IF ALL GOES TO PLAN ( seharael )

[sien, THE ILLUSIVE]

It made him feel nauseous walking around Edil-Amandrah with a large smile plastered upon his face; Niare seemed to be a little sick too, yet that was perhaps because she'd not seen Juudas since Sien had been cast into exile. They assumed her dead, like they assumed him in captivity. They were all fools, they 'd forgotten how truely powerful Sien was, they'd forgotten his title; The Illusive. They would not have been able to hold him forever, even when he was bound by lock and key, by magic and by so much more. You could not capture what you could not understand, Sien was truely Illusive. He had escaped, and as of yet not one of the Gods had seen the signs. It was idiocy.

His eyes moved quickly around the city of Amanterate, there was someone here he wanted to see - someone who he'd been looking for, for over an hour and yet she was nowhere to be found. Niare told him to give up, but he would not listen to her, eventually he would find her. A slender hand caressed his hair, finding it longer than normal, he gave a soft bark of laughter as he snagged a bit and held it before his eyes. It was the platinum blonde hair that was signature to the Malaki, it reviled him to wear it and yet if he wished to slip by unnoticed here, there was no other option. His skin was deathly pale, it seemed to reflect the sunlight; giving him an ethereal glow. It was said throughout the land that the Malaki were godly creatures; infinitely beautiful with personalities to match. Sien knew better, better than most. They were foul, decieving creatures who killed innocents because of a threat that they may pose. They would pay for the massacre in Nazura, pay for the destruction of their land. How would they pay? The only thing he wanted was their lives, their Gods' life and the lives of their children. He would have vengence for what they had done to him.

"Calm Niare, we won't be long."

His words were dismissive and held a hint of annoyance to them. Although he smiled a tolerant smirk at her; she was his sister and thus he would tolerate her foolish antics. She failed to understand that he would not be placed in the Dead Planet again; for first he would have to be found out, then captured, then sentenced. It would not happen. Not even the metamorphi could disguise themselves with the strength of his disguises, if he did not want to be recognised, if he wanted to look like one of the disgusting Malaki then he could do so. He was unknown; simply another blur in the crowd on his way to pay his respects to the God.

Suddenly his eyes snapped ahead and his movements ceased. Hawk-like vision watched curiously and his head seemed to tilt to the side. His movements were kept relaxed although an inner tension seemed to climb through his body, deception was a trait he could handle nicely. There she was: Eileithyia. He felt a smirk crawl to his lips, she dissapeared. Giving a sideways smirk to Niare he set off toward where he last saw her. Nobody would stop him having her, he wanted her; and he always got what he wanted.