Pilio turned to his idol, that saint of murder. "Ask the Warframe", Dom said, "He knows exactly why."įear filled Pilio's heart. Helplesss - those sad, kind eyes locked on Pilio's in a regretful farewell. The weapon clattered to the polished wooden floor, even as his feet left it, dangling three feet above, The man opened fire on the three, before being seized from behind by the fourth.Īsh's illusory clones vanished. The mustachioed man leapt to Dom's defense, snatching his sidearm from beneath his ironwood desk - a foolish mistake.Īsh split into impossible multiples. Pain! Dom leapt to his feet, urging his brother to hear what the target had to say,īut Pilio saw only the scabbed-over divot between Dom's eyes where a black jewel had once rested.ĭom had turned his back on the order. The gem burned as it pushed these images away.Ī young man with grand mustaches smiling and saying, "Of all the sons I could have had, I'm glad it was you two."
Pain cracked through Pilio's brain, the smoke-gem between his eyes flashing hot! In the target's chambers sat a middle-aged man with long, handsome mustaches, his eyes sad and kind.Īnd with him? Dom: in civilian clothes. Or if he could not do so, beneath the blades of his lifelong idol: Ash. Pilio's soul was to die that day: as the life drained from his brother's eyes With Dom dead at Pilio's feet, two essential killings would have taken place: that of a failure, and that of any shred of pity within Pilio. You see, as you might expect of an Orokin school of murder, the Scoria were ruthless when it came to. So it fell to Pilio - the lesser - to uphold the Scoria by taking Dom's life.īy this, the Seven would have assurance that Dom's flaw was not a. it was Dom who had been captured by the very target he was tasked to kill.Ī sin unforgivable to the Scoria. While he idolized Ash, worshipped him, Pilio lacked Dom's grace and clarity.Īnd Ash's ruthlessness. His brother, Pilio, however, was not so gifted. Two notable students of the Scoria's anthracite halls were also two brothers: Dom and Pilio.ĭom was nimble, cunning, and a quick study with the blade. No devotee knew of any life, any thought that was not Scoria Doctrine.įor every question, so the Orokin of the Scoria said, Ash was the answer. The Scoria.Įach assassin bore a mark: a swirling, smoky-black jewel between their eyes. Patron saint of the Orokin school of political assassination known as.
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