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Hades
Legacy Name: Dacius

The Darkmatter Cadogre
Owner: Amon

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 4 weeks

Born: September 7th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 7th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 102
   
• Strength: 103
   
• Defense: 100
   
• Speed: 100
   
• Health: 100
   
• HP: 100/100
   
• Intelligence: 105
   
• Books Read: 104
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

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Once again Dacius wondered where he pulled the strength from to fight for this pointless cause. Extinguishing the evil. The ways they fought said evil were no less a crime and would deserve just the same punishment. Refusing to fight, refusing the duty was punished with death or worse. Yes, it always was worse. If it was only him, he might have even accepted it, welcomed it. But he had his sister to consider. She was so precious to him, dearer than his own life. Lucis, caressing light in his darkest hours. Until she was strong enough he’d fulfill his role. Leader of one of the detachments of The Order whose job was the dirty business, the killing, the executions. In their twisted way of believes it was the most honorable position. Extinguishing the evil on the front line. Though all people of The Order, male and female alike, were warriors not all were sent to the battle, there had other jobs to be done as well. Guarding, researching, training, manipulating, investigating, torturing the captives,...

Within those limitations that held him he tried his best to change things. For the better. Though no reasoning ever reached the minds and hearts of the leaders. They were so old, so long going on with this fight they long forgot about reasoning. So Dacius was able to do little, way too little for his liking. His resentment for The Order grew day by day. And still, he’d not dare to make a move. He couldn’t. Else everything he’d worked for, every time he had to act against his believes would have been for nothing. Only like this he could ensure his sister could grow up unharmed and uncontaminated by The Orders believes. This was the life he wanted her to have. Never should she have to deal with anything he had to go through. And within her the world was like it should be. Dacius hadn’t filled her mind with his believes but rather took care that she was able to form her own opinion. It turned out her thinking was much like his own. Though it felt stupid he still was so proud of her the moment he noticed. She was indeed his sister and her mind as strong as his. Maybe even stronger than him, he thought, thinking of the way her eyes shone. Dacius was well aware of his sister-complex but he didn’t care. He saw nothing wrong with it.

Though his sister was almost a grown women now, the shapes of the little girl he used to know slowly fading, strong enough that Dacius didn’t need to shield her anymore his hands were still tied. If he did anything that hurt The Orders rules, if he’d get away, run away, like he dreamed every night, Lucis would be the one to receive the punishment. They’d be crueler to her than they’d be with him, just because they knew it would hurt him more than any pain they could cause him physically. And he’d rather kill himself than getting her punished for the crimes he committed. His crimes... as long as he stayed with The Order there was no way he could make up for the real crimes he perpetrated. They’d just continue to pile up, like the dead bodies of those whose life he had drained. Still, for her, for Lucis he’d endure it. And if it had to be forever.

He had to shake his head to clear his mind. And best, locking all emotions away in that progress. Thinking of his sister while doing his dirty job already felt like tainting her. Yes, his complex was showing again and again he didn’t care. Dacius examined the men around him. Those that would follow his every command. And yet it was them who controlled him. With them watching he knew he couldn’t show a sign of mercy... a sign of weakness. Once more, like so often, he wished he’d just stop to care. Growing cold and cruel, just the way they wanted him to be. His life, his heart would feel so much easier that way. Even though, even thinking about it already made him mad. He won’t let them break him and he won’t betray his believes. His man respected him for his strength, so did he. Though what they viewed as his strength differed. Again he had to tell himself nothing of it mattered. He was awfully distracted today, his thoughts screaming wildly through his head. ‘I need to be calm.’, Dacius told himself. It was time for acting. And nothing could save his enemies now. Nor him for that matter.

He raised his hand to give the usual signal. Time to eliminate their enemies. The warriors started to move soundlessly. Their targets were hiding in a barrack. Whether it was because of them or because of a different enemy he didn’t know, it didn’t matter anyway. Cautious to not make a sound he drew his sword. His man circled the barrack while he went up to the front. Charging in up front while he knew they’d not welcome him, knowing what awaited them, put him at great risk. He always took the most dangerous part for himself. As much as he hated his job, it wasn’t the fighting he minded. This he was born for and he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to. What he minded was the hurting and killing, the cruelty. The sensors they had had already informed them about how many people, creatures he added dryly, knowing how he should think about them, were hiding inside. Dacius slid to the plated wall next to the door, his back pressing against it. He moved his head over to the window to his other side. The view was mostly blocked by pieces of wood, nailed over it in haste. He glanced through a slit and tried to make out the inhabitants. His eyes could only make out half the number of people that were supposed to be in there. The others were hiding, he supposed, either using the sporadic furnishing or their special ability to do so. For those he had to look out. Dacius prepared.

His back left the wall and he faced the door now. With a swift move he simply kicked the door in. It hadn’t been too stabile anyway, though also barricaded with wooden planks. He charged at the enemies in sight without hesitation. This could save his man from a massive escape through the back windows. Merciless as he had to be he killed whoever came into sight. Though he tried to kill them as swift and painless as possible. It was the only thing he could do and it was nothing... Something flashed at him with incredible speed. It surprised him and even caught him off-guard making it impossible for him to stop it. He darted after it. Dacius couldn’t let a target escape. He knew his man would deal with the remaining ones. Even though he was fast, whatever managed to bypass him was faster. He didn’t lose his target though. His killer instincts were on. He had never lacked the instinct but always the will. In the end, it was a battle of stamina and as his victim started to lose (on?) speed he knew he’d win. Soon Dacius caught up and jumped his target. It sent them both crashing to the ground. He was sure the struggling body underneath him got the worse of it. He pushed it down with his strength and body while it tried its best to get rid of him. “Bastard, let go!”, a female voice hissed.

Dacius tried to grab his dagger while still holding his enemy down. The moment he managed to grab it, his victim focused all their force and pushed him away. He made a move to grab it, her, it turned out to be a women, but was sliced by a knife himself. Dacius flinched and withdrew his arm. The cut wasn’t really deep but it hurt nevertheless. As it started to burn his arm up to his shoulders, still spreading he knew the blade had been poisoned. This one was going to put up a real fight. He couldn’t help but smile. Dacius liked it that way. He’d fight just as hard himself but if he failed... if he dared to fail, no one could blame him if his enemy was simply stronger than him. So he thought even while he knew they’d still blame him. For not being strong enough. What was wrong with him today? He might have had a death-wish once in a while through his long life but never had it sounded so appealing. Maybe it was because of his enemy. While pondering his thoughts, carefully not to show any signs of it on the outside, still the grim warrior he was supposed to be, he couldn’t help but watch the women in front of him closely. Not to predict her next movements, and not exactly watch either, if he was honest. He stared at her, almost drowning in her sight.

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