Episode 14

"The Grand Seliah Army is a force to be acknowledged, Sirius." Lyon stated in a tone that left no room for retort. Sirius, Nile and Lyon were in a study room that was size of a ballroom. Right in the middle of the room, a black table was placed there. A map of the entire nation of Osnia laid on top of the table.

"I know that Lyon. I'm not creating this strategy because I doubt their skill. I'm simply creating this strategy because I know it will go in our favour. Trust me on this. Plus we have to deal with the new rising cult in your side of the land.' Lyon nodded his head agreeing with Sirius.

"What about your brother and his advisor?" Lyon asked, curious about what Sirius's answer would be. "Those two banished mutts are to not get involved. It is not their business and we shall keep it that way." The count replied curtly.

Nile was deep in his thoughts. The other night Cilio had told him that he and his brother were able to uses magic. Both light and dark magic. He didn`t know whether to tell Sirius about or keep quiet on the matter.

Sirius eyed his advisor who was deep in thought. "Nile, have you got anything to add? You're rather quiet." The aforementioned looked up and shook his head. "Nope, your strategy is perfect.

He'd keep quiet for the time being.

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Cilio stood on the ballroom balcony admiring the crescent moon that showed itself tonight. His white hair flowing in all directions because of the somewhat heavy winds that blew. It had been a good month since the incident, and nothing seemed to be happening.

His baby brother was still as spiteful as ever. He too was still vengeful, but he knew this hatred wasn't going to get him put of this mess.His ears picked up footsteps that were at least a good distance away from. He could hear that they were heading towards him.

"Beautiful night isnt it?" That god awful voice, that belonged to that slimy man, Miguel. Since their arrival two weeks ago, Kornelio had been nothing but genuine in his kindness. Miguel, on the other hand, made sure to always add his snobby two cents. Whether is a comment about being Nile's 'dirty pet' or being a eye sore to people with class.

This filthy, good for dogshit bastard always had something to say. If Cilio wasn't calm and collected, he would have pulled a Zohar and bit the cunt's head off. However, Cilio knew he had to grit his teeth and bare it.

"Indeed it is." The white haired boy replied in a semi passive manner. He wasn't in the mood for Miguel tonight. Miguel stepped on to the balcony and smirked. "You've got a temper tonight, don't you mutt." Miguel cynically said. Cilio almost let out a feral growl.

"Anyways, how's Nile been treating you?" The man flippantly asked, side eyeing Cilio for an answer. This question had Cilio somewhat shaken. Nile had been extremely weird these past couple of days. Cilio had grown somewhat close to the demon, and he could tell to some degree when something was wrong.

"Fine." He answerd curtly. He could see the light smirk appear on the man's face. "If you have something to say, say it." Cilio was growing incredibly inpatient. "Do you know the real reason your people were killed?" Cilio froze. His breathing got heavier, and palms began getting sweaty.

"Why are you asking such a question?" Miguel smiled manically. "I just wanted to know whether or not you were in the dark about the reason your family was destroyed. It was all a blur. The usually calm Cilio had Miguel on the ground and fist closed ready to strike, his fangs bare. Miguel laid there terrified, he knew what kind of strength the Amiel brother had. Before Cilio could punch, a warm hand was placed on his fist.

"That's enough Cilio." Nile's voiced, calm and authoritative he was. Cilio glare menacingly at the demon before standing up. That look made Nile feel some type of way, almost empty. Not a word spoken.

Cilio stormed off with only one thing in his mind.

'Nice guy Cilio Amiel is dead.'