Only a few beams of moonlight were strong enough to cut through the haze of dark clouds above as a light breeze blew through the rebellion's camp below.

A man's cries were heard clear above the rest as he cried out for mercy, tears and snot streaming down his face while Orion stood behind him, threading his fingers into the man's short hair and splaying them across his scalp. "Did you listen to the cries of mercy for those guards your little rebellion murdered for that chest of gold? I think not..." His eyes glinted in the small bit of firelight as thin streams of necrotic magic rose from the man's eyes and scalp, traveling up Orion's arm before dissipating near his shoulder as he drew out the man's very soul.

The man slowly slumped to the ground with a dull thud, his skin a deathly grey pale as small wisps of necrotic magic lingered.

Orion turned away from the now corpse, looking across the clearing as the rest of his men round up the last of the rebellion, his eyes spotting people he had seen before within the kingdom such as the Baker's son and a few of the other poorer residents. He scoffed before turning away, entrusting his men to handle the last of the prisoners and take them to the jail and punish any others that had been related to them.

The rebellion's camp wasn't that far from the kingdom, only taking a half an hours walk to reach the tall walls. He scaled them even though he could have freely walked through the gates, finding this way to be more rewarding while getting a good view of the place he called home.

He dashed across the rooftops with ease, his eyes constantly looking down at the barely lit streets below for anyone that seemed to be up to no good, a habit he's picked up over the years of being Cato's living shadow. Within just a few moments he finally reached his destination of the street of silk, the scent of debauchery and perfumed oils wafted up past him as the sight below was filled with extravagant silks bannered across the street alongside deep red lights along the building walls.

A soft thump sounded off as he landed on the cobbled street after jumping off a lower part of a roof. Beside him was his true destination however, 'The Pearl', this kingdom's flawless diamond amongst the rest of the jeweled establishments here, and the one that held his songbird.

His hand moved to a pocket beneath his cloak, feeling the small box there that held a gift for his songbird, his perfect angel that he had gotten recently during one of his jobs. It was something that he believed would outdo the last of his gifts as he entered the brothel.

Within just a few seconds, one of the main brothel workers, a portly and very well-dressed man walked up to him and before he could utter a word, Orion pulled out a specially made golden coin that bore the king's insignia upon it, rendering the man utterly silent.

There were many perks in being the King's favorite.

He walked past the man who had now averted his eyes, not wanting to draw the ire of the King's shadow, and made his way up the stairs that he had taken quite a few times in these past months. Other whores looked at him with some interest but the moment they realized just who he was they turned their gaze, focusing on other patrons.

As he walked over to that familiar door, he quietly opened it, never seeing the need to truly announce his presence to his precious songbird. The scent of her perfume blocked out the heady smell of the rest of the brothel, immediately calming him in ways nothing else ever could. His eyes were already drawn to her as she sat at her vanity desk he had specially made for her, her back towards him as she focused on fixing up her appearance. He stayed within the shadows as he moved silently over to her before his arms were wrapped around her, his hand covering her mouth as she froze before squirming in his grasp. He chuckled against her ear, his breath moving her hair slightly. "Relax, dove... It is just your faithful shadow."