"Matthew, I need you to go to Confusion; spy on him, confront him, coerce him, do whatever it take I want to know if he was involved."
Knock knock. Iamthey spun around to see Hotshotesquire enter the room. He looked back, and it was Matthew-Kaine gone. On his desk was a black rose and a note.
"Shit!" Dragonclaw has been murdered."
Hotshot unceremoniously announced.
"So I heard. What do we do
now? TheVoiceofReason has been killed, now our Head of Omega,
Dragonclaw."
"Not to mention your failing administration,"
Hotshot mumbled.
"Hey, you keep that garbage to yourself. Stop
this senseless jealousy."
"You stole the empire from me!"
"I
am sorry, did I hear that right? I stole it from you?! I know things
about this world that would get you killed. You were not in the place
to rule this empire, I had to take Dogbert's place."
"Dogbert
would have never approved of this!"
"Hotshot, you are probably
right, but then again he was killed. I ask that you trust my
judgement. The last thing I need in the world is another
enemy."
"Very well." With that, Hotshotesquire stormed out
of the room.
Iamthey examined the letter that lay before him. It was written on old parchment, and it was enclosed by a wax seal molded with the mark of a rose. He opened it.
I have left to complete the task you have asked of me; I however caution you to be careful in your journies. The enemy you seek is an Elite named Viggy.
With that, Iamthey left to see the body of his fallen advisor. When he arrived at the Slum based hidden archive, the lights were out and there were no police. Odd, Iamthey said to himself as he walked up the path to the door. The recent use of his powers had made Iamthey much more aware; he could now sense something, something dark, something evil. What would come to be the very ending of HA.