"It's done. The seige is over, they're all dead. You should be safe now." I said to the man kneeling beside me. "Contracts done."
Laughing, oh laughing hurt. Great they were crying for me. Seriously, I just killed maybe forty to fifty men all for lein and they were crying for me, I'm a merc, only ever was in the business to kill people. As I lay here, I know they'll treat me as some sort of Hero. Saving them from the evil raiding bandits... to bad I'm worse.
I know I'm a special sort of evil. A soul as black as the grimm. That's not to say I was some idiotic seriel killer. Fuck, if I killed everyone there would be no-one left to be killed, or tortured. That was the reason I even took these types of jobs, they allowed me to keep the balance and kill at the same time. Even done them at discount before.
Even so...
If I wasn't laying here with several holes in my body on the verge of death and someone walked up to me now and offered me lein enough. I would be happy enough to kill every last one of them.
Contracts a contract though, and you always finish it. Even if it means your life. That's how I ended up in this position as it was.
Adam Tuarus. I had done business with the Schnee mining company, the White Fang they knew just what and who I was, oh that had been fun working for them. There were multitudes more that I had done work for, even the hunters and huntresses had sought my services before.
One last thing to do. "Burn my body, it's apart of my, argh." Lungs were burning, at least I no longer felt the pain in my legs. "Contract. Section 12.a.1. Never thought I would have died on a-"
"We can still get you to a hospital Boy-" the old man who had hired me. Dunker Stellar I think. Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hair even down to the black clothing he wore, all dark. It was his soul though the capacity to do good the thing ninety percent of people veiwed the perfect soul something akin to this man. A sun in the darkness of sin. Complete opposites we were.
There goes the feelings in the hands.
"Maybe, and besides they would probably just throw me in a cell if by some miracle I did survive. You forget old man, what I am. A merc, and a fuanus. Might not even bloody well treat me anyway. I'm ready to meet the gods. It's been a good run of a life. Rather die like this than grow old and crippled." hmm... may aswell send the money somewhere. They won't send it to crims, good folk they are. "Send the money for the job to Blake Belladonna, she is a huntress in training I think, at Beacon Academy. Keep 5% as payment for doing that."
May aswell send it to someone who will kill, Grimm if not Human. He looked shocked, he knew I was evil, did he think I was doing one last good deed, one last desperate attempt at redemption... or was it the revalation I was a fuanus? Doesn't matter really.
And there stops the heart.
Time to go. My eyes closing. Time to meet the gods... if there are any.