requiem laughed but his expression remained stone cold. He turned to Margaret, lifting his gaze from the map, opening his mouth to speak, "Sacrifices must be made. If I do nothing, would the blood of the many that will die in the hands of the bandits be in your hands or mine?"
She stiffened, opening her mouth to speak and closing a moment later. She turned to the side in silence, as if in deep thoughts. Margaret clenched her fists then sighed, "How do you intend to deal with the bandits after you are done with your goals?"
Margaret looked into his eyes, feeling a cold shiver lick her spine as Requiem only smiled at her.