Thread: Death is no Friend (Google & JadedDarling)

Count Dominic Sinclair the Third was the name that he was going by in the court these days, letting people think that he was his own grandson so that he could of course continue to enjoy the title and the positions that he was often appointed too. A hundred years ago he had been gifted the title of course along with some lands and a great deal of wealth by the King when he had returned as the only survivor of a battle that he had won for the kingdom. Sixty years later he spent three decades as the assassin of the king who followed, ensuring that his political enemies were removed from any position they could be a threat at the point of a blade or with a cord around their neck. Now he had returned thirty years later, this time to work as the dueling instructor for the young prince. Of course no one knew about this, he avoided getting portraits made, he always waited a little while before he was seen and would make an effort to look like he aged over time, and of course most who were in the court when he returned hadn't been in attendance before. It had been just over a hundred years ago, the king at the time had wanted more land and there had been a series of terrible and monstrous battles. The king was tied up in what be the most important battle of all but then a far younger Captain Sinclair was sent with five hundred men too delay reinforcements from reaching the opposing forces. They succeeded, they fought and died to the man though they were outnumbered nearly two to one... and Dominic himself lay bleeding out as the last living man on the battle field. He had been drenched in blood in that battle, he had killed men with everything you could every desire on that field, the last one he had drowned in the mud. His life was going to end on this insignificant little patch of land far from his home. It couldn't end this way... And it didn't. Something had reached out to him, a old and forgotten god that had long been discarded by humanity, its final temple had once stood in that very field but eventually had broken down by the elements. Ma'al offered Dominic a chance to survive, not only to just live but to thrive for eternity so long as he was willing to give it what it desired... Dominic was a talented killer and the god wanted someone who would kill for him, so long as Dominic did this he would not only live but he would thrive with the blessings of a god. He limped home over the course of several weeks, killing as he went, regaining his strength, until he eventually stood in the court and was offered rewards for his hard work. A little less then a month he had been employed to teach the young prince how to defend himself with sword, spear, and anything else he might have close at hand should something go wrong. Of course he wasn't just here to serve as a weapons master to the heir... he wanted to kill a member of the royal family. For over a hundred years he had served them and now he grew tired of murdering peasants, whores, and minor members of the court... he wanted to kill the prince but he wanted the prince the be able to defend himself so it will at least be interesting. That day he was wearing silks and leather, dark grey and black being his preferred colors in this, he dressed in a manor that was practical but followed the fashions to an extent and already the prince was emulating him in his manner of dress though clearly dressing much more colorfully then his instructor did. That day the prince had been particularly insistent about wearing a certain ring though Dominic had quickly stopped that, in sword play it would really ruin a grip. Prince Galltan had of course followed his instructions after a little but of protesting... it had struck Dominic as unusual but it didn't matter, the prince followed. Little did Dominic know that the princess was returning that day nor did he suspect the significance of the rings, all that mattered were the lessons, trying to turn the prince from a child who would blindly swing a blade with no skill in the last into a man who knew how to carefully draw an opponent in and end them with ease. A break had just been ordered, wine was being enjoyed as Dominic instructed Galltan about he had done wrong in their most recent bout. He was talking down to the prince a little bit, he got away with more then anyone else in the court could because he was the man who was able to strike the prince unlike any other. That was when the princess had arrived and in an instant Dominic had changed his mind, the prince didn't matter at all. He would kill the princess, he would fuck and then kill the princess, nothing else mattered, he was drawn to her right away. Of course Dominic rose rose and bowed before her even as the prince slouched up to his own feet, tired from even the mornings sparring. Princess. He greeted her smoothly, looking her over as he straightened, the prince having trouble catching his breath. His eyes were also drawn over to the girl beside the princess, a pretty little slave girl... perhaps when done with the princess he would take her home and toy with her for a little while.