Fraud I tell ya... FRAUD

Maybe I’ll finally be able to show the world who we are. Her brows furrowed on that statement, that was always a very dangerous path to go down. So, who was it that he wanted to show who he was? Because if you read between the lines there had to be something else that pushed him towards this artifact.
So how did he get in hold of the treasure hunter? “Don’t worry I’ll let her know to contact you, she has a small bureau on the border between Southside and Aston, her name is Letha Aetós” she explained and took another sip of her whiskey before she turned her blue eyes sideways towards Tidus.
“So how long have you had an issue with your father?” she asked, and titled her head, she could see some of herself in the young boy sitting beside him. He might be young in age, but she also knew that those eyes he carried there was a longer story behind it. No one in this age would be a leader of a mafia. Not unless it had been in their family. So, either his father had died, and he had taken over. Or something else had happened. To be fair, she hadn’t really read much up on Tidus, so she was taking a shoot in the dark here. But it took one, to know one, right?
Not that she thought that Tidus had been locked up for so many years as she had, by her father’s hand as he tried to push out the image. But it hit her stronger than she wanted to admit, as images about how her dad had dragged her down a dark corridor and thrown her in a dark and damp room. Her screaming, crying while hammering on the wooden door. ’You will not get out, before all evil has been eradicated from your body’
She shook her head again and drowned the whiskey once again, and yet another time the bartender came and filled up the glass.

She would let her contact him. Satisfied, he nodded, sipped of his glass, only to suddenly almost getting to spit it out by surprise of her question. Issues… issues with his father? Had he been mentioning his father? Or did he just scream: Daddy issues.
The thought of that made him chuckle and cringe at the same time. If he did, he would have to change his attitude and style. He would not be seen as an emo kid still traumatized by his father… although he knew that he sort of was.
God damnit.
“That came out of the blue… my father is dead and have been for over a year by now, so how the hell did you know I had issues with him?” he asked rather confused. “Or did I mention him earlier and I just forgot?” Rather confused he looked ahead, shrugged, and took another sip of the burning liquor. “I most be losing my mind… but to answer your question. My whole life… that´s why I killed him and took over his mafia.”
To a demon like her, it was probably not anything new to hear someone had killed their parents… or at least that is what he assumed. Demons were after all dark creatures. “Why? Do you have issues with yours?” He now turned the question around as his sapphire blue eyes gazed on her.

”oh, kid” she laughed, as she saw how it took him by surprised. “I have been in this game for far too long” she lifted her eyebrows “To be fair, working with KGB unlocked a lot of my skills that I have today” and that wasn’t even that far out. It had been after her husband hand decided to leave her. Oh, she had issues alright and she wasn’t even going to try to hide them anymore. It was what it was, and in the end she would hopefully she those scars as a blessing as she rose higher than any would have thought she would.

She hummed a little, as he told him that he had killed his own father and then taken over the mafia. Bold. This was something she could use against him, but right now it also told her that she had earned a larger portion of trust. Something she would never had gotten if she hadn’t conned him. “My father locked me up under his church for almost 70 years, trying to pull out the evil that was in my body – he fought in his twisted mind that I was going to be the next prophet or even the Christian messiah” she gave him the sweetest almost fakest smile she could muster before she took a deep breath and breathed out. “I think I ended up killing the whole church with my first power that manifested in the darkness, but I’m not really sure” she drowned the rest and waved over waiter “Just leave the bottle darling” she said and winked at him.

Wow.
If this was a contest of who had the worst father, Elena took the cake, with a bunch of bonus icing. If that was even a saying.
“Oh wow, that is a lot of pressure putting on your child… Trying to force them to be the next Messiah… shiiiiiish,” he grimaced and took another sip. “And you are not sure what you did? Is it because it is that long ago now?”
The bartender did what she asked and left the bottle, even smirking by her little wink, before he left them again. “A Christian messiah…” he mumbled, almost to himself. “Why is everyone so crashed about being a messiah?”
He felt for some reason, that he had heard that word, way to often these past few words. Without even having anything to with these… messiah´s.

A small laugh left her lips as Tidus reacted to her little story, her eyes darted towards him; “To be fair to him, he was just my adoptive father, never really met the real one, he might be very nice” little did Elena know that her biological dad was a blood demon from a very infamous royal Russian family, a family that had existed for almost a good 200.000 years. And her mother? She had already met her in the A.n.g.a.l.o.s facility she had no memory of.
The years hadn’t been kind to Elena, but all that would change she was sure of it.
She looked at him as he asked why she wasn’t sure and pulled her shoulders. “I got out because the walls were starting to crumble and when I looked around what I knew was left in ruins and very one was dead – so I’m not really sure what happened” she said, it could have been her but it could also have been something totally different. Then she started laughing about why everyone was so worked up about Messiahs “the world is ending haven’t you heard?” she said with a teasing smirk and shook her head “I don’t know mate, to be fair I couldn’t be more indifferent about the whole messiah deal”

He was just an adoptive father. Not that it made it alright for him to act the way he did. But yes, maybe her real father was a kind man, who would know. He chuckled and shrugged. To him, it was definitely the other way around. His stepfather, or Tidus's father by choice, was a saint next to his real father.
Didn´t you hear? The world is ending?
That made him laugh and shake his head. "In that case, I need to go find a new world that we can live in!"
Who knew? Maybe there was another world out there. He needed to check it out more. Especially since he was able to make portals to other worlds. The creature he had threatened to throw Elena down to was from another dimension. He Needed to check that out.
Maybe Elena would like to come along? If she was as bored as he was in this everyday life.

A new world to live in. Wait, we? Her eyes glided back to the person sitting beside her. A soft smile formed on her lips as her brows pressed together. It was funny how a way of words could make one think that there might be some problems that was unseen to the eye. Was this big mafia boss having trouble figuring out what he actually wanted in life? “Are you getting bored by the life of killing and being a horrible person?” she asked letting her finger glide over the glass opening. If she was going to find a new world to live in, it wouldn’t be for the fact because the world was ending. But for a fresh start on life, the higher powers would know she needed a break. If Elena just knew how much more was to come and this was just the tip of the iceberg that would sink titanic. This being a euphemism. Because how her life was going right now, it wouldn’t surprise her if she would end up in Hell before the year would end.

“If you could do anything else than the life you are having now, what would you do instead?” she asked looking down in the amber coloured drink before she drowned the rest and poured herself another glass.