Secrets of the Sanctuary
He'd worked hard for this moment; nearly scraping the blade of imminent death on more than one occasion; being thrown into rough scraps where he had no choice but to fight or die and then being betrayed by the one woman leading his entire organisation.
He wanted to savour this moment. His arrows in his quiver weren't to be touched as this called for a much more personal touch he decided. The assassin drew out his long, dark blade that glowed sanguine red with an utterly sinister enchantment, named simply after what it delivered; The Blade of Woe.
It was much longer than any standard dagger and much sharper than any of master crafting. The blade seemed to tremble with a hunger in his hand as he tightened his grip on the handle and crept behind his final mark; Emperor Titus Mede the second, who stood silently and sombrely by the window; awaiting his final fate.
He wasted no thought or second as he pulled back the Emperor's head and sharply drew a red smile across his exposed neck. The blood spewed out and splattered across the stain glass windows that shone an eerie collection of yellows and blues that were cast across the two dark figures slumped in an unholy embrace, before his body dropped unceremoniously to the wooden panelled floor in a crumpled heap in the rich, royal, reds and blues that made up his fine, felt, robes.
There was no time wasted as the assassin located a heavy key that'd fallen to the ground; coated in a sheen of blood that continued to pump from the Emperor's grinning throat. He picked it up and wiped it on a piece of cloth he'd produced from a small pocket located on his leather chest piece before dropping it over the Emperor's face, along with a dark bloom of Nightshade; his personal calling-card.
The assassin then proceeded to skilfully slink out the door he'd newly unlocked. The salt in the air was heavy and the winds whipped past his hood and mask. The ship rocked over a wave with a slow, aching shudder before the assassin climbed up on the delicately carved wooden rails, and gracefully leapt off the lip of the ship; diving deep into the cool, salty ocean awaiting him, below.
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