Chapter 399 - Dei (2/2)
”N-nothing, my hand is ruined, Sugar isn't in a position to sing, we're but broken individuals wasting breath on the planet.”
”No, my dear Dei, you have more than thee understands.”
”I'm not going to sell myself, that is off-limits,” her right hand sloppily moved to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.
”In no way would I ask such a thing. Besides, I doubt thee to have any clientele.”
”Awfully rude for a gentleman.”
”I meant it in jest, please, don't think it harshly.”
”Whatever, out with it, what do you want?” the otherwise listless gestures grew energetic.
”You and Sugar's soul,” the smirk had her shudder.
”S-soul?”
”Not literally, I only want to have thee work to compensate for the service I'm to provide.”
”What kind of work?”
”A work at retribution, a band of those who were ousted, a band of rejects. Sugar, you, we need a drummer, and Emi Muko, heard of her?”
”The one who had her virtue opened to the world to see?”
”Yes, her, I've employed Scott as her manager. I want to make her the better version of Aceline, and what better way than to have the original killed.”
”…” bobbed left to right, the darkened aura around her mind soon came as a yes, ”-I want Aceline to die, please, have her killed.”
”The contract has been made,” smiled Staxius with a hovering screen, ”-put thy finger and we shall have the job started.”
”I'm s-sorry,” breathing a laugh, ”-BUT THIS IS RETRIBUTION!” *beep, contract, accepted.*
”Éclair, have a high-priority order sent. I want Elliot in Alphia within three hours; the target is Superstar Aceline.”
”Order Confirmed,” he stood with the hands resting.
”Dei, I welcome you to Phantom. We'll leave for Dostein after the concert is over and take Sugar even if it needs brute force.”
”…” The figure remained stuck in place, ”-getting cold feet?” asked he.
”PLEASE, DON'T, HAVE IT CANCELLED!” she screamed, ”- I want revenge, but not like this. I pressed and agreed, but I don't want her to die, PLEASE, DO SOMETHING.”
”Nothing can be done,” a shook of the head followed the displeasing words, ”-Aceline will die one way or the other. Thee chose it for thyself,” lighting a cigar, ”-go and walk off the confusion, I'll be back later.”
The order arrived instantly at Phantom's Headquarters. Elliot was called upon from the espionage mission on a local gang. ”What's the status, Lady Cake?” he asked walking towards the hangar.
”A mission ordered by the Boss came from Alphia. We're setting up transport,” came through the radio.
”Look,” said Knightfall, ”-the target is a Superstar. I wonder how many fans will cry after her death.”
”Damn,” said jumping onto a bike, going from one place to another needed vehicles for the place was too large, ”- I enjoyed her songs too.”
The XR-T0 Black-Bird Version, a tremendous improvement on the flightless jet bought so long ago. The gem and culmination of Phantom's technology and research. A pilot from Sotepios waited in his flight-attire.
”Good morning, Sir Elliot, we're readied for takeoff at your discretion.”
”Let's do it then,” armed and ready, the runway roared as if an erupting volcano.
The event continued as predicted, the crowd all but grew denser. Staxius remained close-by, watching from a biased point of view. The music sounded nice but wasn't great, it lacked originality. Arms crossed; he eyed the skies as if waiting for a rainy day.
”Oh come on,” mild arguments came from the dressing room.
”Lady Aceline, please understand that our singer is better suited for this type of performance. We agreed to perform as one on stage, but thy refusal for repetition forced our hands. In no way can Riot afford to have the fans be subject to an unprepared artist,” voiced the Leader loudly.
”Mind thy tongue,” returned she with a disgusted expression, ”-this is nothing but promotion for the next movie. Long are the days where I have to fatigue myself from performing. We'll do as I say, I'll take the lead on the first two songs, then do as you wish, I have an appointment later.”
”My lady, please understand,” interjected Tolm, ”-our leader only wants the first song to be a success. We can carry the energy from the hyped crowd over to an entertaining night, doesn't it sound nice?”
”Shut up,” stood she with a light bulb crashing at the back, ”-do as I say, else.”