52 A White Hand in a Black Glove (1/2)
Following the understanding that everything on this remote planet was entirely stalling whatever plan they made, Davion tried another approach. Since they couldn't just ask about the name directly, they should at least clear out any misunderstandings that they had. Like for example, the fact that the trolls were calling those humans the black and white uhanz.
”Fine, you belong to the Organization, which I suppose has a big O. Nod if I am right?” The two humans began to quickly nod, in fear that they were too slow. The demon Ymir was still awfully too close for their preferences and only when they started nodding did he left them and returned at his sit. He was ready to just grab them and deliver the two living beings to Malakov.
”So, even if it is called like that, the group that you belong to should have maybe another name. Something related to colors, like white or black? Anything ring a bell?” As expected, the two humans reacted instantly and even began to understand why the demons in front of them were so mad. They couldn't see but they both had the face of an idiot finally getting a joke that was said ten minutes ago. But past that initial reaction, the leader began to describe what was the deal with the color.
”So, the principle of the black ga… wait, do you have any idea of who we are?” It was the first time that they had the initiative, but they were way past the point of thinking that they could save themselves. If the ones in front of them were not the dark gods reincarnated, neither the leader or the half-elf would believe that as the truth. Why he asked that was because he had no idea of from where he should start.
And of course, Ymir didn't understand it that way. But before he could even stand up, Meridiana put her hands on one of his arms and shook her head. She felt that he was asking that as innocently as he could have, it was just that it sounded horribly bad in their ears. She blinked at them while saying cheerfully ”Keep going, suppose that we know nothing, it will be better.”
”Alright, so, the Organization is perhaps the oldest criminal group of this planet. Its origin coincided more or less with the first important war between the Synnada Empire and the Massalia Kingdom. It was way after the First Calamity hit this world and plunged it into chaos. Because humans were greedy, when the war started, some bandits that were hunted by the army decided to ally with each other. It was just a small gang, but soon, they controlled the entire North of the Kingdom. As expected, it didn't end well for them.”
Davion and Ymir looked at Meridiana, but she didn't have any reaction, meaning that it was the truth or the closer it could get. To rally numerous groups of criminals during a period of war was incredibly foolish since it meant that they had a nice target on them. The leader confirmed that immediately.
”But because they became so big, they had the entire kingdom behind them, hunting restlessly the bandits. Due to that immense pressure, the originally solid group fragmented into multiple gangs that tried to escape individually. Until a truce was concluded, none of the bandits dared to show their faces, but the moment the army was not present anymore, they returned to their fiefs. All their loots and treasures were taken and it nearly spelled the end for the Organization.”
At this moment, he realized that he was awfully thirsty and that his tongue was as dry as the ground under him. Because of this, he also noticed that he was hungry, tired, had numerous injuries caused by the tight grip of Ymir and a headache was gradually coming. As he began to form a coherent sentence to talk about that, the previously warm stare of Meridiana turned extremely cold. Freezing in place, he decided that maybe that could wait a bit more.
”Glurp, so, the group still survived, even as weakened as they were. They understood that the reason why they failed was that they were concentrated in one place. But when they thought about spreading their subordinates everywhere, they stumbled into the main issue. How could they guarantee that their underlings would follow their orders when they were far away? The only thing that could prevent that was money, loots, coins. But they were not really rentable, and their funds were not infinite.
So for the next decades, they mainly operated inside the Massalia Kingdom but still managed to become the biggest gang of the capital and its surroundings. Unfortunately, the original group of leaders died of old age, injuries or were simply murdered, creating chaos amongst the ranks. And it was at that moment that someone arrived and changed everything. His name was never revealed to us, but he was called the Intendant. He supplied a massive amount of gold to that group of criminals, so much that it would have appeared reckless to anyone else.
But he had heard about the original plan and was immensely tempted by its potential. A group of criminals, thieves, murderers, and kidnappers controlling the entire dark side of the law. And not just the Massalia Kingdom, but everywhere. The Synnada Empire, the dwarven kingdoms and even the elves were grasped by it. It is still incredibly weird to think that it happened. As for your first question, the link with the two colors, black and white, it happened barely a thousand years ago. At that …”