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Destiny City, Lacedaemon had decided, was a poor man's conquest. It's very nature was chaotic. The city layout was atrocious, the buildings an affront to architecture, and it’s people rude and unrefined. There was class or elegance to be had. He found it lacking and undesirable. It held only two things of real merit, ‘his’ royal that he was to be in the service of, and his fair conquest. Living beings, one he would see broken and dead under him, the other under him in other ways that were far more pleasant.

The skyline was a soft pale yellow light that bloomed from streetlamps, and walking down one of the main market roads, he did admit to himself, the fact that so many weak and misguided knights and senshi in one city did afford him the luxury of walking out so brazenly without a fear of being accosted by some upstart. Though, what upstart would be so brash as to attack a grown knight?
Not many.

Closing his eyes as he paused at the corner of an intersection, Lacedeamon let out a hum from the back of his throat as the seductive purr of power ran across his sense. Something of order. Nothing like the royal signature he’d been forced to endure at the fringe of his senses when Castor had once been in Europe, but this was perhaps, one of his own rank. Whoever it was, they were near.

Running his hand through his hair to slick it back and make sure he was presentable, he called out-
“Am I alone this eve or might I have the pleasure of company?” Lacedeamon was curious as to just what those of merit were here in this city that his prince had come to occupy.

The sound of a woman’s voice had his head turn, the sight of legs leading him to the sight of the speaker’s face and Lacedaemon thought his night was going to perhaps be infinitely smoother. A senshi of the third rank was not something he was used to in the slightest, but the good lord have mercy on him, he could get used to it if they all had such alluring figures.
And power. The power was very palatable.

“And what a pleasure it is.” He replied in kind. A small jaunt giving him enough momentum to scale the building with minimal effort.
“We have not met. Had we, I would never have forgotten such a lovely face or such radiant eyes. I am Lacedaemon, knight of Castor. I have only recently made my way to the city seeking ah-“ He waved his hand in front of him as if it was a topic that was worth no mention.
“Tell me bellisima, are all the senshi here so powerful? I fear you are the first I have met outside my homeland that is not shall we say, a ‘green horn’. It is refreshing.” His accent was layered thickly over his words, and he held out a hand in greeting.

He would try his hardest to charm her he decided. She was not young, but she was young enough to suit his tastes, and more than alluring enough to perhaps withhold from his reports to the generals on.

“It is not flattery if I do not embellish my praises is it? I am simply stating the obvious.” He defended himself, a hand over his chest in mock hurt. She was being a bit coy, but he did enjoy it when women were just coy enough.

“Cara, if you wish me to sing your praises and exalt your beauty, this is hardly the place for it. I prefer to indulge in the truth of a woman’s grace and virtues over a glass of wine and perhaps a few small morsels. As for being contained Scylla,” He purred her name, winking as he stepped closer, “I contain myself. Boundaries are simply… suggestions. If I seek my target, I will follow it as long and far as I must to complete the task that I have been charged.”

Across an ocean to kill a prince. To get his children. To kill a b*****d and regain control of his errant son. So many things to do and it was not even fall yet.

“Tell me cara Scylla,” he kept the use of the pet name, “how long have you been eternal? You are no child, you are a woman, and a powerful one at that no?” He sat next to her, eyes fixed on her own.
“Have you no companions of your own age or rank?”

“Cara.” He said again, voice holding a layer of affection and gentleness he rarely used. “Not Kara. It means dear, or dearest. Does it offend you?” He’d not missed the brief flicker of her emotion that look of something pained. Too forward then, he’d adjust.
“And where does such a saying matter if it is true? Rules and laws are the way we impose a limitis upon our natures, a way to tether us to each other and a common cause or belief. But, in terms of where one acquires power well, that is open for debate. To me, my power came when I needed it- and it was ready for me. My home crawling with Chaos as it was.”

He kept his distance now, a fair respectable one that didn’t hint to his curiosity to why she was so evasive with proximity. Perhaps it was just her own self and men. Women did shy away time to time from an older male’s attentions.
“You are very much a woman. A girl would flounder, you have clearly thrived. Only a woman could become as strong as you are. And I do mean that in terms of raw power. Magic is not needed to feel it around you. But for so long- it must have difficult be grow in such a manner. A fighter in youth to an Amazonian in war. No child should have to fight for a war they did not begin.”

Asked of the royal he was bound to, Lacedaemon grunted.
“Years now- I have had the distinct please of never meeting him, but seeing the devastation he leaves in his wake. Europe was safer before he drew the Chaos around him like moths to an open flame. The only grace was that he burned them away.”
He waved his hand, “I am content enough with my wonder, the prince holds little interest to me past his immaturity and lack of foresight.”

"Ah, I understand, I am just a rather..." He stopped not sure the was a good word to explain what he was in how he used endearments, "I hope that I have not made you too uncomfortable?"

He reached out to grab her hand, trying to appear comforting and beseeching of her good will and emotions.
"I did not wish to be upsetting you- I must apologize. such heavy topics are rather grim. Perhaps we should start again? A beautiful woman such as yourself should be able to focus on lighter things, like how lucky she is to have such wonderful city. As for your questions-"

He grinned.

"My royal was fairly unknowing of the troubles his arrival and stay caused. There are no cats you see, so when one of us falls into trouble it is difficult. As for my people? I had none. My wonder was a manor. I was a statesman of renown. My title passed only to the brightest and most worthy, and ah, it was magnificent. I was not needed for battles in the various wars, my fights were at home, securing peace amongst the populace."

He sighed wistful, "I was respected and much loved. Truely, I think I would have enjoyed such a thing in this life as well. But what of you fair Scylla? Dare I ask if you were a queen? You're radiance is fitting of one."

"Ah but, the woman would be right. You are as sweet as they come Scylla. I have offended and already, you offer me a way to make amends." He smiled and winked at her.
"And poorer is your love to not attend to you well enough to shower you with praise; it is the duty of a lover to affirm their partner of such truths. I will double my efforts then. Make up where they lack." Lacedaemon had no qualms about trying to slide himself between a woman and her lover or husband. Surely, this woman's husband was a fool to not see her well enough that she might seek compliments from men she did not know.

"I am glad my talk of the royal's lack of foresight is amusing to you though. He seems a fairly clueless man, prone to irrationality. The more I hear of his exploits the more I worry I have a child and not a man to follow in this war." It would be easy enough to choke the life from a child though. So much easier to steal power from one who's true power had yet to fully form.

"As for the cats? No. They have been killed off and they're hunted down viciously. The negaverse is-" He hummed, trying to think of the right word.
"They are determined to maintain their hold." He enjoyed her touch and draw her a bit closed, farther from the building's edge and more towards his frame.

"A warrior who could wear the skin of queen. Senshi are in some ways all regal, they are the core, the heart of their world. We knights are simple vassals for siphoned power. You past yearned to be softer, and you yearn to be a warrior. Are you not both already?" He smiled, trying to entice her.

"You have a warrior's hand, but woman's heat. I can see both in you, do you truly think yourself not worthy of a warrior's title?"

"And I have one strike already? Fair Scylla, careful what you draw forth. Being struck have never deterred me long and might only entice me further to you." He was smiling, but let his words carry that current of carnality that he'd blatantly made to her. Tested the waters. Was she willing so soon to leave her lovers side or did she remain loyal?

"But, back to the more pressing matters at hand- America has much the same fate I fear. Slowly, it is being consumed. Once the cats are gone, no senshi will rise, and without senshi, we knights must be the final bastions of hope, and we were always weaker than our darker counterparts."

"Tell me then my bel re, mi guerriero magico, are you not the same? I see no fallen world, no leveled city or lost civilization. People live, they thrive. We have not failed yet." He looked at her, curious.
"There is always hope." He purred thinking how to perhaps seduce her, to draw he in and find more than an ally.

Lacedeamon was at time, his own worst enemy.

This was one of those times.

"Perhaps the taste of danger and the flavor of risk is just exactly what I'm after some nights. But don't worry, I shall only bite if you say please." He was hardly doing himself any favors.

"I jest," he didn't, not really and his body language betrayed him, and the next gesture of him offering his cape to her for warmth was one of both kindness and a desire for her to be forced near him.

"I was alone, yes. Those I found could not remain by my side. We were always forced to part ways. Together one would think we'd be stronger, but in fact it would only incite them to send put their worst and my dear, they do send the worst." That was a truth at the least. The negaverse of Europe did not cut corners at all.

It was why he betrayed order. He'd seen the depths of the negaverse and how far they would go. He was determined not to end up as a corpse or worse.

"Do you feel alone?" He might be alone and plan to betray, but he would take temporary comforts where he could. As he could.