"You'll have to be careful, my sweet. No one will recognize you but my daughter. Your children she won't recognize but you she'll know at a glance." The man, Omar Derivalle, said to his pupil.
He enjoyed seeing her in her little Haven school girl uniform.
"Of course, Master." She said with that smooth, cultivated purr she had modulated as her voice, as she had grown up.
He ran a hand over her coal black hair that faded to gray at the ends. Her gold eyes were fixed on his dark blue ones. "You won't fail me, will you?"
Cinder Fall shuddered. The Master was not one to be gentle when he was angry. He handed her the package he wanted delivered.
"Good girl. Of course you won't. You know better." He said, comparing his two favorite girls.
Of the two, Dahlia has been his favorite. Her talents were innate and in great quantity. Her training with him was close and... extensive. And after all, she was his flesh and blood.
But she was off being a deviant.
Cinder was never so brave.
And technically since he had sold her years before, she wasn't his any longer.
"This will be your triumph, Cinder. A testament to me and your Mistress. The power that you will wield will shake Remnant and bring it to its knees before us." She simpered. "I owe it all to you, Master."
He smiled that dangerously gentle smile. "Of course you do."
She owed him everything. He had been wrong. She would always be his.
He, Omar Derivalle, owned her in heart and soul, if not body.
As he owned Remnant and all its secrets.
As he owned his true daughter, whom the world knew better as its most terrifying killer.
Faceless.