King Of Darkness

Chapter 2

Willow went to her room and had a nice long shower. Just because the Guild head called her, no need to run to carter her needs.

Her muscles protesting from the exercise, she scrubbed and washed her hair. Wrapped in a white towel, she used her left hand to wipe the mirror before gazing at herself.

Her long blonde hair clung to her, a shade darker now, as it fell limply around her shoulders. It almost touched her butt. Her green eyes held many secrets as she scrutinised herself.

She is tall like other fae. 5'.10". Her limbs and legs are well-toned, courtesy of her daily routine and the harsh life she lives. With her sharp cheekbones, pouty lips, many would say she is beautiful. To the point of looking almost ethereal. But only she know what the skin hides. Pain. Thirst for vengeance.

She turned her back to the mirror and swiftly got ready to head to the Guild head's office. Anything to make her forget.

With sure steps, she followed the path that will lead to the Guild head's office, her gaze not lingering on her teammates bickering in the front of the gym room.

"You called?" Willow questioned once she entered the office, without knocking the door.

"Ah... Willow, thank you for gracing us with your presence. I was expecting much later response," the guild head responded to her presence by leaning on her chair. She is an old woman with an indefinite age-look. For some she appears 50-something and for others 70-something. Her this quality along with some other attributes made her popularly known as "chameleon" in the circles.

"You never mentioned time," Willow replied flippantly as she circled the chair and sat on it.

"Of course, silly of me. I should have done that. Your team always tries my patience. Why can't you be like other team and their members"

"Then it would be too easy for you. Someone has to keep you on your toes in your old age," Willow smirked. It's an internal joke as the Guild Head may look old but she is not old. No one knows what she is, fae or vampire or mage. But many guess she must be vampire or fae as they are the only ones who could be immortal.

Willow don't hate her nor dislike her. It's just she likes to bend some rules. After all, teasing keeps a relation healthy.

"Why do I bother with you lot?" The Guild head pinched her nose in frustration.

"If it's Reagan you won't even get this much attention," Willow pointed out the fact. She at least follows the rules albeit with little detours if it is beneficial for her, but no one can tell Reagan what she must do. Just like Azrian. Yes, their team is one stubborn bunch.

"Thanks for brining that to my attention. That girl will surely land me on an early grave."

"We both know you are not dying any time soon. Now quit stalling and tell me the purpose of this meeting. Do we have to hunt another rogue? Which category? I need stats-how many kills he has made already, location, where was he last time when he was sane, you know the usual," Willow asked leaning forward as she scanned the desk between them for any clues.

The office is a mix of both old-school and new technology. As magic and metal don't mix properly, the Guild head uses paper and files which in turn solidifies the doubt that she is either fae or vampire.

Behind her, there is a screen that is tracking the team that has gone for the hunt which is totally unnecessary, but its the guild head's way of keeping her finger on all sort of things.

"No. This is not about the growing rogue issue"

"It's not? Do we have a new problem we are not aware of?" Willow sat straight, leaving the air of casualness behind her as she contemplated the reason behind this call.