“Sir, your brother is here; shall I invite him in?” the loyal concierge asked sitting a refilled glass of red Colorino at his side. “Ah yes, yes see him in” He said, handing the timid woman the tip of his cigar for her to spark. Taking a swift pull from the sweet Gregorio Café, he gently pulled his hand down to the arm rest watching as his brother’s hulking frame cast a shadow in the doorway.
“Ahhh Kano…Come, come in” he insisted crudely flagging off his help. “You have spent time in the gym?” He asked facetiously, noting his brothers augmented appearance. “Something like that” Kane replied, taking a seat not too far from the Italian white Cardinal Patriarch.
“So I assume you heard the news? Ziccarra has made your daughter Zeon; the new head of the family.” Kane explained, tossing the Italian Liafador a newspaper. “Yes, Yes I am aware.” Marcos replied coolly flicking his ashes into the ashtray. “Nana was a powerful Matriarch.” Marcos started interrupted only by his intent on taking another pull from his cigar.
“But she is not the same woman that unified the Tibetans clans, nor is she the same woman that brought your Bravehearts to the verge of extinction. She is…The Goddess a woman entirely different than the younger sister we watched grow up.” He explained, taking a minor sip of his wine.
“We knew once she got married to that Knightfall that our family ethics were going to change; it only became a matter of when. It was that Red and Blue anomaly that changed everything, he made her soft. He showed me Nana’s weakness.”
“Look Marcos, I didn’t come to talk about Ziccarra; I came to talk about your daughter being in charge of family operations. Ziccarra is the President of Spain; and with Zeon running our family operations in Malaga, we’re being pushed out of the equation.” Kane hissed with a heavy since of frustration.
“Are you suggesting I help you get your title as Patriarch back? If so, this conversation is over brother.” Marcos’ eyes met with Kane’s only for a moment, in this brief glance the Italian Liafador could tell that wasn’t the case; Kane came for another reason.
“No, I want you to take the title of Patriarch…someone more stable.” Kane rebutted a notion that visibly took Marcos off guard…only for a moment.
Marcos shifted in his seat just a bit, providing him more room to cross his legs. “Did I ever tell you about my other daughter?”
“Marcos, I hardly think Lebreau is capable enough to tackle Zeon; and even if she was she’s not fit to lead.” Kane interrupted also shifting in his seat.
“HA! I forgot about that one” Marcos chuckled blowing on his cigar once more. “No, No I have another one have you ever been to Gothic City?”
“Honestly, no bad things happen to people in Gothic City…so I’ve heard. Why?”
Rising to full form with his hands positioned behind his back, Marcos picked up a slow saunter to a newspaper he retrieved not too long ago. “They call her the Darwinist Dictator; I’d say that’s fitting for the topic at hand. She’s been held up in a place called Bedlam Asylum for quite some time. I only just recently found out she’s a child of mine…she happens to be everything I want…in a son.”
Kane continued to sit staring at the back of Marcos’ head with a visage of confusion. “But she’ll have to do.” Marcos continued turning to face his brother once more.
“So you think she can lead the family?” Following Kane’s statement Marcos released a hearty chuckle, it’d become synonymous with anything he thought to be preposterous.
“No, Not at all, but I do believe it’s time Zeon met her sister. Wouldn’t you agree?” A demented smile crept along the edges of Marcos’ mouth. “How long will she be in prison?” Kane asked, trying to piece together the plan.
“Oh she is in there for life, but you can’t keep a person like that locked up for long so for now…we wait. I’ll explain the situation to her when the setting is right. Now then, what will we do about the Champion and his whore?”
This time Kane’s mouth cracked a slight smile, “You know all that time I’ve been spending in the gym? Let’s just say if they show up I got them covered.” Kane reassured.
“We shall blanket the streets of Malaga with White Cardinals; and force Zeon to submit” Kane said, rising to exit the compound.
“And if she doesn’t?” Marcos inquired not turning to greet his brother. “Then we will see which one of your daughter’s survival of the fittest favors more.” Kane said, finally exiting the room.
Watching as Kane was briskly past her, Estella; Marcos’ wife entered the threshold a bit worried at their clandestine engagement.
“Darling what’s going on?” She asked, not daring to enter Marcos’ sanctum. “My love, I must depart for America; I will return soon. Where is the help?” He asked, turning to face his gorgeous wife.
“She asked for a little time off so that she may handle a personal problem; she will return shortly. Anything you need my love I can do for you.”
“And you’re sure Ziccarra and the Champion will not be present?” Kane asked, a bit nervous. Fighting Ziccarra was one thing; fighting the champion was one thing…but fighting them both?
“If I’m not mistaken, France has been threatened; Spain’s president’s focus is providing aid…they are not here.” Marcos reassured.
“Wait for my signal…” Kane commanded flying high into the Malagan air leaving his brother to tend to the small army of White Cardinals ready to turn on their former leader (Zeon). Speeding down in an almost intangible white and red blur; the renegade Liafador slammed into the seaside villa that once belong to Ziccarra (Which is the base of operations for the Liafador Family)
Instead of finding Zeon…he found the unharmed adorable babble chatter from Tassiana Liafador. “Wages of War” He whispered, with his eyes glowing a crimson red. Priming to fire his superheated ionized plasa at the infant.