I torture you, I'm a slave to your games, I'm just a sucker for pain.
I wanna chain you up, I wanna tie you down, I'm just a sucker for pain.
Jester
What a perfect day for punishment. The red-head thought to himself, perched on the roof of a clown car driven by one of his clones. Resting back on his palms, his golden eyes staring up at the gloomy sky above, the desolate land stretching around him for miles. The car would halt, meaning that he had arrived at the location specified in their intelligence, a hundred and fifty miles northeast of the curse lands border - a short distance from the base of The Forsaken Devil's guild. He stayed there on the roof of the car, humming idly to himself as he waited for the arrival of the Errings Rising member who would be joining him on this little endeavour.
He could have handled this by himself but alas, he was an Ace of the guild and that meant doing the duty bestowed to him by his Queenie. Which meant for the sake of guild matters, occasionally working with others. He didn't mind, as long as the other didn't get in his way this would be just fine. Oh how he hoped it was a little someone fun to play with, maybe as delightfully interesting as Oakey, the Music man or his chaotic Queenie. The task at hand would be the punishment and ultimate eradication of the Forsaken Devils, who had taken it upon themselves to challenge Errings Risings status. Apparently, the dark guild the clown belong to had grown to such status, that other dark guilds were attempting to quash them. To take their place amongst the elite of dark mages that wondered the earth. Pathetic really. The four members of the guild that they had slained were little more than henchmen without a home, but still, this could not go unanswered. And eye for an eye as they saw, or in this case... a much more uneven exchange. The Forsaken Devils would soon come to rue the day that chose Errings Rising as an enemy, Jester would make sure of that. Not for long though, they wouldn't be alive long enough to truly suffer in existential regret. A shame really, Jester could really use a new plaything.
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