Death slipped silently through the night, lurking in the shadows. It slipped past several guards unnoticed. It walked through several corridors and found itself in the harem of the palace.
Girls of various ages laid asleep, wearing hardly any clothing at all. The further death walked in, the fewer girls were sleeping. Some were talking while a few were entertaining his target.
Death watched silently on. He could nothing here short of killing the girls along with his
target. But that wouldn't do. No, not at all. The girls had nothing to deserve such a fate. Death could wait.
Death followed the target out of the harem an hour later. He followed it down a few flights of stairs. Finally, it stopped in front of a door, pulling a key from it's pocket.
Death watched it enter the room and shut the door behind it. The lock clicking into place could be heard. Death smiled at this. How foolish it was! Did it really think that a simple lock could keep death out? After all, death was the trap-door lover.
Death waited patiently until it heard the sounds of the bed creaking. He humbly opened the door as if it had never been locked to begin with.
The single candle that lite the night went out as the door opened. Hazif shot up in the bed waiting to see who was entering his quarters. He could have sworn he locked it. Maybe it was the Sultana finally coming to pay him a visit. Possibly bringing Christine along with her.
When he saw no one enter the room, he got worried and reached underneath his bed for his sword. It wasn't there. It was completely gone.
"Looking for something?" The voice whispered next to his ear.
"Whose there?"
"What is the matter? I have simply come to pay you a visit." The voice was now near the door.
"I demand to know whose there." He yelled. He suddenly found a rope around his next pulling tight.
"Death has come to pay you a visit. To repay you for your kindness to his future bride." He watched as Hazif's eyes began to widen in surprise. "You act surprised. Erik has put up with your rudeness long enough. Erik was willing to indulge you because the court liked you, but no one touches what is Erik's. Erik does not share."
With those last words, he pulled, and in one snap of the wrist, the man's neck broke. Erik pulled back his rope and went to discard the body.
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With the body discarded where no one would find it, Erik's thoughts were consumed with the need to return to Christine. He had let his anger take over for long enough. Now he felt the need to hold her and keep her safe.