Adoni sits in a brown leather seat, his long masculine legs extended and his elbows burrowing indents into the seat arms. His silver hair wraps around the entire chair as he gazes up at the glass dome that stands above the beautiful golden marble floor. The sun is blinding but so beautiful.
'Please don't do it Adoni, my son,' Her words repeat itself in his head. Adoni sighs and repeatedly taps his foot. He had to make a decision soon. He had two hours until they are sent off to do their mission. He now sits alone while the other men he will work with talk with loud voices while they wait to get a haircut. It will help them blend in with the crowd better, despite their heavenly face features.
Avoiding a crowd wouldn't be too much trouble. Some orphans like he was, mocked him for his royal heritage and silk-touched hair. But that didn't stop him from getting the position of an assassin, he thinks it only increased his chances. His distant mother had something to do with it. Or if you could even call her that. He blocked the woman off for 26 years because she had done it first after he was born, only to be kidnapped and sworn to spare this hybrid. What she didn't know was that he planned on keeping her for himself.
"I'm ready to kill the hybrid bitch," Enzo, one of the men Adoni works with, shouts. Adoni was too in his head to care. Enzo's shoulder-length hair shaping around his face as he tilts his head in deep thought.
"First I'm gonna have my well-deserved fun then gut her like a pig," Victor murmurs. His Pompadour Haircut slicked back and curl at the end, giving it a flame-like look. He runs a hand through his black hair to give it a messy look. It wasn't long before he was called up by a short-haired woman with long legs and a pencil skirt.
After an hour of fighting with the barber, Adoni decided to go with the longest haircut. The Side Part Cut. One side of his hair reaches his jawline. The barber died his roots black to give his hair some kind of natural color then had the guards force him down to finish trimming it up again and finally blow-dried it.
Pissed off, Adoni angrily collapses back onto the leather chair in the community room where the other two remained groomed and dressed. Both boys smirked their eyes following Adoni's every move.
"What's wrong Fulger, mad they touched your perfect Fulger hair," Victor claimed with a scoff. He sat with an up to no good look. He wanted to see the royal bastard lose his control.
"I'm not a Fulger," Adoni growled. He stopped being that the day he laid feet onto întuneric. The Crepuscular territory. He was raised as a Crepuscular and got a job that most moved people wanted, the chance to kill Fulgers. Only the men who strive to have more power when both Ușoară and întuneric territories are supposed to have an even supply of power. Yin and yang.
"You're in denial Fulger, just because you were moved here because your Fulger parents didn't want you doesn't mean you don't carry the revolting gene. Having black wings with means nothing, it only shows what an abomination you are," Victor replies, rising from his chair, dramatically spreading his large black wings.
"Does not affect how I am going to bash your Crepuscular face in," Adoni raises from his chair and starts toward Victor.
"Try me," Victor smirks. It worked, who knew he could anger a Fulger. They always said they stand for peace.
"Don't get your feathers in a ruffle, Adoni, is it?" Enzo steps between the two. "He's a dick to everyone and brings the worst out of people for the fun of it. Don't fall into the spider's web or you will be like all the other flys."
"Sit down gentlemen," a heavy voice booms throughout the room. Samuels, the man who put all this together, strides in with confidence on his shoulder and arm wrapped around vanilla folders with a hand in his pocket. His suit is straightened and his waist-length black hair is put in a ponytail.
"These will be the positions you will be playing," Samuels passes around the vanilla folders with names written on it. Adoni takes a seat farthest from his rival, deeply glaring him down, his eyes a darker shade of blue.
"I don't care how you get the job done, just get done with it without exposing us or who you are," Samuels said, circling the three. "If that happens, you will all be executed after suffering the consequences first."
"Yes, sir," Adoni, Victor, and Enzo reply all at once.
"Enzo, you will take part in the school's band," Samuels points to Adoni, "Adoni, you will participate in the school's football team." And finally. "Victor, you will be the school's staff, taking up a position for the Hybrid girl's Chemistry class."
"There has to be some kind of mistake. I don't even have the required education from High School because I never went," Victor leaned forward.
"Don't worry Victor, since your so educated on Fulgers, it should come easy," Adoni smirked.
Samuels continues. "Your goal is to complete this mission by or on October 31st, no later. So that means you have three weeks and five days to put the girl down. Your powers will be limited because you don't have a direct power source in the mortal realm, use it wisely. Also, a fair warning, we were informed that you might run into Fulgers from the Ușoară territory while you are there. Don't let them get to her before you do. Try and make her feel safe and that you are on her side because the hybrid girl is at the point of maturity and may have started developing her powers. Understood?"
The three assassins shook their heads. Victor's grip on his knife tightens as a sinister smile comes across his face. He would find a way into the girls pants before anything.
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