There was no need for anyone to deny it, the new guy was making some serious waves. For some no name rat of the streets to become a Rossi and start showing promise was a feat. Most new thugs off the street recruited into the fold typically lacked finesse and commitment to the Rossi name. Hell, most times they'd sell out their brothers faster than they can scout out the opposing family. It was a shame, but there was a clear line of effectiveness that defined a fine breed from the mutts. The Warden, as most knew him, was was approached by a Rossi Lieutenant, one of the same men that doubted him upon being recruited that fateful day. He gave the crimson haired male a very particular set of instructions, as well as a letter of recommendation.
His new mission was simple, attend a group interview to to advance and take on a new set of responsibilities in the Rossi family. This meant better jobs and better money, and a larger following. The three he was presently taking care of had been shaping up to be wonderful additions to the mob as well and it would probably do some good to have him in a position of leadership. So he could continue training more with whatever magic he was pulling on those other brats. Another set of orders detailed that he dress the part and not disappoint the lieutenant. The Warden looked the letter on either side, a burning cigarette hanging from his mouth, expressionless for a moment. "Sure." This wasn't something he asked for or felt honored by. But orders were orders and saying anything more would be a lot more effort than it was worth. Just get himself into a suit and get himself to an interview at the mansion. Cool. What could possibly go wrong? The second in command was rumored to be sitting in on this interview, but Carzeah The Warden, Hellkin of Rolland was pretty sure he had contended with worse monsters and had nothing to fear.
That night he went home to consult with his first daughter, the woman he lived with and also a tailor of magical clothing that could withstand the heat of their kind. Carzeah didn't ask for a whole lot, the clothes on his back were from her as well, but he needed to ask one more favor of her. He requested a suit that he would need for an interview in a couple of weeks. Alesseah smiled ear to ear with pride and poked fun at her old man in the usual way she did, to which her father tolerated lovingly, smirking the way he did when his heart was warmed by familiar banter. Though in his nature to shrug something off on someone and go on his merry way, Carzeah sat with his daughter and kept her company after taking his measurements to work on the garments. "So who normally orders these hot clothes from you if we're the only ones around?" The smoking man inquired to fill the silence. "Anyone hot blooded I guess. There's a few other creatures that have to be careful not to burn the clothing on their backs. But you know we're not the only ones...right?" She answered him straight until the end, but she actually had to turn to him and briefly question his words.
"Just because you have a rough history doesn't mean the rest of us decided to disrupt Rolland's pact of secrecy. I told them I was a fire dragon at the gates." "Which boggles my mind. You're an exile." "So are you. Aren't you at least the slightest bit concerned?" "What'dya mean?" The man of obsidian lit up another smoke with the snap of his fingers, briefly lighting up his daughters face of worry before she went to continue her work. There was a silence between them then for a moment. "People hate what they don't understand and what scares them, dad. The Hellkin race is on a public forum now for anyone to view. It's a new concept for everyone here and it's scaring them, especially with the very detailed history you gave them. We killed the Ancients." "I killed the Ancients." He corrected her, but not so much taking credit but more to cushion her fears of how the race is perceived as a whole. Even if it deserved to be seen that way. "Lumis enslaved mankind and our own young." She argued again. Alesseah had him there. A frustrated puff of smoke exited from flared nostrils. "Cassia did that too." He put that one on those who came before his rule, he didn't even accept those terms. "Well, the list can go on who did that before them. The point is, we're rough. Our nature isn't nice, dad. Our history is dark. Normal folks are afraid of the rough and the dark." "So you're afraid of what people think? And think...I should be afraid of what people think?" His daughter had a long lesson ahead of her now, as he positioned himself to give a speech. She put it on hold right fast though, her next words stopping him in his tracks.
"Fine. If what people think and gaining new enemies with unknown potential doesn't scare you...What about the past? Doesn't that scare you? What if someone you don't like knows you're here now because you're too brazen to keep your mouth shut? You think you're so above everyone else but meanwhile you have enemies that can crush you." They were harsh words. "You think it's behind you, but it's not. Greece is growing and soon even Rolland wont be safe. Where will they go? Where will they find Sanctuary again? Not here I guess. Because only you're smart enough to think he's the first and only one here and ever will find this place." She made an annoyed sound and shook her head and angrily went back to her work. Carzeah leaned back in his seat to take that blow in for a moment. Alesseah may have had a point. Even if it was a painful set of words, it showed her deep care for him, something he thought himself unworthy of. "You're right." Maybe he should have been more graceful about his entry and not assumed he was doing the world a favor. He didn't think of all the people of his kind that he could have been putting in danger. After all, he didn't know she was even here until a fate had them bump into one another. She was also right about his enemies. All of them could come here and find him now, being the "only" Hellkin to walk Twin City.
Alesseah remained silent. Obviously she was right, but she didn't even expect him to agree. Her father mistook that for his presence no longer being wanted. Or maybe he didn't say enough? "Your safety is important to me. So is the safety of every other Hellkin that may or may not be hiding here as well. It was selfish of me to run my mouth. I just thougt that the more information I could give them, the less people I'd have asking questions later." He explained himself, thinking that was what she wanted. Hellkin could read minds and all, but not the minds of one another. It was an eerie feeling, not having the right answers or knowing what your discussion partner wished to hear. It wasn't what she needed to hear from him, but it was nice to hear more than three words out of his mouth for once. "That was a mouthfull. Are you feeling ok?" She'd tease him, bright as ever. Carzeah couldn't help but smirk at that. "Just finish my pants by tomorrow. I'm gonna have to let you know if it fits in the crotch." He'd play back, trying to embarrass her. "Stop trying to impress people and melt it down a few inches then. What kind of interview are you going to? I ain't fixing shit after its done." Flustered, she threw a piece of roll of fabric at him at his finally left her workshop, chuckling at her the whole way.
~Day of the Interview~
The suit Alesseah fashioned together for him was perfect, all kidding aside. Not understanding modern fashion he struggled with his own tie and it took his daughter to come tie it for him before he was ready to roll. Deeming that his appearance was more than sufficient, she let him out of the house with some words of encouragement and luck passed on. Luck wouldn't have much to do with it. He'd let the letter of recommendation and his own vibrant personality do the talking. If it was in the cards for him to get a promotion, he would. If not, big whoop. The destroyer of an entire race hardly needed the affirmation of a bunch of street thugs to prove he was something greater. Carzeah was content with his current position just fine.
The Underground was a short walk away no matter what part of the city you were in. You just needed to find the right little hole in the wall spot and there was a door leading down to the other side. The Underground itself was like an inverted version of the city, with a lot more shady characters around. The only way you could actually tell the difference between the city and its underground was the fact that the sky was dark red with a perpetual blood moon shining it's eerie light down. The ocean was also blood red and the harbor littered with markets that sold body parts, weapons, even people rather than just cheese and fruit like the normal harbor markets. It was a strange place to be but not much spooked the folks that frequented the world below.
Just like the Rossi's. Their large estate was located here and most Rossi deals and business was done here. This interview today was no different. With a sigh, he approached the gates and the twisted devils that guarded them. He showed his paperwork and was let in with very few issues from there and was able to walk into the mansion. The Warden was seen by many of the other competitors in the lobby and whispers were thrown around as he passed by to hand over his paperwork to the lobby receptionist, who took the folder and placed it in a large stack for it to be picked up by the interview facilitator later. With that it was just a matter of playing the waiting game for whatever big wig to let them in the conference room or show face.
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