The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 59: Red Hand Fionna

Chapter 59: Red Hand Fionna

DAEMON

Part of Daemon’s information ring in the East was the famed Red Sisters. An organization of young women who served as assassins, and in Yaren’s own words, high-class prostitutes.

Daemon had acquired the use of them as an information route three years ago when the Elder Sister of the organization had approached Daemon and made an offer.

In exchange for eliminating the Scarlet Mother—the leader of the Red Sisters—the Elder Sister would offer Daemon half the help of her organization. Daemon, on getting the information of the depraved ways of the Red Sisters had no qualms ordering Shadow to take out the stuck up Scarlet Mother who spearheaded most of the deprivation.

But the thing about evil was that the moment the head was cut off, the tail grew another head in its place. The then Elder Sister, despite the agreement with Daemon, still went ahead to forcefully recruit female pups not more than ten and further subjected them to depraved means to initiate them into the organization.

Which was fine and well. After seeing how particularly effective the Red Sisters were in the information business, Daemon wanted the organization for himself. Which meant he now had to eliminate the current Scarlet Mother whom he had all but helped reach her current position of power.

That one in itself would prove to be a much fierce battle, so Daemon was biding his time with it. In the meantime, it was true he needed their help to push forward with the Madlea Plan.

Shadow entered his tent, a girl wearing dark red leather tight pants and long sleeve top swaying her hips in tow. A glance at the girl told Daemon that despite the heavy makeup that lended her a clandestine appearance, she could not be more than twenty-two.

Her lips were blood red, her skin deathly pale, and her dark brown hair braided into one single dark ponytail.

"The Scarlet Mother sends me a child barely out of the strings of being a shifter." Daemon said casually, sweeping a precursory stare at the girl. While she could be tagged as beautiful, her features were hard and her eyes dead.

The girl scoffed at the insult, almost as if the jab that she was incapable of doing the job hurt her greatly. "The Scarlet Mother sends me. My name is Fionna."

"I didn’t ask." Daemon said quickly, staring back at the girl with the same dead stare she used. "But since you’re so forward, Fionna, I shall now ask you. What can an omega like you possibly do for me? Do you think yourself capable enough to climb into Madlea’s bed? Or his pants for the matter?"

As Daemon expected, no anger flashed in her eyes at the insult. Whatever training the Red Sisters meted on their initiates was said to be capable enough to eliminate any emotion from them. But that didn’t stop the expression of annoyance that creeped up on her face.

"I would have you know that being an omega does not impair my abilities to act." She said haughtily, causing Daemon to start.

"I see they don’t teach you manners at the Red Sisters Dome," Daemon said, his wolf’s yellow eyes gleaming at her. Against her will, Fionna bowed slightly at the sight of his menacing Lycan wolf simmering in his eyes. "Perhaps I should start by offering you lessons on manners." Daemon drawled, standing from where he was sitting.

He walked towards the girl who was able to almost resist all of his wolf’s overbearing aura. For while she was bowing, it was only indicated by a slight hunch of her shoulders. Otherwise, her body was still standing upright which would have been impossible if it were any other omega standing before Daemon.

It occurred to him that whatever training was meted out on the Red Sisters made it possible for them to owe all their subservience and loyalty to the organization. That only motivated Daemon more. It was always the people who thought they were unreachable that ended up breaking.

Standing directly before the girl and ignoring Shadow who was two steps behind by her side, Daemon drawled. "Must I teach you your manners?"

The girl smiled sweetly, then bowed abruptly. "I apologize for this insubordination. Greetings Alpha Prince Daemon."

Daemon chuckled amusedly. "I am a banished prince, no need for excessive courtesy."

The girl raised her head, a taunting smile on her lips. "Do you want me to show you what I am capable of?" Fionna said.

"Show me?" Daemon repeated, as if seriously thinking about it. "Fine, I suppose you can show me how." he said with a fake sense of resignation.

Fionna took a step forward as if practicing a seductive dance, a devious smile playing on her lips. The space between them was successfully eliminated while Daemon observed her through a lazy stare. Her hands reached out, almost as if to caress his face, but before her fingers laid their mark, her other hand quickly whipped out, swiping at Daemon with an artificial iron claw that he hadn’t seen there before.

Daemon barely dodged it with a feral agility when Fionna swiped and swiped again with quick successions too quick for the eyes. The third swipe laid its mark—merely ripping at Daemon’s shirt without touching flesh.

Daemon chuckled as if finding the whole situation ridiculous. "Do not tell me this is the best you can do?" He remarked.

Highly offended, Fionna said. "I will be in Madlea Sofyr’s briefs when it will happen. You’re wide awake, not sexually intoxicated, and have full control over your Lycan wolf. Madlea is a mere level three Fernan shifter. He will be taken out by me when the time comes in less than three seconds."

"So you’re asserting that the only reason why could barely wound me is because I haven’t yet been seduced by you?" Daemon intoned sarcastically, "very well. I must ask that you seduce me then, mere words don’t convince me."

Fionna gaped at him, her expression conveying disbelief. Daemon was almost offended that the girl thought the task of seducing himself a difficult albeit an impossible one until Shadow cleared his throat.

"Fionna is a Red Hand Claw Mistress. We’ve tested her and we find she is up to the task." Shadow assured him.

Fionna shot Daemon a stare that said ’I told you so’.

In the organizational Hierarchy of the Red Sisters, the Red Hand was the third highest rank solely made for distinguished assassins. The rank boosted four kinds of mistresses; Claw, Blade, Poison and Shadow. But while the rank was impressive, Daemon was unmoved. Maybe if it were an Acolyte—the second highest rank—that stood before him, then he would have pretended to be impressed.

"You will be carrying out the plan tonight." Daemon informed her, "I will have you understand that infiltrating the camp and not killing Madlea is a high crime in my sight. Worse than that is infiltrating the camp, killing Madlea and also getting yourself killed in the process. Rest assured, it is not that I care for your life. But I find that the Rogue Army’s morale would be greatly shaken if the woman who infiltrates their base and murders their leader manages to escape unscathed. Do you understand?"

Fionna shrugged lazily. "Understood."

Daemon passed her a note that contained a coded message. "When the deed is done. You should leave this note behind very discreetly."

Fionna raised an eyebrow as if to ask what it contained, but on seeing that Daemon was not interested in revealing any more information than that, she nodded.

"Very well."

And with that, Fionna was led away from his tent to carry out the plan that would prove to make for a very long night. And in her hands was a message that Daemon had coded himself, knowing that Zoric would be able to uncode it. The message all but read.

After the mission, proceed to protect Zina WolfKnight. She has seen a vision of a great victory and how we can secure one. With her help, we shall finally end this war once and for all.

Daemon walked to the wolf chess table, moving the Supreme Wolf that previously stood beside the Aberrant farther away from the wolfless piece, isolating it and leaving it without any protection or defense.

The game just got even more interesting.