Agony Silence strode down the hallways, cloak flowing behind him. He was in an especially good mood, thanks to his own genius idea. This was by far the best idea he had ever come up with in the last two hundred years. This was his chance to be known in the world as a hero for all those evil, and not the loser who invented vodka on a stick. He still believed that if people would try it, they would find vodka on a stick revolutionary, but those days were behind him. Now, he was focusing on one thing and one thing alone; Darquesse. He had seen her in action, not for long, but he had seen her. He watched her during the battle between her and Lord Vile. They were magnificent. Blood was spilt and replaced, injuries were given and received. The fight looked like a complicated dance with carefully choreographed moves that hurt the opponent. That was when he realise he needed her. He needed Darquesse to be his soldier.
One of the down sides to his plan, however, was idiot sidekick It. It did not have a name, gender or personality. It was simply It. The only mildly distinctive feature It had, was It's flame red skin and other than that, It was totally forgettable. Silence had wanted an army of blood thirsty monsters that kill the enemy in an instant. But his budget was tight, so all he could afford was It. It came up to his shoulder and had basically no use apart from making the tea. But Silence, being what he thought was a genius, had found a useful thing for It to do. Silence was tracking down Darquesse, so he had sent It after her. Every day, It would phone Silence and tell him news of Cain, who would soon become Darquesse. All Silence had to do was wait for news, good or bad.
He took this opportunity to gaze at his inventions and ideas. There was vodka on a stick, which was a bottle of vodka gaffa taped to a bamboo pole, the food carrier (a waste paper bin strapped to your head with food inside), the unlimited marshmallow supply, which was just a long stick with marshmallows on, and many more. Silence loved these inventions, but couldn't understand why everyone else thought they were lame.
Suddenly, cracks appeared in the floor, and Billy-Ray Sanguine melted up through the floor. Silence gave him a quick nod, clearly eager to start business. "Mr Sanguine. May I just say-"
Sanguine's phone cut him off. He didn't seem to notice Silence's twitching face, as he was deep in conversation. "Kyoya. Yeh, I'm with him now. Have ya- oh good. Is everythin workin alright? Nice. Ok, got to go now, but keep me updated. Yeh, I do realise ya can only phone at this time. Bye." He hung up and turned back to Silence. "Have you been keepin an eye on Cain as ya promised?"
"Yes, It is seeing to that."
"That little red thing? Ya sure it'll do the job?"
"Positive."
"And, do ya have my money? I don't like to be kept waitin."
Silence picked up a black suitcase. Sanguine opened it, and counted the fifty pound notes. "Yeh, it's all here. How did you get it, though, I thought you were broke?"
"I borrowed it off a friend. Well, he wasn't much of a friend. And I didn't exactly borrow it."
"Doesn't matter to me. Money's money, after all."
Silence was about to smile, then he remembered who he was talking to. "Is the portal working?"
"Seems to be. Ten mages have already been through it, so all we have to do now is wait for Cain to go through."
"Should It follow her?"
"Yeh."
"Now all we have to do is wait."
Billy-Ray Sanguine smiled, but Silence didn't understand why exactly. "Well, there's been a bit of a problem. I lied, you see. You will not be part of my plans to own Darquesse. You, have no place here."
Silence stumbled back and fell over the table. He was terrified, as he knew what happened next. "But I paid you! I helped you! Please, let me live. I don't have a family, but I could start one, and then you would be responsible for killing the father of my unborn children from a wife who I don't have yet!"
"I'm not the smartest guy in the word, Silence, but even I can see your logic is idiotic and useless." Sanguine drew his razor, and made a swipe at Silence's face. He yelped and crashed into his worthless experiments. Cursing, Sanguine drove the blade into Silence's arm. He howled in pain as Sanguine sliced his right cheek, a red line of blood beginning to pour out. Silence was curled up on the floor, sobbing tears that mixed with blood before they hit the floor. Sanguine stood up, allowing this brief moment of triumph to wash over him. He strode over to Silence, staring at him with the black pits of darkness he had for eyes. He grabbed Silence by the collar, and pulled him up against the wall, like he had seen in James Bond. The razor gleamed as he plunged it into the shivering man's chest. His pupils widened and he fell to the ground, limp and covered in blood.
Sanguine walked over and gave his blade a gentle tug out of the corpse. He wiped it on his shirt, put it in his belt and sank through the ground. That had been easier than he had thought, as he had got the false impression that Silence was an inventor. One thing was certain, though. That had been probably the most dramatic death he had ever orchestrated. Now, for the Cain girl. Or rather, Darquesse.