C2 The Reaper
Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange, and pink, but all color had faded leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick and even a torch won't light your path, you could hardly see your arm's length with the help of a torch. By this time of the night, the world had already fallen asleep. Only the chilly wind and she seems to be awake. She dashes through the forest's dense lairs of trees and bushes. The night was so quiet that you could hear the soft breeze but not her footsteps. She runs towards her destination in rhythm with the wind, as fast as the wind. Her steps are graceful, her steps are as soft, her presence is as true as the shadow, her existence is like that of prey hiding in the forest away from the predator's gaze. Even if she is present, no one can identify her; even if she runs past you, you will not notice her.
The number of trees gradually decreased, and she arrived at an open area in a matter of moments. She noticed the lights in front of the house were still on while hiding behind the bushes. She decided to hide and wait. She checked her watch and returned to the house, where the lights were still turned on. She took a deep breath and leaned against the tree next to her. The forest was clear here, and she could see the sky. The stars were non-existent. Those cotton balls seen during the day morphed into grey streams the color of ash and soot. But, oh, how the moon fought to shine its light on the earth.
However, the clouds stretched across the sky, creating a hazy, foreboding atmosphere. It's going to start raining soon. She looks down at the ground below her and then back at the house. She can't afford to get soaked in the rain right now. It will leave a trail of her footsteps. When she returns to the house, the lights are finally turned off, implying that everyone has fallen asleep. She sits up straight and pulls up her black neck sleeve, which covers her face, and sits across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes.
She adjusts her gloves and weapon around her waist belt while scanning the area for guards. She emerged from the bush and ran around the back of the house. She leaps to her feet, grabbing the window seal on the first floor.
She gently glides up to the third level, where she discovers the window is unlocked, and enters the house discreetly. She landed on her feet and made her way across the dim hallway. There was a right turn at the end of the hallway. She heard footsteps approaching her as she was about to make the turn. She moved hurriedly across the hallway, her back against the opposite wall. She remains pressed against the wall until the footsteps reach her. She pulled out the blade hidden beneath her wrist. She strikes her blade through the man's neck without hesitation as soon as he turns into the hallway. As his body falls limp and was about to hit the floor, she catches it and places it on the ground without making a sound. She turns right and comes to a brown double door at the end of the hallway.
She quickly reaches the door, which, as she expected, was locked from the inside. She inserted one of her thin daggers and with a few clicks, the lock broke, opening the doors for her to get in. She smirks beneath her mask and turns the knob, allowing the doors to open. She moves into the dark side of the room, blending in with the shadows, and stares at her prey sleeping soundly on the comfortable bed in the center of the room.
She sighs and walks over to the king-size bed, where she finds two equally beautiful men and women sleeping soundly. She pulls out her silver blade and swiftly swings it through the woman's neck, not even allowing her to gasp for air. She passes away peacefully in her sleep, blood gushing out of her wounds. And as she had expected, the alpha male’s eyes shot open as soon as the smell of raw, fresh blood reached his nose, and he felt the bond with his moon blessed split. She was swift in her movement, arresting his arms with one hand and gauging his mouth with the other, keeping the loud howl from reaching the ears of the guards. His eyes were full of suffering, anguish, and vengeance. He attempted to free himself from her grip, but her hold refused to budge. She could see raw fury and dread in his eyes and sense it emanate from him.
"I will liberate you from all your misery now," she said before breaking his neck and ripping his head from his shoulders with a swift twist. Her eyes didn't even flinch as the blood oozed out of his body. On his shirt, she wipes the silver blade that she had used to kill his moon-blessing and tucks it back into its case on her waist.
She pulls up her black hood and opening the baloney door and jumps out of the house with his head landing smoothly and quietly on her feet like a skilled acrobat. As her feet touch the earth, her toes are bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. It gurgles, bubbling as she takes off at an inhuman speed flowing with the rain, soothing in its coolness.
In the rain, there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Running among those drops, she feels present in the moment, she feels free! She ran and ran, running was living for her, it was feeling the power to leave anytime she needed to, to escape the confines of walls and feel the open road. In time she hoped to run not away yet toward, not from a murder she did but for her home, for then she will have found sanctuary in herself and this world she thought. She wanted to run to feel, to feel the air and the earth, to feel the rain and absorb the hues of the daylight and the silent cool breeze of night. But she had to run to escape, to not get caught, to run for her life. In no time she was out of the pack land of the Alpha and Luna she just murdered. She stopped in front of a huge tree outside the pack land. She climbed up the tree swiftly and soon reached the top branch. She sat down there on the wet, cold tree branch. The rain had already stopped a while ago and the sky was clear. The sky was free from the blanket of dark clouds. The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth.
As she rushed down the muddy woodland floor, she could hear the sound of feet pounding on the ground and growls. They had tracked her down! She tilts her head and glances back to the approaching pack of omegas. They hissed and snapped their jaws at her, their canine on display. The omega werewolves act as the Alpha's attack dog in a typical werewolf pack. They are completely feral creatures who only obey and revere their Alpha. Their bright yellow eyes gawk at her as if she were their next meal. One moves forward and lunges at her; she swiftly jumps up and spins around, landing on the wolf's head with a tremendous kick. Its neck was broken, and it died as a result. She does not stop for even a second and continues to run at full speed ahead. As the betas pursued her, she had to either slaughter them all or hide and flee. However, the blood dripping from the alpha's head made it impossible for her to hide as she didn't have enough time to cover her traces. As she approached an open place, she used this as a final resort. She whirled around and prepared to fight the wolves.
They, too, came to a halt and encircled her, preparing to assault. she too studied their movements and in a few moments, they lunged at her all at once. As she fought in hand-to-hand combat, their sharp claws and teeth penetrated her skin, making her bleed. But she didn't back down even for a second, killing them all with powerful blows after blows. Standing on the pile of dead wolves, her chest heaved as she caught her breath. When she noticed that the head of the alpha she had slaughtered was missing, her eyes filled with horror.
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"Is he dead?" A cold, stern voice with authority and... darkness questioned. He was like an awful shadow that followed her about, never letting her lose of his filthy claws. He sat in the dark on his throne-like chair. The only source of light in the vast room was the moonlight shining through the carefully shut curtains that covered the massive windows. It had been a few hours since she had slain the Alpha and his Luna, and it was now time for her to report back.
"Yes, master!" In hushed tones, she stated. She sat on the cold stone floor, her hands on her knees, her head bowed in submission.
"Did you make him suffer?" With a wicked faint smirk on his lips, he asked. She didn't look at his face, but she recognized his tone. He had a sinister evil smirk on his face, she could sense it.
"Yes," her response brought a large smile to his face, and he inquired eagerly, "Did you bring me his head?"
"No master," she responded in a hushed voice that was devoid of emotion. His eyes instantly turned bright crimson. She was forewarned of what was to come. Before she could blink, a sharp blow from a silver whip struck her in the back, followed by another. One strike after another landed on her. She sat there, taking in every excruciating strike, and refusing to budge. But the strikes kept coming, and she struggled to fight them off. She eventually gave up, collapsing on the floor, she winced in pain. His eyes brightened up with joy as she let out a small agonizing cry. He enjoyed playing this game; she would try her hardest not to give in, and he would strike her harder each time. This is the cruel game he's been playing for as long as she can remember.
"Did I or did I not make it clear that I want his head as a souvenir?" He grabbed her chin and forced her to peer into his eyes. He detected no emotion in her eyes; they were just blankly staring at him. She refused to allow him the luxury of witnessing her anguish and pain. He let go of her chin and returned to his throne-like enormous chair, whereupon he sat. She sat back up in her previous position, her head low as before.
"When I say you make them suffer you do! You make them beg for death; you force them to plead! You provide me with a souvenir when I ask for one! Is that clear my little dog?!" He spoke in a cold, hostile, and stern tone. "Yes, master." That was her only reply.
"Leave!” She stood up holding her head down in submission bowed in front of him and left through the huge dark double doors.
She rose to her feet, her head bowed, and exited through the massive wooden double doors. The male in the shadows represented the devil's right hand in the face of the earth. He wasn't the devil himself, but she felt, knew, and truly believed that he was. He was the devil, hovering over her shoulders, forcing her to do everything he wanted, which she loathed. He was the devil, achieving whatever he desired through her. If she does something good, she is not acknowledged or commended by him; instead, he always finds defects and punishes her harshly. She doesn't expect to be rewarded or praised. She believes she is unworthy of any of it, and that she is unworthy of even being alive. In her 40-year life, she has mercilessly murdered and tortured hundreds of males and females. After a decade of suffering and training at the hands of the devil, she was finally free to accomplish her deed for the dark lord. And now, after years of torment and massacring, she doesn't feel anything, but the pain inflicted by the fiend. That agony reminds her that she feels something, that she is alive, that she has a life that isn't wholly made of stone.
It would be inaccurate to say that she feels nothing but the pain inflicted by the dark lord; she is disgusted with herself, she despises her existence, she despises the monster she has become, and she loathes killing individuals for whom she has no idea what their sins were. She tried hundreds of times to eliminate the monster within herself, spending a large portion of her time attempting to kill the devil himself, but she always appeared to fail. Nonetheless, she accepted her fate as a devil's servant. She embraced the name given to her by the rest of the world. She is The Reaper! The assassin who is regarded as a symbol of evil. Who lurks in the shadows, feeds on fear, and murders anybody who crosses her path, but they don't realize she's just a female who is the epitome of beauty and misery. Who is just a mere hound of the Lord of Darkness.
