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Saturday, February 26, 2011 ( 11:48 PM )

Life or Death-The Kill

It's the time of the day, the coming of another target. D looked at the picture she was given. A young female, possibly a few years older than her. She wore a striking red dress with a jewelries crusted with diamonds and sapphire. An obvious tattoo indicate her to be from one of the nobles ruling Undertow now, the family of Aer.

D left the Assassins and head to the bar. She has a contact working there, the Bartender. The Bartender belongs to one of another section of the Cult, known as the Spies. They are similar to the assassins, being able to slip into the shadows, leaving no traces of themselves. They, however do not draw blood, but simply stalk the prey and gather information. Another difference is that they do not have a definite prey given by the Cult, as a result, they have manage to stalk and gathered almost all information on every personnel in the world of life and death, and continues to do so everyday with new prey introduced by the Cult.

D was in luck. Her job can be simply done by the end of the night. Her prey lives alone near the northern part of central Undertow, where all nobles live in luxury. D immediately slipped into the shadows, and proceeded to her destination.

By mid-evening, she had reached the house of the target. Her prey immediately got into her sight. She had fatigue written all over her face. D knew it was going to be an easy job. She walked through the planes of shadow and held out her jagged dagger. Her heartbeat started to beat faster. Adrenaline pumped as she neared her target. Its time for her to draw blood. She brought back her hand and thrusts up with a force she could muster.

Her dagger hanged in mid air. She was shocked as she tried to move her hand. Caligo Aer turned and laughed. D was discovered before she made the killed, and Caligo was a magician of air. Magicians are part of the reason the Undertow was able to get to its golden age. They are born with the ability to manipulate their body to produce a certain kind of element or object, often being pass down in the family. They are also capable of creating orbs and thus passing them to others for infusing. The Aer family was known for their superior air abilities, vital information D's contact left out.

D touched her tattoo on her immobilized right arm. The tattoo started to glow, and within a second, the whole room was filled with fog that would normally render a person blind. Caligo, on the other hand, was still able to move. Her specialty, to D's disadvantage, was mist or fog. D broke off the air prison and blended in with the surroundings, moving around to prevent the incoming attack forming on Caligo's hands. Her attack was strengthen by the mist around D, making it lethal per shot. D was cornered. The mist was to help her out, now it backfired, making her just like any other helpless girl in a fog-filled haunted town.

She had to think. It is a do or die situation for her. More adrenaline pulsed through her brain. She thought of an idea. A way to kill Caligo, and she only has one shot to do it. She touched her hand again. This time, it created another copy of her. Both rushed towards Caligo from her back, maintaining the ever light footsteps D always had. As D approached her, Caligo turned and fired off a fog missile. It hit D straight through her heart. D fall down to her knees as Caligo looked at her with a smirk.

A dagger punched through the back of Caligo. She turned around to see another D in horror. Caligo was too arrogant to not notice that D had made a copy of herself. D pulled out the dagger, lacerating Caligo. With this she slipped back into the shadows, now visible through the fog being cleared, and left for her bounty.

Caligo fell to the ground, her face shocked as her life slowly slipped away. A magician of Aer, damaged by a lowly member of the world of death. Her body starts to disintegrate into mists, her face turned to horror as she looked at it. D's dagger was made specially by her. The weapon was a mechanical dagger specially infused with a certain kind of magic of poison. Horror turned into nothing as she perished into mists.