"Whoever this Khushrenada is, he spends all his time in this room sleeping."
"Someone, perhaps someone wishing to keep him silent, has been using their magic to keep him asleep."
"Why him?"
"How do you choose who you will spell each night? This blasted castles has reduced our magic to almost nothing!"
"Shall we vote then?"
When all votes were counted it was the one called Despicable they chose. He protested mightily, swore to the heavens of his innocence, but in the end, he was speaking to walls without ears, as the rest of the council filed out, one even pitying Khushrenada enough to carry him away from the ranting.
Rather than return to his room, the Usurper Stanos tried to convince his fellow Usurpers to save him.
"If we help you," the slow, almost unitelligible drawl of Globin Demon answered him, "we expose ourselves and bring down everyone's wrath against us at once. No, you are just as alone now as when you were born."
Losing his mind and ability to speak under the Globin Demon's influence, the Usurper Stanos began running through the castle checking every door and every window for a means of escape. Instead he found the one called Khushrenada with a deep sword wound in his chest, and the evidence of strong magic still coursing through his quickly cooling body. What killed him however, was neither the sword wound nor the magic, but the teeth marks in his neck that Stanos recognized as belonging to Globin Demon.
"Admiring your handy work?" A strong voice said directly into his ear.
"No, no, no, no! It wasn't me, it was..." Whatever magic had weakened Khushrenada had momentarily freed Stanos from Globin Demon's but that was temporary. He know hopped foolishly on one leg, as the means of his death was released from its scabbard.
Jamisson barely had to think about the cut that removed Stanos' head. His Sword of Beauty was sharpened to a point that could've cut stone, as were his skills with the sword. Stanos' head remained in its disfigured state, and Jamisson breathed a sigh of relief and vindication.
"Tomorrow, we will find out who you were."
The Regal Guard Knight bent down to examine the body of Khushrenada, who faced had reverted, but that same face was now marred by the evil touch of the Globin Demon's fingers. What Jamisson did notice, was the blue robe and curved Arakh of his squire, Artois.
Rage filled Jamisson as he thought of how young the boy was. How he would never feel the softness of a woman's pleasure-filled touch, he would never experience true battle, and he would never win himself any glory. A life cut short by evil within a castle would have been a much more honorable death if Artois could have died fighting rather than weakened by the council he was sworn to protect.
Jamisson picked up the body wishing to bury it, but the orb was still directing his thoughts:
"Rather than bury the squire, you must find the king."
The orb was right. Whatever feelings he had towards the squire he treated like a son, his first duty was to king and country.
"Zaden... Where are you?"
Voted out: Despicable (Usurper Stanos)
Mafia Hit/Attacked by abilities: Khushrenada (Regal Guard Squire Artois)