Where: Bed Chambers

When: 3 Am.

With a mutter quieter than the fall of a single snowflake, her eyes snapped open and surveyed the room, slipping out of the bed, without disturbing her bed mate in the slightest. What had woken her? Who did she have to gut for disturbing her now? Wasn't it bad enough she'd been in a foul mood for so many hours and sweet to those people?

Casse fell short in her thoughts, as a wave of annoyance washed over her as her eyes landed on the abhorrent object of her dismay.

It was about fifteen inches by fifteen inches, and pure black, hovering in mid air. Not made of plastic or metal, in fact the thing appeared to be fuzzy. It had a blue square inside it with some small white print started near the top, appearing to look like a computer monitor, thinner than a toothpick.

Dutifully, with an irate edge that showed only in the sharpness of her soundless steps, she walked over to it. Casting a glance over the colors even thought her eyes had already adjusted she read the first line. It bore in it's simplicity a small beginning.

- 3 Tril. -

SpellSong's right hand wrapped over the left curve of her waist staring at the screen silently. It had an annoying habit of following one, didn't it? It was part of the agreement thought. Pacts. Things you can't break. You had to agree or face the consequences. She'd tried once. Only when it had been family on the line.

Reaching out her hand, half rolling her eyes towards the ceiling, she pressed her pointer finger to the lower right hand corner where the tiny graphic of a white box had appeared. Suddenly extending a foot from the bottom of the hovering black and bright blue square, appeared a type of keyboard. Lowering her hand, and letting go of her side to bring the other level with it, she typed a short piece back.

- Identity -

Less than a second later another line appeared below hers.

- The Golden Raven -

Unconsciously she looked over her shoulder at the form in her bed. He was deep in sleep. She would know if he's heart break changed, or his breath quickened to announce his waking. She also knew he'd never be able to see the box or her actions…..but an unknown element in him made the process that much more annoying.

- Requirements?-

Again less than a second later another line appeared below hers.

- Beheadment -

From right beneath her fingers and before her eyes the box vanished suddenly, leaving her to the silence of the room that had never changed. The box always faintly reminded her in the back of her mind of the telescreen's in 1984. Not the year of course, but the book that was even older.

Casse crossed her arms, prone over her bare waist as she walked to a window. So a beheading this time? And for only three trillion dollars? How uninteresting. Turning to look at the man again, she focused on his gentle calmed REM breathing before she looked back out the window and at those stars, letting the world in her mind turn back many moons, days and years.

(This is a tiny flashback, for those who didn't understand that sentence)

"Casse?"

"Casse? Wake up, Moon Shine," a voice whispered at her ear running, shivers of pleasure through her skin, as two arms slid around her waist. She was standing in another house as a window. "What are you day dreaming about?"

She blinked her eyes. She'd seen some man with crimson colored eyes, and a flare of fire and then suddenly it had been gone. She shook her head, unable and unwilling to say it out loud. "I wasn't day dreaming. I was thinking about the mission tomorrow."

He laughed into her hair, right above her ear, and placed a kiss against her head there. She smiled very faintly, paying attention to the soft tickle his breath caused her hair against the lobe of her ear. "You're great at what you do, Sweetling, but you work terrible with men."

"I work terrible with anyone. I like being alone."

She shivered quietly as her began to wind slow kisses down her ear lobe, talking right against it, very quietly as he knew how her powers worked generally. "No, you do work well with some people. Who are you preferable from the ones you like Casse?"

"No one. I like being alone." She stated it, but ti came out light as she wriggled a little due to the kisses falling off her ear lob, slowly tracing towards the spot between her jaw and neck. She thought about it through the fuzzy flurry of energy coursing through her body. "Helena Bartinelli, Natasha Romanoff - maybe Elektra. Maybe-"

"But all women," he interjected with a chuckle against the skin of her neck. "What is about them you like?"

"Cha-" a breath caught in her throat when he hit the small of it, and she wondered if that was another laugh she heard. She kept staring at the stars thought, forcing her words. "Chaotic Good. They all embody it."

"Truly, Midnight Angel?" He had stopped but his skin felt alive where his touch had wound a path slowly down, to where his lips rested against her shoulder, over her white silk shirt. "And what do you embody?"

"Nothing," she said quietly, before stopping to blow away a strand of hair the night wind blew from the side of her face. "And everything."

"My beautiful little assassin."

"But never a murderer," she said reverently. Too sharp and too fast.

He stilled behind her perhaps out of curiosity, definitely out of surprise. He was used to her ways sometimes, and other times they spoke different languages. He placed a kiss in to the fabric where his lips lay once. A simple, innocent one this time. Like someone might give a child. "Explain."

"Killing is isn't really killing, it's mercy. There just isn't another word for 'the loss of life'. It's just the slaughter of blood and flesh. To murder, to really Kill someone," she shivered faintly talking, her eyes resting on the full moon in the sky. "Is to watch the light leave their eyes, and know you cause it to leave. To take away their reason to live and make them hollow. Make them not care whether they live or die."

Casse's face was a pale light, matching the beauty of the moon wrapped in darkness like her own surrounding her face. Her eyes though soft, and yet empty vacant pastel blue. "It's something I'll never do, Rejar."

Because it's who I am, and I'll never sentence anyone to be me.

Casse blinked twice and the scene change. The full moon faded away to the dark new moon of the sky, and the surroundings changed from The Garden of Delight to a Hellfire Club Room again. The HFC didn't bother her too much out here. Not like the one in New York did, even though she made a conscious effort not to let it bother her. (Just for those who might have gotten lost. Above paragraph was the end of the flash back)