A Minor meeting with Lucinda

A Minor meeting with Lucinda
The demon of the winds moved towards Lucinda's mansion, having just completed yet another one of her tasks. He had killed someone, but... they really didn't seem to be related to her in any way. It was strange... How could somone with no affiliation to her possibly pose an issue? He went in the window of his room, taking off his armor wordlessly, now clothed in his skinsuit, walking towards his Boss' room. As he emerged into the hall, he heard to gentle tones of an insturment. Somber, melodic music flooded the halls, and as Zephesto neared Lucinda's room, the tune only grew louder. He reached the extravagant doors, and with a twist of his wrist, the door opened.

He walked into the room, Lucinda with her back to Zephesto, the woman playing the piano. She was skillful... Perhaps merely calling her skillful was an insult. Her fingers moved in such a graceful manner that from the most skilled Pianists around Vale, to the most dextrous Hunters at Beacon, he wasn't sure any could replicate her motions. As he listened closely to his boss' music, he began listening to her heartbeat. It was slow. As if a person breathing their last. But... He knew about her semblance. It was strange that she was using it for this kind of pastime...

"Is my music so captivating, Tsubori... Or is it merely me?" She turned her head, not looking at the keys as her music continued. The assassin and bodyguard wasn't really sure how to respond, so he merely went with the formal approach.

"Err... I only wanted to tell you that I eliminated the target you specified." He stood behind her, tilting his head as she chuckled.

"Of course... Had you not, you'd not be standing in my room now. You've never been a man to leave a job unfinished."

He nodded, but his mind was clouded by a question. "Indeed. It may be unusual, Lucinda, but I have a question about my mark."

She looked at him curiously. "A question? From you? My oh my, what a strange day it is... Ask if you wish."

"What exactly was the purpose of me killing that man? He owned a business that... In all honesty, pales in comparison to ours. To call him competition would be allowing him FAR too much credit. Yet still, you commanded me to kill him. Why?"

She stopped playing the instrument before her, standing up and dragging her pinky along the ivory keys as she walked a few steps towards Zephesto. "Well... You noticed he had no relation to me... And was no threat to me... And really, that's the point."

He looked a bit confused, and Lucinda strode closer, her nail moving under his chin, a slow, but oddly alerting feeling. "Not all people that we eliminate can be our foes... If business owners died and all could be traced to me... How would people react to us? No, it's better that those who mean nothing die to add to the patterns where they don't belong."

Zephesto nodded, actually fairly impressed by that foresight.