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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lichtenhart" data-source="post: 938659" data-attributes="member: 761"><img src="http://xcomic.myrice.com/pic/kht/wog/character/e3/iron_maskL.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Queen of Diamonds"Poor little lady. Even now, she is so beautiful." "She looks like she is only asleep. You'd say that at any moment she could wake up and start singing her songs.""I'll never know what they meant now. I don't even know what language it was.""We'll never know. Sheila's songs were all she had left to remind her she didn't always lived here, that she had a different life, once, somewhere." "Now they're just another one of her mysteries. All our customers loved her because she was so mysterious. Maybe only Lenny knows the truth now." "Don't call me that way again.""Oh Lenny dear, you're here? I didn't notice you.""You can't notice me if I do not want you to do. And don't ever call me Lenny again. Only mum can call me that way. For you, my name is Jack.""Yes...Jack but now come away. You shouldn't stay here.""I want to stay another little bit with my mum. Alone." "Mmm... all right Jack. We'll call you later when the dinner is ready.""Thank you. Please leave me now. I want to stay alone."King of Spades"Remember always to observe how they breathe, Jack. Breath doesn't lie. If you know how a man breathes, you'll know how he thinks, you'll know his next move, you'll know if he lies or not. With time, you'll know how to stop his breath. Remember also that there's nothing to be proud of in what we do. Pride is an enemy worse than a thousand bloodhounds. It'll find you, no matter how well you've covered your tracks, no matter how well you're hidden. I've see many good thieves killed by their pride. Let me tell you this: people everywhere hate us, well, they're right. They hate us because we kill their dreams. Everytime you steal something, you're killing a dream. When you kill someone, you're stealing everything he's got, you're killing all his dreams at once. That's not something to be proud of, no matter what a thousand mindless thugs could say to you. True thieves live just a step away from hell, so they know very well where they're sending their victims. Do you understand what I'm saying?""Yes, sir.""Jack, I don't want you to think that just because you will be able to do things the normal people can only dream of, this will make you a better man. This will make you a predator in a world of preys. But the eagle is no better than the lamb. She's just an eagle. But Jack, if you have to be an eagle, then be the best eagle on your mountain. Be sure no one dares to challenge you. Choose what you want to do and be the best there is at what you do.""Why are you telling me these things, Master of Shadows?""Because I'm old, Jack, and I won't be the Master of Shadows much longer. They haven't killed me yet, because they still fears the talons of the great eagle, even though they haven't seen her fly in quite some time already. But their desire, their pride is getting stronger, and as soon as I'll falter, they will destroy me. So you have to learn now, and to learn well, because this is the great eagle's last dream, the dream I won't let them kill. I want you to avenge me, and become the last Master of Shadows.""The last Master..?""Yes. I want you to become Master of Shadows to destroy the Shadow Veil. To completely erase the organization from existence. And with it, to destroy every proof I ever existed. I know you're the only one that can do it. But you still have so much to learn..."Queen of Spades"What? What the hell..?!""...is in your wine? Don't you recognize it, Baron? It's the same poison you used to kill your brother. But don't worry; you know it works slowly. It just gives us enough time for a talk.""Who are you? Guards! There's an intruder in the Palace!""Your guards aren't coming. The luckiest ones will awake in the morning with a serious headache.""Then who are you? What do you want from me? Money?""No, Baron, I don't want your money. And I am no intruder either. I think I have as many righs as you to be here actually.""I said who are you!?""How strange you don't recognize me. I thought you would have already understood. I'm Sheila's son. You can call me Jack.""I... I do not know anybody named Sheila.""What a poor liar you are, Baron. Look at how you sweat. Or is that the poison? You were a much better liar when you were young. In fact it took me quite a long time tosee through the web of lies you weaved around my mother and father. Yes, my father. But you have already figured out who my father was, haven't you, Baron? Or should I say dear uncle. For Sheila truly loved only one man.""That's... That's not possible.""It isn't? My mother was a woman of many secrets. She never even told me my father's name. I had to find it out by myself. And she never told you she was pregnant. Too bad for you. You had a nearly perfect plan, I must admit. You were the only one person they could trust. And you betrayed them both. Tell me if I'm wrong, Baron. You were the only one that knew how they loved each other. My grandfather was a very choleric man, and they were afraid to ask him permission to marry. They probably sought your advice, because you got along with the old man better than my father. They always ended up arguing, while you knew how to talk to him. You promised your help, to put their case under a good light.You said they'd better let you speak with your father, because you could make him reason. But I guess you never actually talked to my grandfather, did you, Baron?""I..I don't know what you're talking about...""Come on, dear uncle, I know you can do better than that. You have been quite a genius. You knew that even though my father and you were twins, you were quite different. Your father always argued with mine, but he appreciated his indipendence, his honesty and his valor, while he was less and less convinced by your silver tongue, your condescending and ambiguous manners. You must have thought that, if he had been the first to give the old man a heir, you would have lost the title you wanted so much. No, you had to avoid it at all costs. So you told my mother that your father was mad with rage that his son fell in love with a stranger, and a singer moreover, and that he forbade my father to see her again, under pain of being accused of treason and executed. Only something like that could have urged her to remain hidden like she did for all those years. She never even sang again in public. She must have thought that my father would have looked for her anyway, no matter the consequences. She did that to save him. Then you went to my father and told him that the old man sent you to test her good faith; you were to offer her money to disappear, while telling her how many sacrifices her life as a baroness would have required. You told him she accepted, and proof of it was the fact he couldn't find her no matter how much he searched. You also thought that my father would have never forgiven the Baron, and would have spontaneously renounced to the title, or he would have argued with his father with too much violence, sooner or later. As I said, a nearly perfect plan. Why then did you have to kill him?""He grew suspicious. He started asking the wrong questions. He was too close to the truth. I had to stop him. As I have to stop you now.""No, Baron, I wouldn't make such violent movements, they'll only make the poison work faster. And the antidotes you have in your pouch won't save you. You'll find they taste like fresh water actually. I do appreciate though that you start telling the truth, finally.""Tell me what you want, then! My title? My money? You can have everything you want!""I don't want nothing of you, Baron. I just wanted to see my father in your face for a while. My past finally dies here tonight. You too, I'm afraid. See you in hell.""...Hahaha. Don't go away so soon, Jack. You wanted  to see your father's face? Maybe you did. Your mother was a woman of many secrets? Did she tell you of the last night with your father? Well it wasn't 'your father'. It was me. He didn't deserve such a beautiful woman all for himself. That was a wonderful night indeed. Who is the poor liar now, Jack? Who is your real father? If I die, you'll never know! Jack! Come back, please! Jack! Jaaack!"</blockquote>

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