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It was well known among all of the sublime union, that if you go through a binding ritual a string tied to your neck will be revealed. The string will lead you to your soulmate. Someone who will stand by your side, hold you up and allow you to prosper. Most people see it as a romantic connection, but Eric has seen soulmates who were just friends, bonded and mutually benefitting each other. He didn’t much care for the whole ritual. Why would he? Only two men he ever fancied didn’t care for it either, even more so, they were confirmed to already have soulmates...Who remain a secret. Eric has spent countless sleepless nights thinking about who the two might be destined for. But, that all ended half a year ago, when after the business venture they all joined a mutually beneficial deal. He was too busy to think about the soulmates bullshit...But now, that things have slowed down, he finally decided to go through with the ritual himself.
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—Stay still— A dark haired wizard hissed, putting their opal blade to Eric’s neck. The younger trifling sighed and rolled his eyes, looking down just in time to see crimson lines spill from his neck. It didn’t hurt though, it felt pleasant even. Statton huffed quietly, a small cloud of steam escaping his mouth. The wizard waved it off before examining their client’s neck. —Um…mr statton? Not to alarm you, but… This is the first time I’ve seen someone have two soul strings—
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—WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY „OH I DON’T KNOW”??? KNOWING STUFF IS YOUR JOB— Eric yelled into his sending stone, Arlyss quietly listening on the other side. The tiefling tapped his shoe against the hard ground and snapped again. —I need to know about every single other fuck who’s ever had two soul strings. — He demanded, pacing back and forth in the wizard’s office. He hang up before arlyss could say anything, turning his attention back to the wizard.
—Mr statton, judging by the color of your soul string..s you’ve already met the lucky two— They pointed at the golden and red string, before shifting their gaze to the golden and black one. — They seem very strong, more like ropes than strings so I assume you’ve already— Statton put his hand up, to stop the wizard’s rambling
—Look toots, I don’t care what you can see from the two strings, I care about who they lead to.— He said, turning around and leaving the office soon after.
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Long steps carries Eric towards his own building, a long, twisting scarf around his neck to hide the recent wound as well as the two strings coming out of it. He was snapping his fingers and biting on his lower lip, anything to get all of the energy out of his system. A few carriages quickly made their way past the trifling, making him jump back. One of them was lead by a large tiger like creature, with saber fangs and demonic stripes along it’s back. Eric could recognize that beast everywhere. It was Munson’s. And as his attention was turned to the carriage he saw where it was going. First Class Faces Headquarters. Eric sighed and put his hands deep into his pockets, moving along quicker now. Munson was probably there for a meeting, and he didn’t want him to wait.
A few minutes passed and Eric made his way into the first elevator, putting his pass card to the reader and pushing a button. He was headed towards the Top floor. The view was nice from there, it made everyone else look so small…so easy to manipulate or crush. But that wasn’t Statton’s cup of tea, really, while he liked money and power, the feeling of destroying lives was less pleasant. Bearable, mind you, just not pleasant. He clicked his tongue as the doors slowly opened to reveal two figures already waiting in his penthouse.
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—Statton! I see you’ve been doing quite well since we started that business deal, huh?— Munson started, spreading his arms out in an overdramatic manner. Eric just have him a defeated smile and looked to Whitman, looking for answers as to why they decided to visit him so unexpectedly. Whitman gestured towards Munson with his head, as the taller man continued.
—Well, I- We have been notified by a dear friend of yours that you have decided to partake in the soul string ritual. Since it’s common knowledge that both I and Whitman have had out done too, We wanted to propose something to you— Eric raised a brow and looked back at Whitman who seemed to be slightly uneasy.
—Ehkem, well, the press is aware that both of us have one soulmate each…but it’s not quite the truth, see— Munson gave a hearty laugh and lifted up his bandana, showing a healed scar and two strings tied around his neck. One green and black, the other golden and black. Erics eyes lit up, sharp mind connecting the dots quickly. —We both have two…AND- and we’re each other’s soulmates… We’ve been suspecting that you were our second string, but we weren’t able to confirm it untill now.— Eric chuckled and took a step back
—From as far as I know it’s unheard of for three people to be connected by their soul strings, but- both I and Munson have the same black and green string, not counting the one connecting us to eachother…Now, mind showing us your strings?— Eric blinked three times, before looking down at his scarf. This wasn’t happening, was it? Munson and Whitman? His soulmates- Was this a sick joke? This couldn’t be true- SURE Eric dreamed of something like this but… He sighed and leaned against the wall, taking off his scarf. Eric closed his eyes.
—A perfect match. Well, now I can see why we were doing so well ever since we made that deal— Munson clapped his hands and walked up to Eric, patting him on the shoulder. —How ‚bout we drink to that? I think it’s worthy of a good ol drink— He laughed and as Eric opened his eyes, he noticed Whitman smiling slightly
—The whiskey is in the second cabinet on the right of the stove— Eric said quickly, earning a pleasantly surprised look from Whitman when the other man went for the liquor and turned up with a bottle of his favorite kind.
This was going to be one glorious hell of a night, Eric could feel it from the top of his head to his whip-like tail.