Shako Lol Biography

Enjoy reading! Dull stellar light from the window opposite barely illuminated the luxurious decoration. Skillful carving of a chair, more like a throne with a soft upholstery, stood in front of an equally exquisite desktop made of, undoubtedly, excessively an expensive tree of a tree. A couple more chairs were visible from the opposite side, but already less presentable in appearance.

Two bookcases were located along the walls: one - with alphabetically, rare publications of eminent authors; The second is filled with many neatly folded folders with documents inside them. Not far from the entrance, a silhouette of a small sofa from the leather of the relic representative of the fauna loomed, and next to it was a buffet table with a crystal countess and two glasses.

All the rest of the splendor covered the soft twilight. The state of middle -aged man decided to invade this monastery. In his hand, he held an oil lamp chopped silver. The light from her trembling light allowed to see the features of a stranger. Gently trimmed bacenbard framed an almost square face with sharp, accurate lines of cheekbones. Usually a confident and strict gaze of gray eyes was now distorted by an expression of wariness and fear.

Not noticing anything unusual, the man slowly entered the room and silently locked the door behind him. While he neatly stepped to the desktop, on the walls around, in the incoherent dance, shadows swept over a restless spin from a lamp in a trembling hand. Leaving his source of light alone, the nobleman corrected the caftan sheathed with gold threads and sat in a chair. He exhaled slowly.

He still had time. But the trembling did not stop his hands, he understood that there was little left, we just had to wait. Not on the first attempt, falling into a hidden slot under the table, felt a recess with his hand and took out a tightly compressed scroll. Having opened it and bringing it to the light, he made sure once again in a few days, although this was not the need that everything was ready.

The inspired sword against the background of the shield decorated the title part of the secret agreement between the Demasian and the representative of Targon. Torvald, the main treasurer of the kingdom, promised significant financial support and contacts of the best mercenaries of the continent instead of a special service. Something changed. On the periphery of vision.

The shadow that covered the sofa ceased to be with it. What did not have form, now gained it, filled with volume and features of a silhouette that a man would like to never see again. A demon, a game with which always had one terrifying-laughing outcome. Chaos is a king, and Shako is his court jester. Only a thin stream of sweat flowing from the forehead of Torvald could give out his panic horror.

But the will, who was embroidered over the years of service and dozens of intrigues, which exalted the treasurer before his current position, did not give a chance to show true emotions. He understood: any wrong move would cost the game. Meanwhile, the creature manifested itself completely. A thin figure, small growth and rebellious legs forced to believe that it was only a teenager who was dressed up in strange clothes.

The elaborate black camisole hid a plaid shirt, tucked into wide trousers, which was casting in a red. On the feet there were tall boots cleared to shine. The top of this "costume" adorned a strange species of toad made of long feathers and a Shutovsky cap. The demon brushed the remnants of the shadows around the remains of the shadows and turned his head towards the treasurer.

Few people would like to meet this look. In the place of the eye sockets, in the light of the lamp, two rare ilita of a violet shade sparkled. The face was hidden behind a dead-white mask, distorted in an unnatural-hypertrophied expression of gloating. Too long nose and a crazy smile stretched to the edges did not inspire anything good for those who were lucky enough to meet with the owner of this semblance for art.

Without issuing a rustle, the demon quickly took off from the couch and began to pace around the room, sometimes lingering at the book shelves, as if something caused his interest. My deepest apologies. What one of you value is so valued, while others give in return in a joke. What kind of irony, my dear friend! Possessing freedom, you strive to limit it and jump into the arms of the seven temptations, which they created for yourself!

Here it is genuine madness, what do you think? Coming to this world weak, over time, everyone decides for himself how worthy he is ready to go their way. It doesn’t matter where it begins or end, it is important how you pass it. I think so. Two, five, ten minutes passed in the viscous silence. The demon froze that a dead statue, with an inanimate look, he dug into a man. Thorvald waited steadily, only even breathing and blinking of the eyes gave out a life that was warming in it.

Do you consider yourself a worthy person, Torvald? A noble knight once lived, he helped those in need and fought the villains. Once in his way there was a stranger who made him four puzzles. The knight was able to answer only one, the stranger left, and the knight continued his worthy path.But soon three misfortunes occurred to him: his lover died, he lost his hand, and his brother betrayed him and deprived the title of the knight.

And here the stranger met him again, this time he offered help in return for a small service. But the knight saw in him the reason for all his troubles and hid betrayal in response. It turned out to be the fourth misfortune ... Puff, I didn’t tire you? The glazed gaze of a man spoke for himself. This is not entirely the end. For faith in such magic, somewhere you would be burned at the stake.

I just asked me to bring me one, well, not quite a person, from this mountain, and you decided that the Targons would help you and deal with me! The demon tensed. You bored me. The treasurer did not even move, it was too late to call the guard, his move in the game was a matter for himself. From the shadows that hung around, in the hands of Shako two thin daggers with patterned curtains of black rose weaved.

In the corridor there was a clatter and rattling of metal. The theatrically extended his hands, the demon threw the blades in the chest of the man. A gray -haired man with a thick beard motionlessly examined the place of events. Arriving in the middle of the night to call his best guards to the treasurer’s house, Roland expected to see the worst, and, at the same time, the fears were justified.

The fourth high -ranking official was strangely killed under his nose in his people. This time the killer left evidence, but after this incident, the commander was no longer avoided. It remained to make the last decision. They never recklessly acted, and if we provide evidence against Knoxus Jarvan, the four guards patiently waited for further words - then he will be forced to untie the war.

We cannot subject another threat to demasia, not now. Roland was aware of the risks and literally felt a death sentence overhanging over his head, but the years in the service of the guard, sincere patriotism and faith in the correctness of his actions, the steel of his decision forged. He was sure of his people, he had known these four since the time of service in the city guard and was ready to entrust the back of any of them.

Even if someone betrays him, he had already given his duty to his homeland in a triple size, and did not have to count on more, after the death of Torvald. It is only necessary to destroy evidence, and evidence without evidence is dust, they will not start a war because of them. Carefully choosing the words, the captain spoke further: - My duty is to prevent this dagger to start the war.

I do not order, but I ask you to forget about its existence for the well -being of Demasy. If someone is against, as a sign of old friendship, give me time until the morning before reporting. If you really made this decision, not one of us will refuse you. Silence reigned, everyone was considering the consequences of this night for himself and for everyone else.

As if from nowhere at a completely acceptable place for sleep, by the standards of a cat, a figure appeared. Only the white mask stood out in the weak light of the moon, everything else was sunk in the shadows swirling around the shadows. On the contrary, another silhouette appeared, which began to walk from side to side so ordinary that it seemed that it was the most common situation for this place and this time.

We are silent! These men are useless! They don’t even understand jokes, and for the first time in hundreds of years you decided that you can use them. I would consult with ours before that. Fly with curiosity looked at two arguing creatures. Her blue eyes and a delicate connection with the world of spirits allowed to see who scared the unlucky jokers and whose art some admired.

Gracefully stretching, yawning, she slowly approached and poked her nose into her demonic neighbor tonight. Small purring replaced the silence of the sleeping city. Two silhouettes sighed tiredly at the same time.