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Trifect didn’t say anything at first. Instead he just walked to a corner that had various canes in it. Selecting a silver cane with a golden handle he smiled. A gift from one of the royals for helping make sure that Alaizabel would never escape. It was true, when he found out about the plan to seal her, he “helped” them. At least it would have been a help had he not try to warn her and mixed some of his own dark magic in with their light magic. Yet even in doing so, he still was unable to awaken her for near 500 years. Pitiful. It wasn’t long after that, that he started putting on a limp. The lie about why changed over the years, yet eventually they just stopped asking. He did put the cane he was awarded away, for the day that she would awaken. He knew it would happen, and using their thank you gift when he really screwed them over, just seemed to have some sort of poetic justice to Trifect.

Trifect always generally walked with a limp, to sell the story of his own physical weakness. All a ploy of course, as he never once had a real limp in his lifetime. “When have you ever known me to be content with what I have, my liege? I wish to become strong and aid you in eradicating the weak. Some of my own kind may call it giving up my humanity... if only such a thing existed...” Trifect looked over as the shadows wrapped around Alaizabel. “They have more then one nowadays. It sickens me, and to be honest dressing a demon, whom they still look at as evil, up as a church goer, well that just sounds perfect to me.”

Trifect walked over to the door, and opened it. “I long to learn that lesson. As you wish, my liege. I will find the girl.” Walking through the door, he was transported instantly to a high tower that was used for his own personal library. It had grown into quite a vast collection over the years, though roughly half of them were really tomes for dark magic. He learned early on how to hide those. Any he didn’t wish to see what he was reading, simply would seem like he was reading any book. The one he was pretending to read now, was one he had read dozens of times. It would allow him to completely sell the lie, had the need ever arisen, not that it ever had in the past. Although this was at least the real book. He would need to think of an excuse to get the girl somewhere by herself. Well, he’d think of something. He was quiet good with thinking on his feet, especially when he was trying to impress Alaizabel.