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Boom. Boom.

The man rapped his knuckles on the wooden door, and backed away. Both him and the woman next to him were covered in black cloaks. The women looked up at the Cathedral of Light nearby. She sneered in disdain.

"No wonder it was hard to find the child. It is right in the shadow of that infernal place."

The moon was full that night. It sat in the middle of the sky, directly overhead the orphanage. While they waited, a cat ran by. An old, wrinkled crone opened the door. Most likely the orphanage matron. She looked at the man and the woman.

"Well? What do you want? It's the middle of the night!" She snapped.

The man ground his teeth, but he said nothing. The woman choked out a sob, and pulled her hood down. Tears ran down her face, fresh and completely fake.

"I'm so sorry for the intrusion, but my baby! It was taken from me. Please help me. Have you gotten any new babies recently? She's been gone for months!"

The matron blinked, and scowled.

"Well, yes. A girl, with beautiful blue eyes and golden hair. She hasn't got a name-"

A girl? The man thought. This was unexpected.

"Yes! Yes, may I have her back? Please?"

The woman handed the matron two bags heavy with gold. The crone gasped, and opened the bags. Glittering yellow gold glared at her. She quickly ushered the two in, grinning wickedly.

"This way."

They wove their way through the beds of the orphans. As the man and woman passed them, the children all whimpered, haunted by nightmares. The matron noticed nothing, walking confidently as she contemplated how to spend all of the gold.

She found the cradle where the unnamed child slept. As soon as the woman saw the baby, she closed her eyes and whispered a spell. The man scowled.

"That's her?"

The crone flinched at his echoing voice. It sounded dark, and unholy. She shuddered in fear. The woman opened her eyes, and answered instead.

"Yes, that's her."

She leaned down, and gingerly picked up the child. Without another word to the matron, the couple left.

They walked down the street, far away from the Cathedral of Light. The woman smiled at the child, who was now awake. The child gurgled. Her eyes were the brightest blue the woman had ever seen.

"I do not believe that is His child. That little pound of flesh!" The man snarled.

"It is. And when he finally awakens, I shall present her to him. Then he will reward me."

The man clenched his fists.

"Really? May I hold it, her, for a moment?"

The woman frowned, but then she reluctantly traded off the child. He cradled the baby, and took her over to a low wall. He gingerly set her down, and turned to the woman. The baby started crying, and squirmed in its wrap.

She frowned, "What are you doing? Be careful."

With a quick movement, he tore his cloak off. His dark armor was decorating with skulls and spikes. The man stalked over to the woman, sword whipping out. Eyes glowed blue, and runes on the sword matched the eyes.

She gasped, and backed away from the man.

"No! Don't-"

His blade slashed against her stomach. Blood spurted and the intestines tumbled out. The woman fell to her knees. Another slash beheaded her, and the entire body dropped down. Blood ran through the cobblestones and into the canal. With a quick kick, he pushed the body into the water. It landed with a splashed, and floated on the surface. It was quiet in the night. The moon shone in the sky above, and stars twinkled.

The man curled his lip, and heard the crying of the forgotten baby. He stalked over to it. The baby was pudgy, and tiny. Its fingers were so thin, and fragile looking. The deathknight could kill it just by holding it the wrong way.

"Oh, shut up you little morsel! I do not know why I bother. You'll be eaten in a week, and even if you are lucky, He will kill you on sight."

Despite that, he picked up the wrapped bundle, and a purple mist appeared in front of him. The child went silent as it got close to the deathgate. Clutching the baby, the deathknight went through the portal.