Part VIII: Mysterious, Climb and Gigantic
Kevorach light a cigarette from the flame he formed above his extended index and middle fingers on his right hand.
The black tattoos that trailed along the length of his arms glowed blue as he did so, then the glow died as he extinguished the flame.
He was wearing a blue suit, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His white shirt had the first two buttons undone and he had no tie. The blue of his suit was brighter than most men wore, but he was considered flashy, so it worked.
The rain fell gently as he stood under the awning of the bar. It wouldn’t open for another two hours, but this was his usual meet up spot.
A car pulled up and Kevorach got in.
“Boss wants to see us. You up for this Kevoran?”
“Have I let you down before now?”
“Good man. We gonna put the hurt on some fools!”
Kevorach wasn’t worried. This operation was finally coming to a close and they could catch these bastards for everything. They loved pimping out young elf girls, getting them hooked on a concoction of illicit drugs and then keeping them smacked up so they didn’t fight. They made him sick.
The Ogre, whose name was Xurok, was part of a street gang known as the Black Soul Sons. They dealt with everything from girls to drugs, to weapons. No one knew who the boss was, but the Vice Action Unit were convinced that the boss was connected to the Black Iron Syndicate. The BIS was one of the worst organized crime syndicates and were literally an international player. If they could nail the Black Soul Sons, nail the boss and connect him to the Black Iron Syndicate, then the PD could start to get rid of them from their city.
They drove out of the city and soon they were on an old farm. As they approached the farm up the long driveway Kevorach could see a man on a tractor. No, not a man. The face was all shadow and blackness despite the sun being high in the sky and he had, very clearly, very large claws. His hat and clothes weren’t suited to a farmer either, more like an old Noir detective.
Kevorach could feel the power rolling from this entity, even from this far away. Could he possibly know that Kevorac wasn’t Kevoran and was actually an Undercover Vice Cop? If he was outed as a Sentinel, he’d be dead by the days’ end. Hell, probably by the end of the hour.
Kevorach could also see Orcs, Goblins and a few Trolls standing around outside, all heavily armed.
They got out of the car and walked towards the shadow man. Kevorach wasn’t sure what he was, but he was very sure he didn’t want to get into a showdown and start slinging spells.
“So this is Kevoran?” The voice sounded like it echoed from somewhere deep, but had a hiss like a snake or lizard. “You’ve taken care of many problems for us, and for that, I am grateful.”
“Anyway, I can serve. You guys have been paying really well. I don’t mind the work.”
“Good.” he turned and walked into the barn, Kevorach and Xurok followed him in. Inside the barn was something of a shock. It looked like a fancy club. The shadow man sat as two elf girls cuddled up to him on a black leather couch.
“You don’t need my name, or who I work for or with. All you need to know is I trust you now. You and Xurok are going to be doing something very important for me. There is a woman, her name is Lyse. I need her gone. My bosses are adamant. If you fail, I’ll string you up and keep you alive forever while I let various people and things do as they please with you. Understand?”
Kevorach nodded. He played it cool for the moment, but he knew, for a fact, he’d just been ordered you hunt down his sister and kill her. What did she have to do with any of this?
As they left, three black goats were on and around their car. Their eyes glowed red. Kevorach didn’t mention it, he needed to get back to the city and get in touch with his squad.
As day slipped into night, the shadow man climbed aboard the tractor after unhooking the trailer. He drove it to his farthest field and stopped it. He walked towards the wood line and as he did, he transformed into a dragon whose black scales shone under the moonlight. Tabitha came from the trees and stood before him.
“You’ve done well Ietir. Our Master is please.”