The dead of night….the stillness of the air….the peaceful location in The Black shroud all shattered in a moment….the moment Paule' struck…no matter the Garlean it was all the same to him, they were all full of rot….empty shells controled by fear, fear and weakness, he would destroy them, no matter where they came from.
-Two days earlier-
Paule' sat alone in the quicksands, ale in hand, his eyes scanning the place for anything strange, his solitude was disturbed by a familiar voice.
"Mind if I join you?"
Paule' sighed and gestured to the chair at the other side of the table.
"What is it this time, my lady?"
The female moves from behind Paule' and takes a seat, the large frame of the Roegadyn woman taking his view.
"Hells, I remember not the last time you called me m'lady"
Paule' glanced at her. "Well, Mayhap if you did anything other than turn up wearing a Twelve damned Uniform I would be less formal, Bhaldbryda."
She folded her arms her eyes narrowing slightly. "Paule' stop being a chocobos arse and listen 'fore I drag you out back and kick the shite out of ya"
Paule' blinked at the female. "And here I thought you had gone and forgotten you are a sailor Bhald' " he smiled at her.
Bhald' brought a hand to her face rubbing her temples with a finger and thumb. "Damned Ishgardian…I should….." she sighs and moves the hand away. "Never mind…"
Paule' chuckles and takes a swig of his ale. "So then Bhald' what is it you have, Intel of somesort no doubt, Mayhap on the group moving through the Black Shroud?"
Bhald' looks shocked for a moment before smiling. "You always surprise me Paule', Aye you've the right of it, this information ain't out yet, I know you've a score to settle with them."
Paule' looked at the large female and nodded. "I owe you my thanks Bhaldbryda."
Bhald' smirked at him. "Call it dinner and we have an accord."
Paule' chuckled nerviously. "Aye Dinner it is then…." He stood and bowed politely to her heading out of the Quicksands to prepare.
-Back at the attack-
The chaos of the initial strike had thrown the Garlean soldiers into a panic…how…how did anyone in Eorzea know how to sabotage Garlean Technologies, it was beyond them wasn't it?.
The Centurion in charge looked around. "Where the Blast is the Eorzean scum!"
The screams of pain as his comrades fall, he looks around pointing his gunblade, he notices a streak of black moving through the area he fires repeatedly at it. "DIE YOU BASTARD"
The sound of a body hitting the ground followed by the clink of metal. "Got the Eorzean scum." He smirked to himself under his helmet.
A voice spoke from directly behind him. "No, you missed and don't turn around lest you wish to join the rest of this trash." The Centurion froze. "W-what are you!"
Paule' chuckled. "A Shadow, your worst nightmares come real…..Any Garlean that sets foot outside of their Castrum will come to a quick end by my hands." he pressed a blade against the back of the Centurion's neck. "Tell your Master of me dog, tell him the man he hunted is no more, that only "The Black Devil" remains and that I will not stop untill my blades taste the blood of every last one of you."
The Centurion snarls a defiant. "You'll have to kill me, I'll not be your messenger!" Paule' chuckled darkly. "You think that will save you, meaningless bravado." He swiftly breaks an arm of the Centurion who screams out in pain. "The next thing I will do is remove it." He leans next to the helmet of the Garlean and speaks in a hushed tone. "You'll die slowly, painfully and not a single one of them will miss you, run back tell them of me, tell HIM of me."
The Centurion turns and draws a knife slashing at Paule'. "Don't underestimate Garleans!!" Paule' with a cold look in his eyes dodges, stays true to his word and in a blink of an eye removes the hand from its owner, blood getting on his face, a sinister smirk in place now. The Centurion staggers back screaming in pain, terror on his face as he looks up at Paule. "W-What are you!!" Paule laughs his eyes full of hate and darkness. "I told you, a Devil" he steps near the Garlean who backs away. "Now run, run like the weak coward you are and tell him, tell him I decimated this little group of yours, your technology will no longer protect you."
The Centurion struggles to his feet running of towards the nearest encampment, Paule' looks at the dead around him he places his the gauntlet covered hand on his face laughing. "Soon I will destroy him, then it is the turn of the rest." he moves the hand away and pins something on one of the bodies. "It begins." he smirks and dissapears.
I went to the place I told Paule' today….it was…unpleasent.
Upon arrival we came across a mess of dead Garleans, on one of them was a message "My thirst for Garlean blood grows, they are no longer safe, The Black Devil"…could it be Paule'…no…he's not capable of such, but he was the only other who had the location…..at least I think he was.
I met with him this evening, he seemed the same as always, happy, flirtatious and fun, paid for dinner and we had a good talk, could it really have been him, if it is……I'll….need to watch him carefully….if not….this "Black Devil" is someone we must be careful of…if he can take out Garleans like that…..what if he turns….what if he changes sides….what if we are next….
Whoever he is…..what he must have been through to become this……
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