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An Assassin of Note
13 years ago
The glint of a blade in the night pierces the dark for but a second before it finds it's victim, spilling crimson upon the cold steel. Not a single word follows the cut, and it is one delivered with precision and grace. the blade is slaked upon the unsuspecting, but not the undeserving. As it feeds in those few short moments, it finds it's joy. As it takes the life of another, it truly sings it's sweet ballad, wishing a final farewell to it's meal. soon after, the blade recedes into the dark, not to be seen again until it is made hungry once more. The one holding the blade feeds both themself and the blade they carry with the life of their victim, and so, balance is maintained.
This particular blade, however, is held by a master of the darkness, and of the art of ending life. No matter the circumstance, the job always gets done. And, what is more, it's master always treats it to the kill, no matter the target, and no matter the circumstance. The blade is beloved in this regard. Even if it puts the master in harms way, it's master feeds it. And so, the blade is sharp and ready to serve, never faltering. The two fit in a seamless bond, living this silent life. Even in slaying high profile targets surrounded by security, this master of death-dealing has never once failed in their duty to themself and their blade. Truly, this nameless entity is one to be feared and respected. But it is impossible to say just who this person is, as they have never been seen and lived to tell the tale. What of the employers, you might ask? Not even they know with whom they are dealing. To administer a contract, one must leave a message at one of the Dark Drops with instructions, and the hiring party must even come up with their own discreet way of payment. However, bidding into a contract with the one known as the Silent Darkness is a one-way street. If there is no means to pay, then the job is declined. If the person ordering the services does not pay after the services are performed, then their own life becomes forfeit. No matter the military might or muscle, even the highest mob bosses have come to respect this person and not cross them. The defining day was when the corrupt official, Garad Demont made the brash decision to not pay the assassin and, the day after payment was due, while giving a public speech, he was murdered. Nobody saw a person anywhere near. The man was in mid-sentence, stopped, and his head fell from his shoulders. It was a mortifying event indeed. But it confirmed that this assassin was not to be trifled with. Rumor spread that day that a small flash of light appeared in different places near the man as he spoke, but the details of exactly what happened would be known by none.
This particular blade, however, is held by a master of the darkness, and of the art of ending life. No matter the circumstance, the job always gets done. And, what is more, it's master always treats it to the kill, no matter the target, and no matter the circumstance. The blade is beloved in this regard. Even if it puts the master in harms way, it's master feeds it. And so, the blade is sharp and ready to serve, never faltering. The two fit in a seamless bond, living this silent life. Even in slaying high profile targets surrounded by security, this master of death-dealing has never once failed in their duty to themself and their blade. Truly, this nameless entity is one to be feared and respected. But it is impossible to say just who this person is, as they have never been seen and lived to tell the tale. What of the employers, you might ask? Not even they know with whom they are dealing. To administer a contract, one must leave a message at one of the Dark Drops with instructions, and the hiring party must even come up with their own discreet way of payment. However, bidding into a contract with the one known as the Silent Darkness is a one-way street. If there is no means to pay, then the job is declined. If the person ordering the services does not pay after the services are performed, then their own life becomes forfeit. No matter the military might or muscle, even the highest mob bosses have come to respect this person and not cross them. The defining day was when the corrupt official, Garad Demont made the brash decision to not pay the assassin and, the day after payment was due, while giving a public speech, he was murdered. Nobody saw a person anywhere near. The man was in mid-sentence, stopped, and his head fell from his shoulders. It was a mortifying event indeed. But it confirmed that this assassin was not to be trifled with. Rumor spread that day that a small flash of light appeared in different places near the man as he spoke, but the details of exactly what happened would be known by none.
