House Of Lies [Job] [Vox x Mythica]

The scenery of rolling plains was a blur from within the train’s cabin, as its mighty engines roared with life and carried it towards the capital, to Crocus itself. It was luxuriously decorated, fitting for the wealthy and high-born to keep them entertained for hours of constant travel. Wine, food, large screen televisions and a small back room for more, intimate activities. The journey was coming to an end soon, the sight of the city upon the horizon as the train carried its nefarious cargo and ignorant citizens. Two people to soil the name of a good man, and hand a government chair to corruption and abuse. In this story, there would be no hero to raise up and speak out against injustice, only the subtle raise of a tainted soul.

Today however, the cabin itself and the next three down the line were all reserved; all for the sake of the two people seated within it and the man on the screen before them, Thomas Stone. A blonde haired man with a lean frame, blue eyes, and a polite smile. His face was kind and patient, even while the words he spoke with his silver tongue were far from pure and kind.  

Seated upon one of the chairs as Vox, in the form of a plain looking male with typical brown hair and eyes, dressed with a simple dress shirt and pants as he flipped through the pages as he listened to Stone prattle on about how it was imperative nothing was traced back, and that his opponent wasn’t killed. Beyond that, it seemed as if nothing else truly mattered.

Vox read silently at the detailed reports on the rival’s family, wife and children. A wife who is thought to be wanting something more, children experimenting, his gaze shifted towards the woman at his side that Stone had chosen for the mission as well. On his own, he could ruin the politician with ease, but it would be far more interesting to see if the lady had a more entertaining way than the typical scandalous affairs that Stone was hinting at.

“ The deadline is the most troubling thing of all it seems … A week, sure time to set up more evidence to lend weight to it. But only twenty four hours. One would have to do the dirty work, the other prepare things for it to be believable. An easy but boring fix, could be merely to kill steal his wallet, purchase a motel room. Kill a hooker in there and have it linked back to him. Just enough to raise eyebrows and doubt, while giving us time to add onto more throughout the week perhaps. ”

Post # 1, WC = 451

Mr. Stone’s hand dismissed both of their comments with disinterest, his other one already picking up a folder as he set to work on something else. “You already have the terms. No killing him, it raises too many suspicions. Deal with it, ensure it doesn’t trace back to me. Beyond that, I don’t care what you do. So long as it's done and in the news tomorrow. Now get to it, I have an election to win.”  

With that, the screen turned blank as the feed was cut off. Leaving the two of them alone as the train plowed onwards. “So.” Vox started, ignoring the sneer that had been sent his way as he turned his unremarkable face towards the… teenager? To his side. Either that, or she was what the humans would be considered ancient and longed to feel young again.

“ I’m the same as Stone, so long as the job gets done; doesn’t matter how.”

Vox responded with a light shrug as he put away the dossier that had been given to them. “You can call me Fredrick, but as long as we get paid do things as you wish. Seduce the son, get him hoped up on drugs and convince him to rape the sister. Get the father drunk, sleep with you and release the sex tape of him potentially being with an under aged girl. Kidnap the wife and have him do something to ruin his own good name, yadda yadda yadda.” Vox’s hands slipped the paperwork into the suitcase he had brought and rose to his feet before sending a polite smile towards the young girl. “So, any of that sound fun to you?”

Nut Case… Vox thought to himself upon seeing the sinister sight before him. A seemingly young girl, with the ticking clock of an eye and fanged maw happily suggesting the slaughter of innocent people as sport. … This is going to be fun. “Then the headlines would most likely, lean towards his entire family being slaughtered and build sympathy for him. ‘Oh, look someone murdered his family.. They must really fear him!’ “

Vox responded in a high pitched, feminine tone. Eyes watching the tick, tick of the clock. “If you want to strangle his daughter by his son’s intestines, there has to be some sort of build up. To create a reason for the media to throw in the suggestion he did it. Have him be seen drinking at a bar, complaining about his family and slowly growing angrier about it… later have a tape catch him purchasing drugs from a back alley and so on. Stuff that isn’t completely obvious at first, but easy enough to find so that as tomorrow goes on more and more stuff is leaked that suggests he could have done it. And if you really want to drive the nail home, leave one of them alive so that they can accuse him of it before succumbing to their injuries. That fun enough for the sadist, or do you wish to explore more painful options for him?”

“How-” He had started to say before a pair of small, soft hands envoloped his own and his gaze was met with the sight of evil incarnate. What would otherwise have been, by human standards, an adorable girl having the expression of a psychotic murderess. As the words slipped out from her lips, he waited. Waited for her to attempt to make him go insane as she stared straight into his own eyes; to his disappointment however it never came.

No assault on his mind, no strange visions or urgings. Nothing at all to hint at an alteration, or did he merely not sense it? His gaze blinked as he watched her skip away towards the window like a schoolgirl, the corners of his lips falling into a frown. Disappointment, that is what he felt at the lack of such an interesting experience of being driven insane. Or at the very least, the attempt of it.

“Gerald, and you may want to start wearing glasses.” He responded as he watched the buildings come into view as the train plowed its way off towards the station.   “So the plan is to get him alone before meeting his family. Give him the seductive eye flutter, then send him off with a knife in hand? Unless you have some illusion based magic I don’t see how you can shift his insane mind to see his family as a threat… Unless, we convince him that the ones inside are shapeshifters, slowly feeding off of his real family locked away.” Vox responded with a slight smile. “Are  you sure you can break his mind with a single glance?”

One of his few, personal reapers stood before Vox within the train. It was the deadliest of them, and also the most captivating. Even without gazing upon any of its distinguishable features and merely looking upon its leather trenchcoated form, he knew who stood before him. It was the relaxed, arrogant posture of such self-assured confidence it was reminiscent of an ancient dragon indulging a fledgling with a game.

As it turned to face him Vox was once again graced with a sight of such beauty it was beyond words to describe. Rolling clouds of interstellar dust, swirling and forming into young stars. Age old beacons of light still shining bright after billions of year, the nebulas aglow with creation of new planets and life. It was the sight of creation and destruction on a cosmic scale, a sympothy of the ages to witness. It was Celestine, the lost celestial. The first and greatest of his creations, and one of the only things which the very sight of had the claws of terror caressing his throat.

Even quicker than she had appeared, the sight vanished and was replaced with the little girl before him. A dimming eye, ticking down the seconds looked upon him. His face was stoic, however pale as not even his self control could keep the sight of a freed Celestine before him, from forcing his mortal flesh from reacting to the sensation of inevitable destruction.

“... Yay... Most people would say ‘Fuck you’ right about now…. Allow me to add my name to that list..” Vox said before taking a breath to steady his beating heart. “So. Plan is to get him to see visions until he goes insane, butchers his family, then have the cops arrive? It might take awhile… I could get him alone, and have a replacement take over for him until you finish breaking him.”