It was a gruesome sight on display before the main door of Cosmo Beach. Two men, their expensive suits now soiled with blood and dirt, were bowing on the ground in prayer position; eyes empty in death turned up to the door in supplication. Rigor mortis had made their limbs heavy throughout the night but still their hands were clasped together at their chest, frozen there. Literally. Each man sported a round hole in his throat, the obvious cause of death.
Each man was known for doing business with Tommy Hill Figure.
It had been a rough night for JZ and SD?brothers involved in a rich underworld business together. They ran a few clubs that catered to some of the shadier members of RhyDin?s nightlife and served as a front for a drugs and weapons operation. It had taken Jewell weeks to procure a meeting with them under a created alias. She had networked, bribed, manipulated, coaxed, and used every ounce of sex appeal in her 5?4? frame in order to get herself seated across from them in a small, heavily guarded room in the back of one of their clubs.
Provocative businesswoman was the role and she played it well, she played every role she ever assumed well. Ruby red hair was wavy and teased for that ?I just had some of the best sex of my life? look. Glamour hid her prominent fey attributes, rounding her ears out in the guise of humanity and softening the otherworldliness of her features. Round eyes were of a brilliant green, holding a bit of an edge to show them that she meant business. Her impressive bust, enhanced with the same magic that hid who she was from all eyes, was barely contained in her buttoned up shirt. Legs, lengthened for this mission to give her an extra few inches that were only improved by a pair of killer stilettos, were barely hidden by a leather skirt that newly defined mini.
Still, the brothers were not stupid. After being fully frisked (a wasted effort, as she had told Issy earlier in the week: her body was a weapon), she was led into the backroom where one rather large man with a gun stood guard at the closed door. Fortunately, there weren?t any cameras?pesky illusion-piercing pieces of technology. Jewell took everything in as she presented the proposal she had created for the two men for a new nightclub that she would technically own but they could utilize as front for their less-than-legal operations.
As she spoke, she weaved a spell that would prove to be their undoing. It was a spell she had made taboo for herself long ago with a promise that she would never use it against anyone, never twist anyone?s mind with her magic. That promise was brushed aside out of necessity this night as she wrapped the three men in the room up in her magical embrace, bending their hearts and minds to absolute devotion and obedience to her. It wasn?t easy, not when she was hiding her own identity with glamour as well and upholding a conversation, but she did so flawlessly. By the end of a half-hour, all three men would willingly lay down their lives for her with just a word?s command. Ah, glamour: that tricksy magic that could seduce the hearts of mortal men, driving them wild with desire for a faerie lass, giving them completely over to her will while in the depths of their mind they screamed in silence against their magically-made prison of manipulation.
With the men under her full control, the group of four left the little back room together. The only indication that they had ever been there was a single paper left on the table, a warning left behind for others: Thank Tommy Hill Figure for the deeds done tonight. The guard was left behind in the club, still under her enchanting magic, as the two men followed her out into the streets. If anything appeared out of the ordinary about the situation, no one said anything, especially not after a slight glance from wicked green eyes silenced them. She needed to get them out of the club to kill them, she reasoned with herself, and using glamour had been the most efficient way to do so. She?d have to forgive herself for broken promises later because now she had a job to do and it was taking all of her focus and magic to accomplish it.
She led the men in a slow, winding way towards Cosmo Beach, stopping them to the side of the road a few hundred yards away from the familiar mansion. Without a single word of warning, she turned to the nearest brother, JZ, and forced a spear of ice?conjured from the very air?through his throat. The man gurgled and fell to his knees, blood spilling forth from the wound and his lips. His brother watched on impassively just as Jewell told him to do before she repeated the same attack on him. With both men on their knees in the throes of death, she released her magical hold on them. They were too far-gone to make any meaningful attack on her, light feet dancing her out of their grasps. Just before they died, she got close enough to whisper: ?This is what you get when you work with Tommy Hill Figure.?
When they departed from this world for the next the ice spears dissipated, leaving them with nice round holes in their necks. Jewell spent the next hour, in the dark of late night, painstakingly carrying each dead man?a rough task in itself?to the front of Cosmo Beach and positioning them there as she pleased. All her movements were hidden once more with the ever-useful art of glamour. She left no further warning for Tommy besides the bodies: he would know.
When done, she departed wearily from the area to head back to the Scathachian Sanctuary, her body pushed beyond its capabilities with the magic she had expended all night. As she neared the Sanctuary, the illusion she had crafted for herself faded away into the night, leaving behind the familiar blue-haired fey. Only when she entered her current room did she release that distant hold on the guard, by now retiring to bed himself. He would not be able to explain why he allowed his two bosses to go out into the night alone with a strange woman or anything incriminating that she had done. He would only really remember, dream about for weeks perhaps, a pair of enchanting green eyes.
Her dreams would not be so kind.
Each man was known for doing business with Tommy Hill Figure.
It had been a rough night for JZ and SD?brothers involved in a rich underworld business together. They ran a few clubs that catered to some of the shadier members of RhyDin?s nightlife and served as a front for a drugs and weapons operation. It had taken Jewell weeks to procure a meeting with them under a created alias. She had networked, bribed, manipulated, coaxed, and used every ounce of sex appeal in her 5?4? frame in order to get herself seated across from them in a small, heavily guarded room in the back of one of their clubs.
Provocative businesswoman was the role and she played it well, she played every role she ever assumed well. Ruby red hair was wavy and teased for that ?I just had some of the best sex of my life? look. Glamour hid her prominent fey attributes, rounding her ears out in the guise of humanity and softening the otherworldliness of her features. Round eyes were of a brilliant green, holding a bit of an edge to show them that she meant business. Her impressive bust, enhanced with the same magic that hid who she was from all eyes, was barely contained in her buttoned up shirt. Legs, lengthened for this mission to give her an extra few inches that were only improved by a pair of killer stilettos, were barely hidden by a leather skirt that newly defined mini.
Still, the brothers were not stupid. After being fully frisked (a wasted effort, as she had told Issy earlier in the week: her body was a weapon), she was led into the backroom where one rather large man with a gun stood guard at the closed door. Fortunately, there weren?t any cameras?pesky illusion-piercing pieces of technology. Jewell took everything in as she presented the proposal she had created for the two men for a new nightclub that she would technically own but they could utilize as front for their less-than-legal operations.
As she spoke, she weaved a spell that would prove to be their undoing. It was a spell she had made taboo for herself long ago with a promise that she would never use it against anyone, never twist anyone?s mind with her magic. That promise was brushed aside out of necessity this night as she wrapped the three men in the room up in her magical embrace, bending their hearts and minds to absolute devotion and obedience to her. It wasn?t easy, not when she was hiding her own identity with glamour as well and upholding a conversation, but she did so flawlessly. By the end of a half-hour, all three men would willingly lay down their lives for her with just a word?s command. Ah, glamour: that tricksy magic that could seduce the hearts of mortal men, driving them wild with desire for a faerie lass, giving them completely over to her will while in the depths of their mind they screamed in silence against their magically-made prison of manipulation.
With the men under her full control, the group of four left the little back room together. The only indication that they had ever been there was a single paper left on the table, a warning left behind for others: Thank Tommy Hill Figure for the deeds done tonight. The guard was left behind in the club, still under her enchanting magic, as the two men followed her out into the streets. If anything appeared out of the ordinary about the situation, no one said anything, especially not after a slight glance from wicked green eyes silenced them. She needed to get them out of the club to kill them, she reasoned with herself, and using glamour had been the most efficient way to do so. She?d have to forgive herself for broken promises later because now she had a job to do and it was taking all of her focus and magic to accomplish it.
She led the men in a slow, winding way towards Cosmo Beach, stopping them to the side of the road a few hundred yards away from the familiar mansion. Without a single word of warning, she turned to the nearest brother, JZ, and forced a spear of ice?conjured from the very air?through his throat. The man gurgled and fell to his knees, blood spilling forth from the wound and his lips. His brother watched on impassively just as Jewell told him to do before she repeated the same attack on him. With both men on their knees in the throes of death, she released her magical hold on them. They were too far-gone to make any meaningful attack on her, light feet dancing her out of their grasps. Just before they died, she got close enough to whisper: ?This is what you get when you work with Tommy Hill Figure.?
When they departed from this world for the next the ice spears dissipated, leaving them with nice round holes in their necks. Jewell spent the next hour, in the dark of late night, painstakingly carrying each dead man?a rough task in itself?to the front of Cosmo Beach and positioning them there as she pleased. All her movements were hidden once more with the ever-useful art of glamour. She left no further warning for Tommy besides the bodies: he would know.
When done, she departed wearily from the area to head back to the Scathachian Sanctuary, her body pushed beyond its capabilities with the magic she had expended all night. As she neared the Sanctuary, the illusion she had crafted for herself faded away into the night, leaving behind the familiar blue-haired fey. Only when she entered her current room did she release that distant hold on the guard, by now retiring to bed himself. He would not be able to explain why he allowed his two bosses to go out into the night alone with a strange woman or anything incriminating that she had done. He would only really remember, dream about for weeks perhaps, a pair of enchanting green eyes.
Her dreams would not be so kind.