He looked over at his wife, her training was going better than he expected. They decided that they were going to take the rest of the week off. Jose loved the time with Gunner, but they hadn't seen their son in what felt like ages.
Right now, the boy was playing on the floor. He slid down onto the floor, so he could get a better view.
It was really nice being home. If he had it his way, this war would have been fought years ago. That way he could just focus on this.
"Dad?" His son had forgotten his toys and was now sitting on his leg.
He gave the boy a smile. "You want to play horsey, don't you?"
The boy gave him a big smile and he gave in. He would enjoy this time they had together now. Before the storm hit and blew everyone away.
They were getting ready to move Vik's things. It was kind of hard. Their house would be empty again.
"You got everything?" Ivan asked, as their son pouted.
"I'll be fine. Kitt and Edvin are still moving his some of his stuff out of the State House." He sounded like he would rather be helping them, but they didn't want to raise suspicions. Sure they were just 3 guys living together. But Magnus knew about his son's sexuality. He would know that there was something besides friendship going on. And the last thing that boys needed was the Prime Minister and his wife going after them.
"How did Mrs. Knud take it?" Ivan asked, as he looked on.
His boy let out a chuckle. "Not well. She doesn't know about our relationship, but she didn't like the idea of him being out from under her thumb."
"I hope she wasn't too hard on him. The boy needs some space to grow." He said, finishing up the last box. He was kind of glad that Vik didn't have that much stuff. Mainly, clothes and a couple of trinkets here and there. Most of their things had been destroyed when the guild was demolished.
Vik frowned. "She's probably still giving him shit about it. Ed may look like he can take care of things on his own, but he's very dependent. He always needs someone telling him what to do."
He didn't think about it often, but now he had a confirmation of how things had to work in the bedroom between the three of them. Ivan and him flipped, but most of the time, he was the one on top. In his son's relationship, he had to be somewhere in-between or that he was kind that dominated the bedroom. But that would be silly. Vik was a kind and sensitive boy, there was no way that his son could be top over the three of them. He and Kitt had to swap out for something.
He shook his head, trying to will the thoughts away. When him and his lover had found out about their son's crazy relationship, they had kind of started a bet with each other. Ivan pegged their son as either the submissive one or the dominate one, while had gone with somewhere in the middle of that.
"We need to get all of this on the truck." Ivan said, opening the door. Using a quick spell, the magic popped from one spot onto the truck. He almost glared at Ivan for using his magic so willy nilly, but he knew what was going on. His husband hated dragging things out. He wanted everything done and finished up. The longer that they took moving the boy out, the more Ivan would doubt the decision to do so.
"Do you need one of us there to unpack?" He asked, knowing the answer before he said it.
"No, Kitt, Ed, and I have to figure out where everything goes first." Vik answered.
"Then I guess this is it?" He said, trying not to sound sad.
"Come on dad, you and pops had to know that this day would come someday." The boy commented, a silly smirk on his face.
He looked off to the side. "I knew, but I never imagined that it would be so soon."
"It feels like yesterday, when we found out about you." Ivan said, now he could hear the sadness creeping into his lover's voice.
Vik rolled his eyes. "You make it sound like I'm never going to visit."
He sighed. "You really can't blame us."
The boy gave him a small frown. "Bickslow is kind of bogged down with his work."
"Let's not talk about your brother. This is your day." Ivan interjected.
Ivan was right, he needed to stop thinking about Bickslow, but he couldn't help but worry. His eldest was going off on the wrong path and he just knew it. And from the look of it, he was already too late to stop it.
He laughed to himself as he leaned back into his office chair. Lisanna had been in a much better mood this morning. Maybe he should just come home and ravish her more often.
He smirked to himself. He knew it was more than that, but his wife had no idea that she had found a way for him to lay low when the weekend came. He would have the perfect alibi. Spending time with his daughter for her birthday was the best excuse. All he would have to do was get up and say he was using the bathroom, teleport and be back at home in a matter of seconds.
Flare walked in, looking a little awkward. He could tell how embarrassed she was about what had almost happened last night. "Master, I finished the report."
He took it from her and began to look over it. He had already let her in on his plan of this weekend and advised her to have an alibi as well. She looked away at that almost blushing. If he could read minds, he knew she was probably imagining an alibi that included the two of them doing something dirty.
Everything was going according to plan. Both Knud and Modd were scheduled to speak and the crowd was supposed to be in the thousands.
There was only one problem. Fingerprints. The kill would be done by either himself or Flare and they had to ensure that they were not caught. It would jeopardize their whole operation.
"Do you have the gloves?" He pondered.
She giggled nervously. "I did. I even modified them a little bit." She said digging into that bag that she had brought. He looked up at her questioningly, when had she had the time to come up this these. They had only come up with their plan a couple of days ago. "I made them last night…. after you left."
He tensed up a little. "You could have gone to bed."
She shook her head. "I couldn't sleep. I had to get something off of my mind." She admitted, but didn't say anything else. She didn't need to; he already knew what had been on her mind.
"Why don't we talk about something else. What have you done with the gloves." He asked. He needed to change the subject, off of that. That subject was dangerous.
'Only because you know that I am right and I know what you want.' Cetus said annoyed with him.
'Shut up. You know nothing.' He stated in his mind.
The demon laughed. 'Oh please, I was there last night just as you were. If you didn't think of that white powderpuff, you would have had a much more enjoyable experience.'
He almost growled. 'I would say that it was enjoyable.'
If anything, the demon only howled more. 'You really called that enjoying yourself. If I remember correctly, your mind was elsewhere.' This time he did let out a growl. 'If I remember right, you had another woman on your mind when you came.'
"Try them on and see." She laughed as he sat their puzzled. His mind was still reeling from what Cetus had just said. "Come on, don't be shy about it."
Pulling himself together, he started to put the gloves on. To his shock and awe, they practically disappeared when you had them on. "How?"
She giggled. "They only make it look like your touching the daggers with your bare hands. There is another set of fingerprints on the fingers as well."
He was curious. "Who?"
She grinned. "I got them from the dagger. I got the daggers off of someone in Fiore's army. I snatched them when he wasn't looking. I never got my fingerprints on them, because I was wearing gloves."
He grinned darkly. "That's perfect."
She gave him a large smile. "Well, you said that you would only accept the best and I would never want to stand in your way, Master."
He took the gloves off and crossed his arms. "At least your supportive." She gave him a questioning look. "My family is not too happy with me at the moment."
"If it's about last night, I'm.." She began.
He put his hand up to silence her. "It has nothing to do with last night. They just wish that I put my family before my job."
"But everything you do is for them. They have to know that." She said, looking stunned.
"You would think, but no. I'm the bad guy because I'm never home." He sighed.
"Is that why you're taking the weekend off? If so, I can always do the mission myself." The redhead said.
He thought it over for a second. "As much as I would love to take you up on that offer, we both need to be there. Someone has to distract the guards while the other delivers the blow."
She shook her head. "Modd can't be the only target."
He cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"It's going to look very strange if we only go after Modd, so we may have to go after a couple of his guards and one of Magnus's guards. It will make it look like both candidates were attacked by Fiore." She said with a straight face.
He blinked at her a couple of times. "You've really thought this through."
She gave him a sad smile. "I had too. It's the only way that our plan will work."
He sighed. He had always known that they would have to kill more than just Modd, he just didn't want to think about it. "Have you looked over all of the security protocols?"
She nodded. "There will be about 4 guards for each of them. Modd's guard don't look too well trained, so it should be easy."
"That's what the man gets for hiring farmers." He said leaning forward in his chair.
"He was offered trained personal, but refused them. Saying something about government attack dogs." She laughed.
He found himself laughing as well. "Attack dogs, huh. I don't think we are dogs. We don't listen to orders. We make the orders."
She leaned across the table. "What about Magnus?"
He smirked. "What about him? He would be lost without me." If he wasn't around Magnus would have been in hot water, all of his ideas over the past 3 years had come from him. Magnus at this point was just a platform for his ideas. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Have you ever thought of running for office?" Flare asked.
He shook his head. "No, I prefer to pull the strings from behind the scenes. Let Magnus be my stand in, it's more fun that way."
She nodded. "That's understandable. This way Magnus gets all of the fallout."
He smirked. "Exactly. He's the one meant to suffer, just like Fiore."
She arched an eyebrow up. "So his fate will be the same then?"
"Yes. When all of this is said and done, both Fiore and Magnus will be dead. Both are corrupt and must be relieved of their duties. Modd would have been fine if he had tried to step in after the war, but with how things are going, that won't happen. Both countries must be purged." He said, allowing the darkness to hit his voice.
He expected her to move away from him, but she stood still. He could see it in her eyes, she wasn't afraid. She looked thrilled almost. "When would we deal with Magnus?"
He smirked at her. "As soon as we have Fiore cornered, I will call for the strike."
She smiled at him. "Can you imagine the chaos? The streets will be filled with the cries for their fallen leader."
He leaned forward some more. "Only if they still hold him as such, by that point, they will all despise him for putting them through his war." He felt as if he should start chackling.
She leaned forward as well, so much so that their faces were almost touching. "So the crowds will be filled with cheers for the tyrant."
"Exactly. From then on, we can monitor both countries as they choose their new leader." He said, looking directly into her eyes.
She giggled. "What do you mean? We will be choosing for them."
She had a point, the people had chosen the wrong people to run of office. It would be up to them to make the call. "I like the way you think."
He leaned back a bit and looked down at the plans. They would create the perfect world. When all of this was said and done, every government would bow to his will. It was the only a matter of time.
To Be Continued…
Aurthor's Note
Oh Bickslow, your still spending time with Flare, when Lisanna finds out about this, she isn't going to be very happy. The day of Modd's assassination is getting closer, and now it seems like there will be more blood spilt. Bickslow seems to really like the power he has. Poor Ivan and Remy, they are now empty nesters.
Paupus-XD She sure does.