The next day, Hagan went out and visited a relatively wealthy area in the capital. He approached an extremely ornate coffee shop. The gaurds standing outside made way for the Deviant and slightly bowed. Once inside, many wealthy nobles of the empire were eating and enjoying their time. Some employees looked back, fear flashed across their face and they quickly turned around. Very few nobles knew who Hagan was and even fewer knew of his endeavors. Among the staff at the coffee house, Boroque House, most knew who he was… what he was.
Hagan had been in the Branson Empire for eight months now, and during that time, he'd gotten a job at Boroque House. He wasnt merely a servant who took orders and delivered food and drinks, no, he worked for the secret society that was hidden by the coffee house.
The owner of Boroque House was a very secretive man, he rarely would show his face in public and would not host any events at his own manor, they were always at the coffee place where he could remain mostly unseen.
The owner was a noble of high standing, a marquis, and his name was Aegis Raaz. There were many different jobs in the secret society, assassin, guard, informant, and a few others, Due to Hagans shadow affinity, he was hired as an assassin six months prior, during the first three, he was trained rigorously day in and day out. Sometimes he thought about quitting, but decided not to due to his relationship with Marquis Raaz.
In the last three months, Hagan has completed multiple jobs, due to his ruthlessness and completion rate - one hundred percent - he's gained quite a bit of fame lately among the employees.
He wasn't given any vulgar aliases like in the are he lived however, Marquis Raaz referred to Hagan as "The Promised" and the employees followed suit.
Today was unique however, instead of Hagan going to the third floor to see Marquis Raaz, he was waiting on Hagan near the stairs. When he saw Hagan, Raaz began walking towards Hagan with a smile on his face. Many of the nobles saw Raaz and instantly became curious, Raaz was a recluse who seldomly appeared and even then, he never smiled. And now, he was walking up to a boy who had just entered the coffee shop with a smile on his face.
"The Peomised! It's good to see you, how have you been lately? You know I told you to stop by more often."
With no exceptions, every noble in the coffee house quickly turned and stared at the scrawny boy who was wearing black layered armor with white trim, wearing a helmet with three slits that were drowned with darkness, and a cloak that seemed to be made of dragon scales.
Hagan dismissed his helmet, revealing his black and scruffy hair, dull gray eyes, and a striking and confident face. Hagan shook Raaz' hand and patted him on the shoulder.
"I've been fine, sir. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to your in your office."
"Just tell me here it'll be fine." Raaz sent a glance to the other in the room and nodded.
"Well… alright. Six fairies accompanied the target so I took care of all of them, then on my way to the inn I'm using, three thugs tried to rob me of my armor so I… taught them a lesson."
Many of the nobles gasped and looked at each other.
"My gods! He's the Profane Deviant! The one who brutally killed those three people yesterday."