The Watcher
"I always feel like somebody's watchin' me!"Deep in the bowels of the earth where the Lotus Assassins dwelled, the Watcher descended the staircase that led from his quarters and into the narrow tunnels leading to the only entrance. His duty was to guard them each day – if it could truly be called that. In the Emperor's tomb it always seemed like endless night. No light from above reached his dark and dismal home, but it did not bother him. On the day he had pledged allegiance to their cause, he had forsaken the light and surrendered completely to the darkness. When he arrived at his post, the guard he was to relieve glanced up and with a wordless nod, melted into the shadows. The Watcher prepared for another uneventful day with long hours stretched over time and lack of activity. He held the blood-red mask in his hands, and thought of how well it reflected his life and the lives he had taken. How many times had he seen the crimson liquid pour from his victims' bodies as they lay close to death? Too many to count. With that, he put on his mask and resigned himself to another dark day of watch.
