"Let me in." The command of a woman echo's from outside."Yes."It's silent for a second before the iron door squeaks open, introducing Sienna into the white room.She closes the door behind her, and stands in front of it, without effort to move even an inch further into the room.This was one of the numerous rooms in the Mafia's main treatment center, like a hospital. Asides from the scent of disinfectants, the atmosphere is saturated by the aura of a man, deep in the filth of shame and regrets.Dante layed on the bed, looking like a mummy with all the bandages he was covered in from head to toe. He is completely still and looks lifeless from afar.Sienna's nose scrunches up slightly to the pathetic sight. She really doesn't want to deal with this crap, but Isadora has forced her hands this time.She expertly replaces that look with one of concern and sympathy and saunters to the side of the man lying in pain on the treatment bed."Dante," She whispers, "Are you awake?"Dante's eyes

Barefooted, Isadora followed the guard past the silent hallways to the top floor, like a lamb to the slaughter. He was walking so fast, it took conscious effort to keep up.At that moment, Isadora had a lot racing through her thoughts and a haunting feeling of uncertainty overwhelmed her very being. Only seconds ago this guard had barged into her room without warning and practically dragged her out in a haste, only muttering these few words."The Master wants you immediately."Isadora's heart pounds irregularly and an uneasy feeling creeps up her chest.Why does Vincent suddenly summon her so late at night? Her mind deters to the nearest possibility and she jams her eyes shut, suppressing such ugly thoughts. It couldn't be… it just couldn't.The guard halts and that's when she realizes they have already reached Vincent's chambers. He opens the doors without prior permission and pushes Isadora in, immediately closing it behind her with a hard jam.Isadora breathes in and out through h

Zeta walked briskly with several shopping bags in her arms on her way to Sienna’s room. From the corner of her eyes, she catches two maids conversing in hushed voices in the adjacent turn.She frowns deeply. These girls only know to slack off and gossip when she is away and have no one monitoring them. Now, she has caught them red-handed they will surely get a lecture from her.Zeta sneaks up behind the two maids but they don’t notice her, too engrossed in their discussion. One that also catches her attention when she was close enough to make sense of their words.“I saw Master Mateo come down to the servants' quarters today, he looks so handsome up close.” One said to the other dreamily, “You don’t get to see him all the time ‘cause he is always at Miss Felicity’s private quarters in his free time, right up her ass!”“You did? Why do you always get to be the lucky one? He rarely ever visits our part of the mansion. It must have been important.” Her partner replies.The first maid sco

THREE DAYS LATER For the next few days, Isadora's practice with Vincent gets a lot more intense and everything seems back to normal. He has neither summoned her to serve him nor has he mentioned the incident again. Whatever uproar that had risen in the mansion after Isadora's room upgrade has died down. Even Sienna has been laying low and out of sight for the past few days. Isadora never guessed her bluffs in the hallway would be so efficient. Right now, she is standing beside Vincent's desk. He has summoned her this early evening. Isadora shifts her weight from one foot to another, nervously as she waits for Vincent to address her for whatever purpose he summoned her here for. Her fast-growing unrest could be justified by one reason. Throughout their duel back at the practice grounds, usually with his gaze thick with hatred, there was something more this time …. much more sinister. He had that psychotic look in his eyes, the same look he had when he made her almost kill Dante in

It all felt random as an unknown man strolls by just in time to see the horse troupe. He freezes as his gaze falls and stays on the devil masked rider. Eye wide, as both innate fear and respect reverberated from his core, burning through his nervous networks and manifesting unto his trembling skin. There is a trace of annoyance in Vincent's words, "Felicity, did you…?" "I sent word that you were coming." Felicity smiled excitedly, failing to notice Vincent's disapproval. Though with one look at her face, he couldn't bear holding on to it. He had expected this, it was Felicity's nature. Thump! The deafening sound of submission caught Vincent's attention as well as the others. "F-forgive my insolence! I dared to stare directly at the son of the rising sun, engulfed in awe and my selfish desire to behold your might on this auspicious day. Please have mercy!" The aged man pleaded, kneeling with his forehead touching the earth. 'Son of the rising sun?' Isadora mused on the one phrase