With the new security, provided by Mister Silence's mysterious company, in place, Howe no longer had need of Alain or Guthorm for the more "petty" of problems. Today, Howe was in a particularly good mood. He'd met with the Fangs of Bhaal several weeks back and had formed what was turning out to be a lucrative alliance. Today they had begun the remodeling of the warehouses and docks he'd found for them. Only one hadn't been available, but he was fishing to see if the current owners might be willing to sell. If not, he felt certain he'd find creative ways to change their minds.

He was, however, unfortunately covered in blood currently; surely it would ruin his expensive, tailored suit, but it was for a good a cause. A few feet away the corpse of Lilah Morgan, (former proprietor of Morgan Enterprises), lay in a dead heap on the floor. Her, heart, or what remained of it, had been splattered against the wall, leaving a gory, yet oddly artful, smear across the otherwise pristine surface.

Mister Dewey wasn't going to be pleased by the mess, but Howe was tickled.

Beady eyes roamed over each and every morbid detail, as if he were memorizing it. Perhaps he found in it a grotesque beauty, or maybe he just enjoys the spectacular blood splatter" Whatever the reason, he took several glorious minutes before summoning the bodyguards to drag the remains out back, behind their warehouse and burn it. No need leaving her dead bones lying about, she might just attempt to use them to gain some sort of revenge. If it were Howe in her place, he would.

But for the moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the spectacle. After all" it wasn't every day he gets to slaughter an upper management demon. Sending Lilah back to hell had certainly made his day, hell, his entire week no doubt! Howe rubbed his pudgy thick hands together as a new idea struck him.

Why not put her on display' Let the Watch drag her down and dispose of her"

The gleeful smile found purchase on thin lips and he cackled. Yes, that was the perfect direction to take things. It would make a statement, be a bold re-introduction to the sociopaths that dub Rhy"Din home! Howe was very pleased with his new plan, so pleased in fact he summoned his personal security detail immediately. When they arrived mere seconds later, he outlined his gruesome plan and bid them see it done.

Mister Dewey stepped in just as the guards were picking up the 'remains?. Cool blue eyes shifted over the scene taking in the details but not lovingly as Howe had, no. Disgust was plainly written in his expression. As the guards made a hasty retreat with Lilah in tow, Dewey called for the constructs and set them to cleaning up the mess. He ordered them to replace the furniture and rugs before turning his wrath upon Howe.

Howe simply sat and smirked. He was having too good a day to let anything or any one ruin it. The rich throb of power the Unholy Triumvirate gave him had enjoyed the unleashing as much as Howe had. It ran through him like a wave of pure ecstasy. Not even when Dewey proclaimed Howe was to bear the brunt of the cost in replacing the rug and furniture, did Howe blink. He just smiled and enjoyed the delicious aftermath of sheer unadulterated destruction.

All the while in the back of his thoughts (which he kept tightly locked down) he thought about his partner's betrayal. Howe knew he would get his revenge, but he planned to take his time. Revenge is best served cold, he always liked to say, because then they forget to duck.

Yes, in time, Mister Dewey would pay for nearly letting that creature sent by Veighn devour Howe, but all in good time. Yes, all in good time...