"Hahahaha"
Adam couldn't help but laugh as he relaxed in his new office after it had been recently 'vacated' by the previous owner. Even if she managed to co back, she wouldn't be able to say anything about it.
Or anything else for that matter.
The Office space itself was tacky to say the least, filled with gaudy portraits of Elise, all showcasing her vanity and inflated self worth. He couldn't help but recall how good it had felt to crush her like a bug
'Little Snake, You may have hunted one of your own but your goal is far from being complete, no~? I do hope that your show is not over yet'
'Can you just let relish this mont for at least a bit?'
Adam stopped laughing when Arachne questioned him, throwing water on his good mood.
'Pride cos before the fall little one~'
'Huh? That almost sounds like you care about ....?!'
'D-Don't be foolish you ignorant curr! You are rely a source of my entertainnt!
'Yeah yeah. Seems you know how to act cute sotis~!'
'You bastard! You will suffer for this!'.
'I am already a walking body horror. My blood is corrosive and my skin is now scaly. You can't do much worse than that, no?'
Adam felt a bit smug as for the first ti, he established dominance over Arachne. Yet sothing didn't sit right with him.
Why would they care about him? It was a question he had no answer for and one that Arachne would undoubtedly refuse to answer.
A sudden knock on his door dragged Adam out of his thoughts. Turning his head, he saw Blair glaring at him in the doorway. There was a mixture of indignation, fear and even a little respect in his gaze.
"You did well in cleaning up the 'ss' Elise caused. But don't think for a second that this sohow makes you an equal to us. You have just proven yourself to be a hound, not a mutt!".
"Great motivational speech Blair. You really know how to inspire to work for you..."
Adam's voice was laced heavily with sarcasm as he t Blair's gaze defiantly. No matter how violent he had been, Blair wasn't half as threatening as a goblin horde.
"You lil shiiii...No..."
Blair swallowed his surging rage as he tried to humble himself, most likely trying to get sothing out of Adam.
.."I am sorry Adam. I ca here to...ask you to do sothing for ."
Blair's jaw clenched, his shoulders rigid. The words barely squeezed past his teeth, like a man chewing on glass.
In response, Adam tilted his head,equally curious and amused that the violent athead was coming to ask him for anything.
"Oh~? The great Blair Samael, lowering himself to ask a re hound for help? Careful now—I might start thinking I'm a purebred."
Adam could see the vein throbbing on Blair's bald head, he was on the verge of bursting with rage at the taunts.
Entertaining as it was, there was no profit in pushing Blair over the edge. Adam let the smirk drop, his voice turning cold.
"What do you want?"
Blair took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before trying to regather his composure.
"I..have a client..that could benefit from what Anthony has you looking into. They have offered to provide significant investnt including advertisents."
Adam was caught off guard for multiple reasons. How did Blair know about Anthony's 'request'? Why was Blair coming to him and who was this mysterious 'client'.
Yet he didn't ask any of those questions, instead directing a loaded glare at Blair.
"That doesn't answer my question. What do you want? Don't make ask a third ti.."
Blair gulped nervously before he straightened his tie and roughly snapped back.
"I-I want you to co with to et this client. I want you to assure them that you can discover the cause of this mutation and utilize it to fix their problems.."
'What nonsense is he talking about?'
"...When is this eting?"
"...It was supposed to start 5 minutes ago.."
Adam facepald as he was reminded once again that his older brother was similar to Luna in that their brain was just another muscle.
'Well, Luna is cute so that's fine'
"Fine. Let's go. I have my own things to do after this. Who are we eting?"
"Ari Eversong and his father Gerard Eversong of Eversong Entertainnt."
Adam narrowed his eyes, suspicious.
"Eversong Entertainnt? The rising talent agency?"
Blair smirked, his irritation montarily replaced with smugness. "
The very sa. And Ari's their golden boy."
Adam let out a low hum. That was unexpected. A talent agency had no business ddling in mutation research. Unless...
Sothing wasn't adding up.
Adam frowned.
"Ari Eversong ca to you?"
Blair scoffed, shaking his head.
"Not him. His father, Gerard Eversong."
That was even more interesting.
"Why?"
Blair smirked, but there was sothing off about it—like he found the situation amusing in the worst way.
"Because his 'golden boy' has a... problem. And dear old daddy thinks your little 'research' might be the answer to all his worries."
Adam leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping idly against the armrest. "Be specific."
Blair hesitated for a fraction of a second—just enough for Adam to notice. Then, he let out a humorless chuckle. "The kid's body isn't keeping up with the image Gerard's been selling. And let's just say... normal dicine hasn't been enough to 'correct' the issue."
Sothing about the way Blair said that put Adam on edge. "And he thinks mutations will sohow 'fix' it?"
Blair's smirk widened, though his eyes remained cold. "You catch on quick."
Arachne stirred in his mind, practically purring.
'Oh, how intriguing~ A father so desperate to mold his child into his vision, he would reach beyond nature itself. Truly, your species never ceases to amaze .'
Adam ignored her, his thoughts turning.
Gerard Eversong had power, influence, and wealth—things Adam could use. But the way Blair phrased it, the vague unease in his voice... sothing about this felt wrong.
Still, he needed more information.
"Fine," Adam said, standing up. "Let's et the bastard."
As they stepped out of the office, a nagging thought lingered in his mind.
Ari Eversong was hailed as a rising star, a perfect prodigy. But if his father was looking for a way to 'fix' him...
What exactly was wrong in Gerard's eyes?
As they walked down the hallway, Ari's latest song started playing over the stereo system.
When you gaze in the mirror
Tell what you see
Broken pieces glitter
Is this all of
Splintered eyes are watching
Shards of what we were
In this scattered fra
Only one voice heard
Am I in pieces
Or finding my peace
Hundreds of whispers
Echoes never cease
Dozens of voices call
From the looking glass
In this cracked mirage
Future ets the past
Though we seem divided
Fragnts can unite
In the shards of mirror
Find the inner light
Am I in pieces
Or paths to release
Voices all blending
Peace in broken seas
Adam thought the lyrics were beautiful but sothing was off. As if the voice itself was distorted. Blair didn't react but he must know sothing...right?
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