Bosgar was in a foul mood post the encounter with that detective and 669. Even after his death, his brother was causing trouble for him. If only the man could die without attracting the Royal Guard’s attention, but as much as his father was keen to shaft the matter aside to save some of the family’s good standing status. With the Royal Guard still focused on them, the problem was clearly not about to go away.
“And now Arren and Lehen are urging me to do something about it. Those bothersome elder brothers are only looking out for their own two-face skin.” He frowned as he thought over the meeting whilst riding the harse litter back to this family estate.
Bosgar was the youngest of five brothers. And between them there was always some game of family politics played. Arren being the firstborn could never do wrong before his parents, and the man knew it. He played the good first son well, whilst working his poisonous charm behind the scenes to ensure his younger brothers couldn’t usurp his inheritance of the family business. Lehen being a year younger to Arren, had the most volatile relationship with Arren and Marcus. Ironically, he doted over Lau who was the fourth brother and two years Bosgar’s senior. Bosgar never trusted Lau who everyone considered the gentle and quiet good-natured boy. He had his reasons for this distrust: learning quickly it was better to be on Lau’s good side, if anything to keep Lehen in check and off his radar. But the brother who disliked Lau the most was Marcus.
“Lau. I wonder if that silent blade has anything to do with Marcus’s death?” He muttered his thought aloud then waved it off with a superficial flick of a hand, and began to sing a ditty tune.
His mind soon wondered to 669’s image and thoughts of why such a refined flower would be fated with a henchman’s majestic will.
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“Well, if he was set with a royal or nobility will, I probably wouldn’t want to bed him. He’d be just another player in The Game.”
The Game was an unavoidable consequence for being gifted with a wealthy and high societal status Majestic Will. Any family and person give the will of rank, power of people and commodities became a pawn in The Game of greed and gain. For it wasn’t against the will to be in competition with each other. However, no one could make another poor. But there were loopholes to wipe out rivals and steal their wealth. One of them was murder.
A few acts weren’t against the great Peace Order Balance, so were allowed without deity consequence. They were thievery, murder, genocide, psychological warfare. War and destruction was allowed as long the world was kept in balance, and didn’t greatly impact the Majestic Will. The whole Holy Order and Demon Domination balance game was played using these cards. Dealing death to your enemy was just a way to get by. No one could avoid the Majestic Peace Order game, which had been in play for millions of years.
“So murder is a social sin, not a deity one. If that’s the case, Lau might have had a hand to play.” Bosgar mused with this mind back on the trail of his brother’s murder.
Although try convincing his father it was anything but. Despite being allowed, no family of status wanted to have murder in their house. It left a bad taste and tainted the fixtures with a nasty stain that lingered no matter much was scrubbed away. Indeed, the whole situation rubbed Bosgar the wrong way. He hated the fact that taking another life was even a consideration: playing those type of cards in The Game was uncouth and, frankly, a weak hand to play. Even if he despised Marcus, he wouldn’t want to be the hand that killed him. That kind of impurity wouldn’t sit well. But his other brothers probably wouldn’t have a conscience against it and could easily dismiss the act as nothing more than business.
“Family.” He sighed and leaned back against the seat, deciding to dismiss it all. It was better to sample fine spirits at parties and have feelgood sex with many willing lovers.