#anyway this is from your last ask in my prev blog ;') hope u didnt mind me answering here

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  "My dearest Jericho," the letter began, in impeccable gold calligraphy. "I know we've had our qualms, but I write to you today to ask if we could put the past behind us and start anew. I still wish to do business with you. If this should find you in good spirits, please respond to me post haste. I trust you already know how to find me. With love, Khada Jhin."

   “Grand General, sir.”

 FILTHY, THICK FINGERS parted from the paper’s gold-laced edge. The soldier handled it with no more attention than he would any other document. There was dried blood & gunk under his nails, none of which went unnoticed under Swain’s tentative gaze. A gift so meticulously packaged, fell victim to rough treatment. Yet, when met with the General’s touch the tidings from overseas would be granted mercy; his thick brow twitched faintly, curiosity soothing the fires in ruby reds. He pinched it between index & thumb, scraping the tiniest sprinkle of dirt from the seal with a clawed fingertip. As if to betray its homeland, the papyrus was — befittingly fragile. Jericho’s lip twitched.

  “Thank you for your service.” But his tone of voice was as thankless as it could get. “You may go.” He waved the herald off with little more than a nod. The man almost appeared reluctant for a moment; albeit another brute from the warhost that extended far beyond this tent, he was no fool. Even a blind man could tell how expensive the paper he just handed was. With the Empire’s trading tax, it ought to have cost as an import. Though, really, the appointed troops just happened to find it stacked atop the bureaucratic pile they’d drag in every other morning. It had appeared randomly, overnight, without a signature or cover note. 

   Swain waited until his compatriot was well out of earshot before turning his attention to the letter. Even then, his hand was reluctant to pick it up before throwing another glance at the tent’s entrance — not the bashful glimpse of an anxious adolescent amidst forbidden heartthrob, however, but rather the cautious glance of a seasoned man in power. 

   Nostrils pressed to the fragrant parchment, breathing deep from a scent too familiar; comforting in a visceral way. Not to Jericho, no. His was a memory of gritted teeth & flesh charred from a dagger’s end. The bird beside him purred, however, three sets of beady eyes rolling over the scripture as if captivated by the ink’s golden gleam. Something spoke of home; of the place where it all began. The First Lands.

  A gloved palm raised sharply, ceased the creature’s cooing. Jericho took his time adjusting the chestplate’s weight on his own seatbones as if bracing for an imminent assault. Though it was just a piece of paper; without seals to guard it. If a connoisseur of the theatrical arts was to mail him so casually, he would expect the contents to provide satisfactory spectacle.

  And they did. Weathered features contorted with puzzlement, soon to blossom into a smile. Between his teeth slipped a haughty chuckle, before he took his time running a pointy claw down the letter’s spine, halving it in its trail. With practiced ease, he proceeded to rip the note apart and discard it; it joined the pile of shreds beside the General, soon to be burned into nothingness.

Ah. The ‘Golden Demon’ never fails to deliver.

#swain vc: i might humor this little critter one of these days #jhin is so soft it's almost haunting- #anyway this is from your last ask in my prev blog ;') hope u didnt mind me answering here #perfect-fourth #Answered Asks ||