Master of the house: Endeavor...
Here I send you this letter to inform you that I have listened to the offer your son has made. I formally accept the position and I am proud to be your future right-hand man.
In agreement, Sir Bakugou…
Icy blue eyes scanned the cream colored page with pretty writing, fingers trailed the words that described the pride in this man's chest and a wide smirk went from coast to coast across his lightened face.
Endeavor read through the letter over and over again, his fiery brows furrowing in a mischievous way. Since the moment that beast arrived the master of the house knew that he was worthy of such a position. The boy's power, bravery and ambitious character seemed perfect for the role.
"It is the perfect plan, Enji Todoroki. You are getting closer and closer to your desires, soon enough more power will be at your door."
Endeavor smirked at the voice emerging from the darkness of his office. "Yes, Tomura, and once I get my wish you will be granted yours..."
"This is not how things work, King... For me to fulfill your desire you should sacrifice something personal."
The man's smirk faltered. "I have sacrificed my pride and my strength for you... Isn't that enough?"
"You know what I truly need, and you won't get a thing from me until I get what I want."
"Still you know it is-!"
"Impossible! What were you thinking?!"
The Master of the house raised his gaze to find a tall female figure leaning on the door with her arms crossed over the tight gown she wore and her red eyes glaring at him. A burning sensation rolled down his spine and his arms, resulting from the anger of hearing that woman's voice.
"I was thinking right, Mitsuki..." His words dropped like venom. "He has the power needed for such a position and, besides that, he has accepted the offer!"
The woman with the red gaze stomped her way towards the antique desk and toppled the ink on top of it. "And you should have never offered it to an animal like him! That position was meant to belong to someone like your general! That beast is meant to be in a cage, with his harsh attitude and his venomous pride, and not besides a great hero like yourself Enji-!"
Endeavor stood from his desk, crumpling the official letter in his hand, the fire in his brow growing and a trail of sarcasm following a certain word in his speech. "You know your worth in this place, miss Mitsuki… and that includes calling me only by my viscount name: Endeavor..."
The woman gritted her teeth. "Don't you dare tell me about my place in this mansion... You know the knife I have for you in my grasp if you do something to me..."
The man let his fire calm down, staring at the angry woman and using his usual skip key. "Why is your anger so prominent at a man you've never met?"
Mitsuki backed away from the desk. Her chest tightened in a frightening way, her palms became sweaty and she felt as if she were going to faint. "I... I'm just speaking of the wrong decision you have made! His ambition will drag your position to hell!"
Endeavor walked around the table, stopping in front of the small woman and glaring down at her. He was of the most conviction and she knew that nothing could stop him. "I know what I am doing as the ruler of my own palace... And he is the better choice as my right hand man..."
The woman, despite her height, looked up at the man. It was a defying measure, but from all her years in that place she knew that nothing could deprive the same ambition she bore, something no wish could take away from the likelihood of her bloodline.
That boy- no, beast, could be a threat to her wish and the dreams she set out to grant. His presence in the mansion and the offering of right hand man could even mean the death of her... If the master were to find out the reality of it all...
"I shall accept your naivetes then... Like you said: you are the king of this palace and your choice shall be the correct one at all times." Mitsuki placed a hand on Endeavor's chest, tracing the vest's opening and her eyes setting in subtle lust. "And if you could do just one choice for me at this moment, would it be a bother to your consciousness?"
Endeavor smirked widely, grabbing the woman's waist. "What shall your desire be?"
"Take me down to the underground... I am in need to see the faces of despair from your new... subjects..."
The master of the house looked up and down the woman's expression, finding no shift or uncertainty. "You are up to no good again it seems, Mitsuki… I shall let you gaze at the faces of despair from our new interns, if it may distract you from other things..."
Just as the man proceeded to grab the soft flesh through the woman's skirt, Mitsuki backed from the grasp and smirked with temptation. "No hint of lust shall be pleased until my desire is accomplished, in which case I will bring Toga with me, for she is delighted with the same sights as me..."
Endeavor gritted his teeth as his hand felt the need to grasp on to every part of that woman and take away all of the luxurious clothes on her body. "Fine... Let us follow the darkest path for night can be a traitor in it's occult."
The woman's red gazed shined in the candlelight.
With Toga in tow, the unlike pair set out to follow the vast halls of the mansion.
They trailed in the darkness of shortcuts and doors of the mansion... Non the less, they couldn't avoid the hall of the training ground, where the master of the house made a halt at the sight of his son and his future right-hand man training.
"Endeavor... why are you stopping?" Mitsuki reclaimed, a certain panic rising in her chest at the same sight of the pair. "They will see your figure... and ours."
Yet, the master of the house didn't listen to his mistress, watching as his own son didn't dare use the power inherited from him to show off in front of the other. "I wonder why I created such a... boy, because that is all that he is... Reluctant to use the great power given to him by his father... What a waste..."
Toga spoke with her usually cheerful tone. "Yes, very. He doesn't know how useless his ice power is!" She then pointed at Bakugou with certain interest in the way he managed his own talent. "Now, the guest has a very prominent talent! He seems useful at most..."
Mitsuki sighed at the girl's interested tone. "Don't show too much excitement, Toga... He is a danger to our kind, raised in the slums like cattle..."
Endeavor paid interest to the way Bakugou managed his power. "But our dear helper is right, Mitsuki… His power is very prominent, as if taught by a great teacher. How old is he?"
The woman trembled slightly, unsure of what to say, for any wrong word could result in greater suspicion. "I don't-"
"Sir Bakugou is of eighteen years, Viscount Shoto!" Toga answered, receiving a noticeable glare from the mistress.
Endeavor noticed it too, but let it pass slightly. "I'm impressed, Toga. You haven't done this much research since meeting my son!"
Toga blushed in delight. "Oh why thank you, Master. I'm very proud of mys-"
"Let us return to our original destination... I don't want those scums falling asleep before letting me have some fun..." Mitsuki stared back at Toga, motioning for her to walk along while she followed in trail.
The master of the house stood back for a moment, staring curiously at Bakugou and how he fought off the daggers of ice thrown at him by Todoroki.
Eighteen years old...
They arrived in front of a pair of steel doors, sturdy enough to hold back a crowd. Two guards stood at each side with their heavy metal armor and sharp swords, it was the most guarded area in the house.
Endeavor stood in front of the doors as the guards opened them and let them in. Following behind him were the two females with their delighted faces, watching as people behind bars reached for their gowns and insulted their presence. It was merely the appetizer for them.
"I can't get enough of their suffering faces!" Toga grasped on to the mistress' arm and jumped in excitement. "How about you?"
"It is wonderful as it always has been, my darling Toga!"
Endeavor kept his trail steady on his only path. Years ago the prisons in his own mansion would excite him to the brim, making him go down to see the torture and suffering of all those who walked the earth not praising his existence... only All Might's.
Now, the place disgusted him in a way. Something in his heart had softened at the arrival of his heir, but it wasn't much to prevent him from wondering down to the catacombs once in a while.
Once again, the trio stopped at a single steel door, protected by strips of paper with spells written on them, as if to wore off any spirits. Mitsuki watched intensefuly, awaiting to please the urge to see that one person in that place and smirk at the tragedy.
Endeavor opened the door with a small key, letting it slowly settle against an opposite wall and revealing a couple on the ground with shackles and steel around their mouths.
The mistress let go of Toga and slowly stepped towards the pair, kneeling right in front of the female and smiling. "It seems we have a very special subject here..."
The woman wore a torn cooking dress, long brown hair and a pair of eyes with the same color, a distant line in them. The mistress placed a finger under the woman's chin and glanced at her features, smirking in utter delight. Her nails dug deep into the woman's cheeks, drawing blood in their place and causing a painful grunt coming out of the woman's mouth.
"She is a witch from the town..." Endeavor looked away at his next remark, remembering Tomura's words. "I... I was suggested to bring that woman and her husband here for they might be of good help to our mansion..."
"And they will be." Mitsuki looked back at Endeavor and Toga. "Would you give me a moment here, I want to enjoy my time with them alone..."
"As you wish." Endeavor grabbed Toga's arm and pulled her away. "Come on, I'll take you to another ore exciting place."
When she was left alone, Mitsuki grabbed at the chain pulling on the witch's neck, waking her up. The woman's eyes were lit in a purple rim, trying to cast anything that could protect her from the force that pulled at her, but found that no effort could protect her.
Once, she regained her conscious back she met with a pair of red eyes and felt her heart falter. She spoke muffled words in despair.
Mitsuki smirked. "It seems we have met again, witch... It also seems that you might remember me, by the way you gaze at me in such shock, it is a delight!" Her nails dug deeper. "Be glad that Endeavor didn't leave you with the burden of a lonely woman, and let your lover bare the pain with you..."
Despite her shackles, the woman moved and kicked trying to get to the wicked mistress.
Mitsuki watched in delight. "No power of yours shall get you out of this prison, oh grand witch. This is the payment for unleashing a beast into world when I warned you so... Hmph, too bad your daughter can't get you out of here, despite how close she is to you at this moment... What a torture it may be, but a grateful one non the less!"
The woman stopped kicking and fighting, a cold bucket of water thrown on her back. Her eyes widened in shock, granting another bliss on the mistress' list.
"Don't worry she shall meet you in hell soon, for she will fall on my grasp and be in despair..." Mitsuki looked back and then again at the witch. "I shall leave you to your burden now for the night. Goodbye witch!"
The mistress walked through the open steel door, glancing her red gaze at the witch and then closing the steel door.
The witch watched her leave, her breaths quick in fear as she thought of her own daughter in the mansion. What could she do in her reign of shackles and her unconscious husband besides her...?
Until a bulb lit in her mind.
Yes, they had warded off any possibility of saying a spell or casting one with her hands, but there was one thing they hadn't planned... and that was her own mind.
But, Uraraka couldn't have been so reckless, she thought. It was imposible for her to be in such a place... but she had to try.
And with the red gaze in mind, she closed her eyes and ventured her voice and image into her hope.