Seriyu was sitting in his throne room, brooding when he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Enter," he shouted. In walked in Hudson, who bowed low as he neared the throne.
"He is here." Hudson reported. Seriyu smiled evilly.
"Send him in."
Hudson left to do as he was ordered. Seriyu sat back in his throne with a triumphant look on his face. 'Perfect,' he thought to himself.
Seriyu looked up so see a man walk in the room. The man looked to be about sixty something years old, although his appearance lied about his age. The man was actually quite young, around twenty five, but only a few people knew his true age. The man was wearing haggard looking clothes that had seen better days. His grey hair was dirty and tousled. His face was plastered with dirt as well and he wore an eye patch over his left eye. His name was Broadway, but everyone called him The Illusionist, for certain reasons. The Illusionist entered the room slowly and stood before Seriyu, assessing him with his gaze.
"I'm glad you decided to come." Seriyu said rising and walking toward the man.
"You promised it would be worth my while." The Illusionist commented in a strong voice. The sound of his voice surprised Seriyu, because of his worn appearance, a person expected his voice to be quiet and frail, but it was the exact opposite.
"So it will be, if you do as I ask and get me what I desire, then whatever you want shall be granted to you." Seriyu promised.
"Anything I want?" The Illusionist questioned with interest.
"Anything."
"Fine, I will help you." The Illusionist said. Seriyu smiled in delight as he went and seated himself back on his throne.
"Perfect, now what I want done…"
"I already know." The Illusionist interrupted. Seriyu looked stunned.
"You do?" He questioned.
"Yes, you want what is under Talpa's throne. And the only way to get it, is to have a direct member of the bloodline of Talpa to open it. The only person, alive who fits that description is his daughter, Sakura." The Illusionist stated knowingly. Seriyu blinked in surprise.
"Yes," he managed to get out. "And she…"
"Hates you for certain reasons. She is also currently married to a Ronin Warrior. Ryo of the Wildfire, if I'm not mistaken."
"So you know why the little ronin hates me?" Seriyu asked curiously.
"Yes, I do. Can't say I blame the girl." The Illusionist replied scathingly.
"Yes, how did you know all of that?" Seriyu asked amazed.
"I am the Illusionist, I know all." He commented.
"Well then, you know what must be done." Seriyu assumed.
"I have already taken the first steps in ensuring that you get what you want." The Illusionist replied. "Don't worry, you will get what you want, and then I shall receive what I want."
"And what is it that you want?" Seriyu asked leaning forward with interest.
"I will tell you when the time is right." The Illusionist replied cryptically.
Seriyu shook his head in confusion. "So how are you going to get Sakura to open the door?"
"I have my ways." He replied. "All you need to worry about is fulfilling your part of the deal."
"Then I guess all we need to do is wait," Seriyu assessed. The Illusionist nodded in agreement as Seriyu moved toward him and the two men walked out of the room. Seriyu dreaming of finally ruling the world; The Illusionist dreaming of his future reward.