He knelt before Bargolf, as was expected of any man adressing the King, even one of the Hellblades who stood beside him as equals during the war. Upon completion of the formal greeting, Bargolf motioned for everyone else in the room to leave, which they did without hesistation. Bargolf stepped towards him. "Rise Abaddon. I've been hearing some interesting rumors as of late.", he said, as he began pacing back and forth before the dark knight.
"Rumors... My lord?", he asked, knowing that rumors usually meant he was about to be deployed to massacre a small village.
"Yes. Rumors. Though it's probably nothing of any significance, word has begun to spread of a small group forming in the south that seeks to challenge my rule.", he paused, walked towards the knight, looking him in the eye. "I have no interest in being challenged, Abaddon.", he said.
He smirked. "Of course my lord. I undertand. You wish me to... investiagate the matter... and ensure that any who may try will fail, and to discourage any more from trying.", he said.
"You learn quickly. The rumors suggest that a small group of warriors trained in the forbidden arts is forming, growing in strength and numbers, and plotting to overthrow my reign. Find the source of these rumors. Confirm their accuracy. If the source is a liar, execute him. Publicly. Painfully.", he said.
"And if the source is not a liar?", he interupted.
"Then you will make him one.", he said apathetically. "Give no quarter.", he finished.
To this Abaddon replied only with that same sickening smile...
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