3Chapter 1: First Joy“Target: Morgan Luz, 32;Partner: Cila XXXX, 30; (Fiancée)Attraction: Young and Cheerful;” “Mortal foolery,” Agma muttered under his breath. A lit cigar in his fingers crumbled onto the maroon-carpeted floor near his mahogany desk, where a bible quote stood proudly engraved on a golden plaque. Nearby, the fireplace crackled in glee as its flames thirstily consumed the blocks of wood, engulfing the office in a warm crimson glow. On top of it, a gleaming mirror hung regally; its framed engraved with several pulsing glyphs of varied colour. A deep sigh escapes his lungs as he leans back into his cushioned leather chair and takes a drag from the cigar between his fingers. The scent of aged spice wafted in the air; bitter, harsh and a hint of heated iron– just the way he liked it. In the background, what sounded like crying sheep could be heard quietly.As he brought his fingers to his lips for another puff, the sound of skipping feet echoed in the doorway and into his office. Knowingly, Agma looked up to find a young girl grinning at him in anticipation.Ilo was the Joy of Agma’s legion, and the youngest of the lot at a mere five-century old. With her small stature, glossy mid-length charcoal hair, radiant violet eyes and a youthful bubbliness, the impish girl could have easily been mistaken by humans as a high school student – that is, if high school students had black horns jutting out of their skulls and pointed tails swaying between their legs. Like every other member, she had her own glyph – engraved on an emerald attached onto a silver bracelet.
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