Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A Year: 3085.

Milen Geyr

¶The room was cold and barely lit; flickers of orange and yellow were splattering on the wall from a few burning candles illuminating what it could of the room, as well as upstaging the thick scent of rosewood and cinnamon that tangoed in the air.

Czarina sat straddled on a wooden chair, as Milen's head sunk deeper into the middle of her hips. A tall mirror stood to the left side, leaning against the colored wall, one which she'd occasionally turn to, to steal glances at the entirety of Milen's dexterity caught by the mirror, with gasps and near stifled moans that escaped her throat.

The mirror revealed her naked, and a purple silk scarf binding her wrists to the chair arm, with her legs shot forward and her toes twinkling in and out as he ravaged her.

Her eyes clenched tight, as her chest popped high, arching her back and tilting her head backwards, with her breast pointing to the ceiling. Her hips slightly ascended too, pulled away from the seat, causing Milen to equally adjust. Having shifted to fit, he slowly pushed his hands towards her cleavage and fondled her breast, while he continued slaying her with his tonguing.

Czarina struggled to free her hands, forcing them to reach for Milen's head as she planned on shoving his face deeper into her thighs, but it was futile. Fruitless, her fingers then clasped the curved polished edge of the chair arm, her teeth gritted as she swallowed a screech. Her chest pounded and her breathing sped higher, and unable to contain it, she let out a scream that leaped from her throat, and her hips began to convulse and jiggle voraciously, until finally, she set loose a sigh, her breath calming, and her legs reached for the ground once again, with her lid peeling apart.

Her face strained for Milen's and he hoisted, met hers, and gave her a kiss.

Milen smirked and said.
"I'm nowhere near done Czarina."

A wicked smile dragged its claws on Czarina's face as he stood. He undid the silk that caged her hands, pulled her up and led her to the edge of the bed, where he walked into her skin, and planted his lips on her's again.

"Are you ready?" His eyes asserted as it dug into hers, and she responded with a satisfactory nod. "Then I'll do all the heavy lifting." He forced up his tshirt, exposing a long line of scar that ran across his broad chest. "So, be a good girl and dance for daddy, okay?" She nodded affirmatively.

Milen then pushed her unto the bed and mounted her. He started with a deep passionate kiss and slowly moved to her chin, and then to her neck where he licked and sucked, before picking his way through her cleavage to her navel with his tongue, where he stole a good chunk of time before journeying further to her thighs, slowing feeling the warmth and tender skin underneath with his face.

"Hm! That's...That's it-" She softly said while throwing off groans rigged in the intensity of the moment.

Pleasure at times like this were best savored, knowing it could be your last, and both Milen and Czarina ensured to relish in its wealth as though their lives were in trade.

He paused at her loins and took a moment to sink his head into it again, which caused another outburst of pleasurable moans from Czarina. He then flipped her over, having her lay face down, and her hips straight and knees brushing against the flowery sheets underneath. A smug riled on Milen's face as he looked down at her with countless images shuffling through his mind. A sinister giggle rumbled from his mouth, following with his fingers attacking his belt until it unbuckled, he unzipped and let his trouser fall, then he dove in for more...

They both rolled over and had their eyes momentarily tailing the cracks on the ceiling, after which they let out a satisfying sigh, as they began to struggle to grasp the concept of real breathing.

"Do you know why I like you Milen?" Czarina asked, and peeled away the strands of black hair her sweats had glued to her face.

"Because I'm simply amazing?" Milen responded with a chuckle.

"Because you know how to treat a woman well..."

He scoffed,
"Tell that to the ashes of the three ladies I spent my morning with."

"Czarina..." Milen said amidst lifting himself and trailing the littered clothes in search for his trousers. "Czarina, I'm certain you've heard about the --"

"The bounty on your head?"
She cut him off the rest of his words with a smug glowing in her face, as though she were some omniscient goddess. She tugged and pulled the sheets to her neck, shielding her nude before turning to face Milen who had located his shirt and was examining it for tears.
"Its huge I hear, and downside is, only a few bounty hunters can match your face with the wanted poster."

Instantly his head flicked to her "Cza --"

"Don't worry," she calmly interjected, forcing Milen's brow to farrow. "I can't simply sell out my best customer, but you gotta lay low a bit, and try to avoid the bar for a few weeks, hopefully it blows over."
She watched and heard him immediately scoff and then stuff his legs into the trouser, pulled it up to his waist, zipped and buckled.

"Thank you Czarina. For a whore, I actually trust you."
He smiled and winked playfully at her.
"That could've been true, if only trust and this serpent could hold a spot in an actual sentence."

"Sharp tongued as always, pervert!" Czarina scoffed. Her eyes instantly fell from his, as she grabbed the sheet hanging around her cheat tightly, and her knuckles slightly becoming pale.

She then muttered softly. "I'm sorry, but that's all I know," She looked up, and saw him watching her with the corner of his eyes. "So, you can now get the fuck outta here before I get into trouble!"
She barked with a smile while watching him pick his jacket, pull out a few dunari notes and slam it on the table, before turning to grab his sheathed katana rapped in a clothe, and head for the door. "Bye lover boy!" She waved at him

"Tsk!" He cursed while grinning and slamming the door behind him.

Without the furrowed brows and pitiful appearance, a delightful smirk sauntered on Czarina's lips, and her eyes twinkled in greed and a glow of purple.

¶Light filled Milen's eyes the second braced through the door. Looking back, he wasn't certain if the night he spent with a viper was worth it, as he knew how cautious she was at giving up information.

"Her little drama didn't fool me, she's still as devious as ever. But," He sucked a chunk of the warm air that settled momentarily at the base of his lungs, before he expelled it.

He growled. "I'll have to do the digging myself, if I need to know about this Amarethean shit." A grin appeared on his face. "Emperor Xerxs, I can't let you have my head just yet." He said, mounted his motorcycle, and drove off.

*

The edge of the well seemed to have been accomodating Milen who sat on it, and his thoughts. A dying cigarette was clenched by his lips, and his eyes subtly surveyed the actions of the folks.

Nothing of this lowly town was new to him anymore.

His eyes shuffled between the stretched-out building encircling the well, just as his gaze bounced off the normal men and settled on those his instinct advised. His instinct was always right on the money, and he never overlooked its promptings.

The well was a strategic location in Zhang, as he could easily watch most of its inhabitants without much effort. Moments like these were of those he treasured his sight. For as long as he could remember, he had always been able to see farther and better than any normal man. With is long range vision and a near three-sixty degree sight, surveillance was quite simple, given he had a good amount of concentration.

Milen's eyes suddenly adverted to the crest guards pummeling and kicking a thief, while dragging the poor girl to the death row. He watched the girl beg and the angry men who enjoyed giving her the full force of their fist, then he noticed others around, he saw that not one person spared a glance, nor did they offer any form of compassion to the little girl who was near unconscious and covered in blood.

He shook his head to the display before him, and said softly. "I blame those who make it difficult for children like these to find descent meal."
His brows immediately concaved following the memories of him in a similar state and age, being pulled by the hair and beaten by stronger men. What he remembered most was how he killed all three men. That was his second kill, but he couldn't stop himself from kneeling over their corpses, and vomiting.

Milen rose from where he sat and spat out the cigarette his mouth held. He planned on distracting the men, and have the girl run away. "Escaping would be better than the cruelty that awaited thieves."

He grabbed his wrapped blade and motioned towards them. But just before he could say anything, a truck cut past him, filling the area with soot and creaking sound from its joints and wheel. The smoke could not obscure his vision, and he clearly saw the child stealing the opportunity her captors used to cough and shield their noses, to run.

Milen sighed, and turned around blithely. He sloppily began his steps away from the guards who had began scampering for the missing child. He went for his motorcycle as he was now bored of reconnaissance.

Just as his fingers were fixed on his motorcycle, a small frail but firm hand grabbed and tugged on his jacket. He turned to meet a child; the boy's head was a bit above Milen's waist; black hair with dirt patched between them; clothes were rigged in mud, torn and pieced together at some areas, and his breath was heavy and it reeked.

"What?!" He looked directly at the kid fiercely, hoping to scare him away. The boy stared back, getting Milen on high alert as the boy's eyes were deeply engraved in thick blackness and blood dripping from them.
"Get lost k--"

The child's grip on him stiffened, and he went straight to words, cutting Milen off completely.
"The sennight beckons." The child's voice, clear and eloquent, began to ring in Milen's ears.
"The heroes will rise again to usher in the light of the Amarethean."

Two lines ploughed Milen's forehead and his eyes hardened. "Wait, wha-"

Completely ignoring Milen's words, the boy continued his message.
"In Colchis, beyond its waves and tides, will you find the answers to your tears."

The boy loosened his grip on Milen, and disappeared into the streaming crowds, just before Milen could utter a sound.

He was quick.

Milen's eyes dug for him in the crowd, but he was lost in its jaw. He then switched to his ears and listened hardly to the pounding of foot, hoping to hear the scuttle sound of a scurrying youngling.

The more he listened, the more faint a step became was, and he finally pinned it point; he looked up, and saw the boy running between the huge hides of humans, pushing forward through the heavy fumes of machinery and the gust it exhaled. Without haste, Milen began a chase, pushing through the crowd and screaming at the kid to stop. He chased, running after the sound he heard, and the head he saw, until he finally caught up; grabbed the child by the back of his shirt's collar and lifted the poor boy above ground.

"Who the fuck are- oh, sorry!"
Upon realizing that he had the wrong the kid, he dropped the already struggling child, and turned to leave in frustration, ignoring the attention and peering gaze he had attracted to himself.

"Colchis! "
This was the only word that echoed on and on in his mind as he paced about, lost to the contrition that Invaded his mind.

Colchis wasn't an unknown place, in fact its dangerous reputation: a kingdom where magic and sorcery thrived above any other, was wildly known and avoided.

He was sorted for, and he could feel how dangerous it would if he simply waltzed into the fangs of his enemies in Colchis. "As though having a bounty on one's head wasn't enough, I'll get to deal with more than just sharp pointy things but dark magic as well. How exciting!"

"But I'm sure who ever sent that message, knows more about this Amarethean shit, and I doubt any ship will want to loiter around the borders of Colchis. But before that, I need to find a witch willing to guide the way to Colchis."
He ended his walkabouts, and finally concluded on a decision and the next step to take.
"If there are any form of deity that protects, please let me not meet my end in Colchis."

*

¶Pushing forward the leaves of the pub's door, he went for his usual seat. Settled, he called out the woman he came seeking.
"Amelia!"

"You're back, even after all the trouble you caused this bar last time."
The blonde petit bartender, having a yellow stained apron fitly hugging her waist, hissed as she brought Milen his usual drink-Scotch.

"I'm sorry Amelia, but I need your help"
He sniffed his cup's contents, took a quick sip, and awaited her response.

"If I wanted you poisoned, I could've coated my lips in it." She scoffed, and moved to another customer, while having part of her attention on Milen. "What do you need my help with?"

"Colchis -" he freed his grip on the cup, and gave her a stern look. "- I need you to guide me-us-there"

"No!"

Her cold response struck him.

"Amelia,"
Milen pounced the cup's bottom on the table so hard its content spilled over, and stood up to face her.
"I really need-"

"I left Colchis... No, I deserted Colchis a long time ago, and I'm basically not welcomed there anymore." He spoke silently to avoid prying ears. "I'm Sorry, I just can't risk it."
Amelia walked away and back with a clothe, to wipe away the spilled liquid off the table.

He sighed and grabbed the seat, drew it closer and sat on it, running his hands through his thick noir hair, and over his face too. He sighed again, and drank what quantity of scotch he had left in his mug.

"Its for a few hours only, and I can pay what ever amount you require."
He was persistent and desperate, as well as the fact that he didn't know a lot of witches, at least not one was wasn't in need of his throat. Asides Amelia, he trusted none other too, and so, he was eager to persuade her with what ever means.

"I need half of what is on your head. The bounty."

"How did you? I mean where did-"
This was a shock. He thought nobody could easily know about the bounty and who he was.

"Some men just began pasting your poster around the Zhang lately, and the neighbouring kingdoms..." she walked over to where he sat, and replaced his empty cup with a half filled one "It may not look a lot like you do now, but who wouldn't notice the resemblance?"
She raised a brow as she looked him in the eyes, before hurring away to attend to a more drunken man. He just stared at her, clothed in insecurity than fear.

His instincts rang again, and he obliged.

Milen cleared his throat before responding.
"I'm sure I'm a lot more attractive in person than the guy in the poster."
He grinned at her, following her with his eyes as she came back to him.

She ignored his jests, and spoke.
"You might be the only one who knows I'm a..." She turned left and right, leaned closer into his face and whispered "...a witch, but I will only accompany, if you pay me handsomely."

"Yes!" Excitement shot across Milen's face.

"But," Amelia killed the merriment that had already began its drums in him "I also have a reason to be in Colchis as much as you, and this may be my chance to finish what I'd begun years back."

"Uhmmm..." Milen stared confused.

"I for one, know how strong you are Milen Geyr, and that only a stupid person would dare stand in your way. I paid the price once, and I want a few other foolish people's death to be their own price."

"You want me to kill for you?" Milen asked.

"Not necessarily, but I need you beside me until I accomplish the task I'll be there for, and frankly, if anyone opposes me, make their deaths slow and painful."

From the way her eyes thickened, he understood what it was she planned on doing, and for his own goals, he needed to comply.
"Sure!"
He nodded affirmatively.

Milen hated being bound by anyone, but what worse could possibly happen if he followed the sexy bartender? Nothing right?

"Colchis' waters are dangerous -"

"Waters? Someone as powerful as you, can easily-"

"I can't, not anymore... not to Colchis."

Milen growled. "Fine. We'll go by ship then." He conceded.

"Good! We will leave before the sun is in its apex tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Milen looked at her, stunned.

"Yes. And find a ship that won't sink easily. I'll meet you by the shore then."

Milen agreed with nod.