As Jamtoe sat on his throne, he felt a growing sense of unease. Lord Bloodlan's words kept echoing in his mind: "You're working for the Vampiric High Order now... You'll do as I say." Jamtoe's grip on the armrest tightened. He didn't like being told what to do, especially not by a vampire.
But as he thought about it, he realized that he had made a deal with Lord Dracula, and now Lord Bloodlan seemed to be taking his place. Jamtoe's mind was racing with questions. What did the Vampiric High Order want from him? What kind of power did they hold?
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed. He didn't like being in the dark. He needed to find out more about the Vampiric High Order and what they wanted from him.
"Lord Bloodlan," Jamtoe said, his voice firm. "I want to know more about the Vampiric High Order. What kind of power do they hold, and what do they want from me?"
Lord Bloodlan's smile grew wider. "Ah, Jamtoe. You're eager to learn. But you are to remember your place you don't ask questions you don't need to know anything all you need to do is follow orders now that you have ascended the throne I trust that your father has been dealt with."
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed slightly as he felt a surge of anger at Lord Bloodlan's condescending tone. But he knew he had to keep his cool, at least for now.
"My father has been exiled, never to set foot in this Kingdom again."
"You insolent fool! Did you just say you exiled your father? Why is he not dead? If you didn't want to get your hands dirty, you should have just hired assassins."
Lord Bloodlan's face contorted with rage.
Jamtoe's face twisted in frustration as he mashed his teeth together. "I hired assassins, but unfortunately, they've all been taken out by some unknown force."
"Ah, finding good help these days is a challenge. But I might have a solution. I can send over an up-and-coming assassin. If you can provide the necessary funding for him to establish his own organization, he might just be able to get the job done." Bloodlan said with a smile.
"How much would he need to start his organization?" Jamtoe asked with a frown. "As a king, I should be able to provide that."
"Well, as a king, a generous sum of 30,000 gold would be a significant start for his organization; however, that is just to start it. He will still need more logistical support," Lord Bloodlan said with a mocking smile.
"30,000 gold coins, that's insane. But what other choice do I have?" Jamtoe thought to himself. "I understand, what there will be, shall be," Jamtoe said with a sigh.
"Good, expect to see him arrive within five days, And Jamtoe, make sure your father is dead this time," Lord Bloodlan said before his hologram disappeared.
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed as the hologram flickered and vanished. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he made a deal with another devil. The terms seemed too good to be true, and the price... 30,000 gold coins was a small fortune.
He walked to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. His father's face floated in his mind, a constant reminder of the task ahead. He'd tried before, but his father always seemed one step ahead.
This time, it would be different. This time, he'd have the resources and the expertise to ensure his father's demise.
Lord Daegel, who had been standing silently in the shadows, spoke up, "Your Majesty, shall we prepare for the incoming assassin?"
Jamtoe nodded, a calculating glint in his eye. "Yes, Lord Daegel. Put our forces on high alert. I want to be informed the moment anything... unusual arrives."
Lord Daegel nodded, his expression serious. "As you wish, Your Majesty. I'll see to it immediately."
Lord Daegel swiftly departed to carry out Jamtoe's orders, leaving the king alone in the dimly lit room. Jamtoe's thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Lord Bloodlan, the terms of their agreement echoing in his mind.
A cold determination hardened in Jamtoe's heart. He would ensure his father's demise, and Lord Bloodlan's assassin would be the one to make it happen.
As the minutes passed, Jamtoe's anticipation grew. He was eager to see the assassin's skills in action.
Five days pass in quick succession, and Jamtoe sat on his throne, awaiting the arrival of the assassin. A soft knock at the door broke the silence. "Enter," Jamtoe called out, his voice firm and commanding.
Lord Daegel reappeared, his expression serious. "Your Majesty, we've received word from our scouts. A lone figure has been spotted approaching the kingdom's borders."
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand. "See that our guest is received properly. Ensure they have everything they need to complete their mission."
Lord Daegel nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "As you wish, Your Majesty."
Lord Daegel departed, and shortly after, the door swung open once more. A figure clad in dark leather armor strode in, their face obscured by a hood. Jamtoe's gaze locked onto the figure, his senses on high alert.
The assassin halted before the throne, their movements fluid and controlled. He pushed back his hood, revealing a man with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. His gaze met Jamtoe's, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other.
"So, you're the one Lord Bloodlan sent," Jamtoe said finally, his voice steady.
The assassin's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I am. And you are...the king who wants his father dead."
Jamtoe nodded, his eyes never leaving the assassin's. "I am. And I believe we have a mutual interest in seeing this...arrangement through."
The assassin's smile grew, and he bowed his head slightly. "I always complete my contracts, Your Majesty. Your father's demise will be...taken care of."
Jamtoe's eyes narrowed, studying the assassin's expression. "Tell me, what do you know of my father's security?"
"How much of a threat could a man who is stripped of his name and banished from his own kingdom be?" the Assassin said with a sneer. "From my understanding, he only has six bodyguards, which is a joke."
"Even though my father may not have any moral support right now, don't underestimate him or his bodyguards," Jamtoe said with a frown. "They are very powerful and very loyal to him. Also, do not attack him on the night of a full moon, because he can transform into a werewolf if he so desires."
"I have no intention in attacking your father. I guess Master Bloodlan has not informed you of my expertise in sealing magic. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Dan Porter."