Follow the freedom Trail.

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It was a difficult job for someone to hold onto, the role of a politician. Should you go against those who voted you in's wishes then well you might as well be useless, if you personally stamped on them and view them as nothing more than a crutch for your own power gain and amusement, then you were beneath scum regardless of your riches. Such was the man sitting behind a desk, in an extravagant office, taking a puff of a cigar. Born of a farmer, the man instead of hard work, only learned contempt for his fellow man and those who had more, and thus his life goal became gaining the power to rule over those who had previously abused him. A childish sentiment despite the lush Victorian setting in which he surrounded himself, the various paintings all framed and matched, the drapes were of velvet, and the wood all made of treated mahogany. He was living the high life with little to no real responsibility, but in this complacence those beneath him sought fit to try and remove him from office via force.

At first it wasn't a big deal, but then it became a little more problematic, as the numbers rose he found that his natural superiority and intellect was becoming a bit underwhelmed with the attempts on his life though he was too prideful to admit it openly. It was then that a figure had approached him and made him an interesting offer. it was expensive, but with the minor training in magic that the big shot politician had in the past, from his mother forcing him to learn a little bit of it, he got the hang of it. It must have been due to his brilliance, but the assassination attempts by a few small groups were stopped, again all thanks to his genius.

Letting out a puff of smoke into the air the man laughed a bit.

"Tell me pet, why is it that people are beneath me, and should look at me as a god."

"Your impeccable intellect."

"Yes, exactly my intellect is what keeps me in the game and on top of the entire world, come on now my pet enjoy a bit of a chuckle with me and maybe I'll get you something nice. Hahahahaha"

The figure sitting upon one of the nice velvet covered couches turned to look towards their master, their eyes pieces through the dark but covered in the fog of their own disinterest.

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

He was about to open his mouth when his lacrima rang. Picking it up, it sounded as if it was his wife to the figure on the couch, a woman who was most cruel to the staff, and to all who tried to take anything of hers, a back stabber who valued her husband for his money, and almost nothing else. She was the only one that Sharp tolerated in the recesses of her mind, Sharp didn't all of this ego playing that her master did, or the other complaints of the staff, but she did understand strength and cruelty. It was primal and why Sharp tended to listen with more interest to her words than her proper masters. Putting down the lacrima he sighed a bit.

"Pet go report to my wife down in the main meeting lobby, she requests your presence for some god awful reason."

Getting up and heading out of the double doors, Sharp walked silently all the way to entry hall to where the wife was greeting someone, did she need Sharp to show him to a room or something, was he another one of those gentlemen friends she had? Didn't matter she'd just wait at the top of the stairway by the railing till she got an order.

Jobs inside jobs, Chaoris just didn't understand how people could be such cowards. If one wanted something done, should they not do it themselves? Such cowardice was so rampant in this world that it sickened him. Cowards deserved death, and not one in battle either. The only good death was in battle or while fighting others. It was the only way the God of Blood would allow it to be. Glory in Blood and Skulls!

The job he was standing before the door of an office building to do was one of protecting another man; a man who didn't even know he was in danger at this moment. It was pathetic, or so Chaoris believed, that someone could think they were safe as large amounts of assassins came after them. The tall god had come to prove a point, but would only do so upon completion of this stupid mission. An answer to his powerful knock was quick in coming, the woman that answered answering with a whisper for him to come in and to kindly remain from alerting her husband to his arrival.

What did he care if he knew? It wasn't like his being there made any difference in the assassins he was here to stop! But there he waited, even if it edged his anger and brought his sight into the red spectrum. What he needed was blood, and not his own. A fingernail would scratch at his palm, the skin raising to the reaction as he slowly tore at the skin as he awaited the instructions this common woman had for him.

"So good of you to come today MR. Chaoris."

The woman snarled as she was flanked by a couple of the servants of the place, being so well off she could spare a few right now to solve the whole problem of greeting one without showing a proper impression.

"Now I am sure you are a busy man, but there is a bit of a money in it for you and the job is simple, just be a brute, keep my husband alive and try to not have him catch you in the act of protecting him, or his poor ego will be shattered, he believes it is due to a deal he made that he is still alive, but I know better, he isn't safe they are tired of him, and frankly you are cheap enough to not attract his attention to his pocket book."

Huffing a bit, the woman adjusted her long dress a bit, and then pointed towards Sharp, who was stuck wearing a very plain red dress, almost like it was all she had really aside from some shoes, they had all this wealth but they didn't give her anything, typical right? Well, at least she was being somewhat acknowledge right now.

"You will be working with our pet, she goes by Sharp, but you can call her whatever you want, she'll show you around as she'd know where all the rats can crawl in from, heavens knows that is what she did. Anyway, keep him safe overnight, and good luck, but first any questions about the job before I depart?"

This woman had an attitude. He did not like it at all, but she was the one in charge of the job of keeping her stupid husband safe. At least she had some guts at the very least in the way she talked.
"I have no questions for you. Me and the girl will do as you please tonight. Make sure your servants stay out of my sight, or they may find themselves with the same problem any assassins may find; death." With that single phrase the man continued his intrusion to walk towards the girl with the red dress.

As he grew closer, however, he noticed a peculiar smell; one he was quite fond of in all of its forms. But was it really coming from the girl? The tall man approached the female figure, finding himself to be half a foot taller than her, before sniffing at her face. No, the smell was not her natural scent, so he sniffed downward to find it coming from the red dress. A tongue would come out in a grotesque display as he simply licked the dress that someone else was wearing. The taste of dried blood was distinct as the coppery taste filled his mouth, some of the blood on the dress transferring to his tongue in the process. ”You covered in blood. I like your clothing choice. Show me where these 'assassins' may come in and we will slay them all together!” The commanding deep voice was a barely controlled bellow. While loud, it wasn't enough to alert the man that was in another room somewhere in the office building.

So now Sharp was in this strangers charge, passed around like a tool, a pet, was that all she really was? It didn't matter in the end, Sharp had to do this, so she would do it, at least a few of the assassins would be killed in the process. Such a waste of life, the weak served no purpose trying to attack a place like this, but at least they desired revenge, a primal instinct, something Sharp could understand, it's why she didn't hold back, why she didn't care that they screamed occasionally, it was their honor to die for their cause rather than underneath her useless master, who dreamed of only controlling them through puppets and not his own willpower and strength. It was weak for those who controlled others to not fight their own battles. Sadly Sharp was still stuck with the man, so she could only comply.

This new stranger, this Chaoris, came up and licked her dress, it was so odd, but didn't care, she just stared at him, her eyes in a fog of boredom and soaked with hidden thoughts of malice against her master. Would he be like the others, just having her fight all the battle and toss her aside, she'd have to see. What surprised her a bit though was that he recognized it as blood, and not as the natural color.

"I didn't think anyone would notice, most just think it's the color of the dress, I'm not allowed to wash it. Regardless follow me, they normally come through the back windows, disorganized as they are all different groups. Don't share intel, fly in and die."

Sharp would motion for Chaoris to follow her, and they would head down the hallways, the various pictures on the wall of the politician proper, not of his family, just of him. It was arrogance at its finest, surrounded by pictures of himself to gloat. His habit of treating everyone else like crap really showing as a few of the servants passed by, their outfits a bit worn. As they walked Sharp just kept staring straight forward, blankly looking into the distance of the hallway. Perhaps the boredom of today would be over for a brief moment soon, if not, well she could always stare at the wall again, the only thing that didn't make her wish to vomit on sight in this house of arrogance.

Her way of speech was...interesting. The beat to her words unlike those he heard all around him. With that rhythm of speech, the girl spoke about not being allowed to wash her clothing, though he didn't understand WHY she would want to wash off the blood she had spilled of others. That mattered not, as he was motioned to follow after she explained why protecting her master had been such an easy task. The hallways which they walked down had many pictures on the walls, all of the man that owned the place and ran everything here. Such gloating was pitiable for a human to do. Even the god's held favor on those that served under them, so long as they did not turn from the truth that they gave.

Servants littered the sides as they passed by, worn and dirty outfits barely considered clothing covering them. A man living with those under him treated liked dirt did not need the protection that this god had granted them. He should have walked out then, but the blood soaked girl intrigued him and he wished to see her in combat before he took out their leader and called it a mercy killing. He did not look around, however, as his eyes remained drilling into the back of Sharp's head as he quietly looked on forward in his own thoughts until the protector showed him everything she needed to. Once he saw her in combat he would ask why she was enslaved to such a foul human, and maybe even try to show her the true path that he knew the world should be.


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"We've arrived."

It took less time then Sharp had predicted it would, but that just meant that it was daylight out, no one had been foolish to attack without the cover of darkness to hide them, only the old and the foolish would dare to do such a purposeful deep strike into enemy territory. Sharp was about to enter the room that had been broken into oh so many times before, as it was segmented from the rest of the place in terms of location, farther down the long hallway, broken windows, easy access to the perfectly sized tree, it looked like a place that no one would go who actually lived there, so it was the "best" way to infiltrate. Little did they know that's where Sharp lived, so originally it was by accident, but then Sharp discovered it was a pattern. A shame, it was always such a waste of a life to charge in and die like that to her, but again they at least died with some semblance of honor, fighting for what they believed in, Sharp just viewed it as a waste as she didn't fight for what she believed in.

As she was about to open the door to her horrible room, a few of the windows lining alongside this smaller part of the castle shattered open. They were attacking in a mass wave from a full blow side. The paintings on the other side of the windows having some glass thrown into them, something that would have made Sharp smile, if she could actually smile.

They were swarming all over, but only four of them, the closest turned to look towards Chaoris and Sharp. Equipping their daggers they started to charge down the hallway towards the Sharp and Chaoris.

"Waste. I'll handle them."

Reaching underneath her dress to a strap on her leg, she pulled out the MURDER Sword and pointed it towards the one charging on the far left. Waiting as they got almost within striking range of her, Sharp flicked the swords blade out and took all of their heads off in one swing to the right, some of the crimson flying onto her dress, wall, and floor. She had dirtied the place, but some of the servants who lived could just clean it up, it was their job after all. Turning to look at Chaoris, a bit of blood on her face, she unblinkingly pointed with her weapon down the hallway.

"Pursue, or hold position?"

So they had arrived and no attacks had happened as of yet, a bored sigh left the god's mouth as he wished for combat and blood shed. As his temporary went to open the door, however, his wish came true in a sudden twist of events. The sound of breaking glass shattered from windows, the two turning to watch as four assassins came in. Glass crunched underneath their feet as they moved towards the two defenders with a silence that was as quiet as the two had done on their way here.

A voice reached his ears, that of the demonic sword he owned, speaking to him. "Yes! I can finally be used to shed the blood of others!"

"Be calm sword, you will have your turn. For now I wish to see how the girl fares on her own."

The sigh from the sword was extremely loud, even though it was only something he could hear, as he watched Sharp go towards them as she called them a waste; and a declaration that she would handle them. The hilt she pulled out was interesting, the weapon more so when she revealed the magical energy that poured through it to slice through all four necks with a practiced ease. The splatter of blood was glorious, a worthy offering of praise to the God of Blood; if only she were a follower.

"Excellent work, Sharp. We will pursue and find more of them, but I demand to be the next to shed blood. I came here to be amused, and that mean's doing as you have already done." A hand would reach out to Sharp's face, smudging some of the blood on her face as he felt the crimson liquid before smearing it across the finger and thumb of the same hand that felt her face. It was soothing, the feel of the life blood of a mortal, it invigorated him and made his lust for blood that much stronger.


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Wait, he wished to try and shed first blood for the next fight? That was interesting, she supposed he could as it might turn out to be a more honorable death for these assassins then Sharp killing them, after all this man, even if he fought for money, at least fought for something, Sharp didn't fight for anything. Holding the hilt of her sword, she simply nodded towards him, even after his creepy display towards her with his hand, she simply nodded at his comment with only one thing really bothering her. Lifting her left hand up to her face, she wiped a bit of the blood off and then moved her hand to her lips so that she may partake of a bit of it.

"Don't waste the life fluids, please. If you only wish to play with it in your hand, may I ask that you not touch it, I partake of it."

More of the assassins down the hallway who were clearly trying to figure out where the politician was down this long, and identical place. They noticed their brothers, fallen to the two standing there having the strange conversation. Revenge was already on their minds so they charged towards Sharp and Chaoris, but this time they were in more of a formation, prepared to go in, from possible different angles.

"You wanted first blood. Strike them now if you want. You might give more meaning to their death anyway. Tried of it being a waste when I strike. Dislike killing in that mans name, for his flag."

Chaoris watched as the girl also wiped a hand across her face, the blood going to her lips to consume it before asking him kindly to not waste the precious source. Realizing her lust for blood, the God of Blood could only do one thing with the blood he had planned to use for his powers; eat it as well. He had always enjoyed the coppery taste of blood. The fact that this blood was warm and fresh made it even better. A half smile would form upon his face, until he saw the twelve men charging at them. A full grin would appear on his face as he gripped hard upon his sword, the item cutting into his skin to draw blood into a greatsword sized blade.

Come to your slaughter in combat! Show yourselves unafraid and I will find you worthy of the sacrifice you give as your own, shed, blood!” The words were a barely contained yell, not quite loud enough to carry on passed the hallway they were in, but enough to goad the assassins into charging him at the same time. The sound of displaced air would be heard by all around even as the five assassins charging in a row at him were sliced apart at chest level; the blade ignoring anything underneath its power as a weapon. Blood Fang's demon roared inside of his head as he made another slash with the blade, a large amount of his blood flowing from his body to create a crescent moon shaped blood blade that tore through the rest of the assassins that found themselves there. There were no clean cuts when using blood, the hallway pooling with the blood of the now eighteen dead men that littered the ground; as well as the blood from the crimson slash he had done splattering once it hit the wall.

A hand brushed along the hardened blood blade of Blood Fang, the man wiping a finger across his own blood sacrificed to the sword, as he turned a blood soaked head towards his current companion. They were a worthy opponent, though they were too weak to provide a sufficient challenge for me.

It was both expected, and unexpected. What just happened was, a little beautiful to Sharp, and not for the reasons you might think. While there was, delicious red matter about the area, it was more the way they were killed, more brutish than Sharp would have liked, but still very efficient, there wasn't gloating, there weren't any meaningless words, there were just actions. She could understand and see what was happening, there was a clash and a winner, the way the weapon swung into them spoke more than about the death than any epitaph could, or at least could to Sharp. She was a woman of action, not of emotions which made her quite the odd duck. She could understand a sword, but not a feeling, perhaps it is why she was so proficient as the art of killing, it was something she understood.

Still it was far more of an honorable death than anyone else might have witnessed, where people saw slaughter, Sharp saw death that had purpose. They died doing something they believed in, to someone who had more goals than could possibly be imagined right now, certainly more than Sharp. Sharp was fighting for, well nothing she believed in, so it was better they died when the one who killed them had a chance to accomplish something than just carrying out a petty order.

"Challenge only applies to one's actions. They provided enough of a challenge. They stood, didn't run. They tried to fight, testament to their belief's. The ones they fought for, should be proud. You're sword spoke, broke their bodies, but not their conviction, not their message. There are more of them, I can sense the conviction, the purpose. Shall we test it?"

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This woman brought forth a fair point from a perspective he normally did not take into consideration. These assassins they had slain were under the orders of another, not just here to kill a man for no reason. Had these men been serving him, they would have been praised for the way they had slain. Sharp's speech plucked at something within him, though he was not sure what it was that had been plucked. ”You are correct. We shall test the conviction of the rest now and see how many more fall to the God of Blood; and you as well.” The words were spoken as casually as one could in a standard conversation. Of course, the man had no real reason to think his tone of voice was off for what he was saying, he believed that title to be completely true; including the implications of being a God.

Feet would splash amongst the spilled blood, spreading on pants even as he followed the small sounds and movement that could be heard. It was definitely the sound of assassins, two popping out from open doors to throw what appeared to be knives at the tall man now charging towards them. Once knife found the blood blade as it was sliced in half, as a hot knife would through butter while one was easily side-stepped. The third found its mark in his right shoulder, the insane man ignoring the hit as he felt the adrenaline run through his body. An open hand would go at one assassin's throat, the speed at which it happened making it impossible to dodge, and had fingers enter to grasp the bones there before they were crushed. As the man choked to death, another slash of the greatsword would happen, a single hand being used to do so, to slice another that was coming at him from the top down.

Blood, he needed more blood. The chaotic instincts that furthered the cause of the god were starting to surface as he slowly smiled a bit more. ”Bring me blood. More, more death! More enemies to the fight, more honorable opponents to slay!”

The scene had once again become a blood bath; though this time it was from both sides. While Chaoris and his charge was impressive, Sharp had something to worry about other than possibly him being flanked, she was being flanked. Four of them, they were trying to act sneaky and were crawling upon the ceiling, sadly Sharp could see them, and she knew that now, more would have to die for no real cause. It was sorrowful, or at least as close to sorrow that Sharp could feel, which in reality was just regret, it wouldn't be a good death. As one of them let his harness go to fall and drove his knife down to hit her in the head, Sharp moved it to the side, the knife merely stabbing into her shoulder. While she knew the blade stabbed into her flesh, all she really "felt" was how futile it all was, for both her, and him. grabbing his hand and gripping down on it, Sharp felt his hand become loose, and then with her own grabbed his knife.

"Your death won't have much meaning from me, but I can at least make it quick... die by your knife. Your meaning, not mine, perhaps it will give solace."

Spinning around in a flash, she jammed it into his throat in but a second, and then sliced it down, the man probably felt some pain, but it was over quick, at least as quick as she could do it with such a small weapon.

The other three came down to hit her, but she merely jumped back, and tossed the knife into one of them, hitting their shoulder, and with a motion forward flicked her blade forth once more, taking their noggins off at the shoulder, crimson spilling everyone, in fact at this point they might as well change the color of the walls to a bright red, not that her master ever would.

"Meaningless for you, should have attacked with him. Shown your colors and pride, died with conviction, not cowardice or self-defense. Families will be disappointed by your meaningly crimson flowing around you. Not good enough to drink."

Suddenly from out of a couple of the room more assassins arrived, surrounding both Sharp and Chaoris. Sharp's blade already out, she simply sighed, the bright red glow doing nothing to hide what was already on her face.

"More come, they try to show their courage, or will they show their cowardice. Sir Chaoris, give them meaning, pray that I may find some to give mine."

His temporary companion made short work of the assassins she slayed with practiced ease, even taking a stab to her shoulder in the process. Sharp said things to her dead enemies as more surrounded them, the woman asking him to kill them and give meaning to their death. Though the one word truly did bother him. I am no sir, call me Lord." Even as he spoke, men armed with blades came at them from all directions, Chaoris drawing his sword close to himself in the process. "Sword, let loose the howling gale of my blood and destroy all those that think themselves worthy to fight against me! It's time for a massacre!" With that said, and moving close to Sharp to keep her from being injured in the process, he felt a surge of power as blood was removed from his body and launched into a burst all around the two. Not only did this burst of sharp blood strike out at the ten assassins surrounding them, taking a few out with the powerful blow, but it came back to him as well.

As the blood entered him he felt an immense increase to his physical power, the greatsword doubling in length at the same time. "Behold the power of a god!" Could be heard a bit louder than necessary. The massive sword would swing forward, taking out the rest of the men in that area with loud thuds and splashes as torn bodies hit the ground. Turning, and wrapping around Sharp, the man would cut through the weapon of the closest assassin while also cutting down the last of them with one fell swoop. Heavy breathing would be heard as the man grumbled words to himself. "Enemies...need..more...enemies..."

They were all there, and then suddenly they were all gone, their life force exiting their bodies. Sharp found it a little disappointing, they had the resolve but not the skill, not a single one of them could kill him. If she could kill him, she would, merely for making her disrespect so many people in their deaths, that was mattered, the actions, the sacrifice, the belief. It was all tangible, simple, and primal. Perhaps that is why she was apathetic, or at least more than normal towards all of this. She didn't have any way to make the feeling of loss for them go away, they were all so... desperate, but failed. At least Chaoris killed them rather than her, at least in his slaughter he gave some meaning, he would live on, she could sense it, he would crush many, but for what end, that she couldn't say. She didn't know his heart, didn't know his motives other than his current actions. Slaughter without remorse, brutal, primal, violent, demanding. His blade was selfish, it fought for no one, only for himself. Nothing wrong with it, just what she noticed.

"You aren't my master, so you are Sir. If you wish to be lord, then obtain my key from my current Master. Luck is wished for you, he is most selfish, like your blade."

Making sure to scan the area, Sharp noticed that there didn't seem to be anymore though she could always be wrong.

"I can't find anymore. Dead the lot of them. Perished by your and my blade. Mission is accomplished. Reward for your service, you should ask for, or you could confront the master about this. Options and choices are all your's to consider. Your judgement, I am a servant. Shall follow regardless."

Obtain her key? Was she not a human like she seemed to be? No, not many humans partook in the consumption of blood. 'Interesting, maybe this key would make a better payment for my perfect services.' It didn't seem like there was anyone else around, not that he could sense in the area. The blood of those around him was all the blood of the dead, useless to him now unless he wished to use it for his own powers of manipulation. Even as he checked it seemed Sharp had done so as well, speaking up on how he could proceed from there. The choices were simple. He could go to the man's wife for his money, or he could confront the idiotic, incompetent man that had his life saved by fighting of others.

The second option was the only one that made sense to the god, a finger trailing across the wall to scrape up some blood that he would taste before speaking up again. ”We will confront this 'Master' of yours. There are lessons for him to learn about his cowardly ways of life. If you would lead me to him I would be most....gracious.” The last word had a small pause before it. Not for dramatic effect, but for the sole reason that he normally did not think of the feelings of others. This girl, however, was a perfect candidate for following him. Unafraid to fight, to be injured, to die, nor to shed the blood of those before her. It was everything the God of Blood could ask in a worshiper.

"I suppose we can go and report the clearing of opposition."

Sadly, despite being so distant, and strange, Sharp wasn't perfect, she had forgotten that er master wasn't supposed to be informed about all of this, lest his pride be hurt because of how defensive he could be. Still Sharp really didn't care about all that nonsense, the destruction of an enemy should be reported, even if the one who would hear the report wouldn't be happy with it. Leading Chaoris down the hallway to his office, Sharp opened the door, only to see his angry face behind his desk.

"You... you decided to take it into your own hands with this, stranger to defend me, they were nothing, I could have handled them my pet. Tell me how do you explain yourself?"

"The mistress wished for you to be safe, so you are safe. Doing my duty, my charge."

"Yes well, that's all fine and good I suppose but this man, who are you and what do you want huh? Payment, I can give you gems I guess, with a deduction of course as my pride is shattered as your arrogance in interfering has made me sour."

"it was the mistress, not him."

"Silence pet, you are becoming nothing but trouble for me, siding with her often, and against my incredible will. perhaps I should just trade you away so that my wife can no longer hold you over me in a regard huh? Damn that man for making it so you would listen to both of us rather than just me. The condition is just too annoying. So you mysterious man, please tell me your "demands" for payment so you may leave my sight."

Chaoris had not forgotten that the man was not supposed to know what had happened. He did not care if he injured this man's pride at all. Why should the weak and cowardly have pride anyway? Did they not just hide away while others fought on their behalf? No, they would confront him and get the reward for his work before the rest of his plan was put in to action! Once they arrived, the stupid mortal began to fuss with Sharp, the one that had assisted in keeping his worthless self alive alongside Chaoris. It was then pointed at him, his tongue slightly out subconsciously as a hand wrapped around his waist, while the man questioned his reasoning for being there.

”As Sharp has said, your mistress had more common sense than you and realized you could NOT protect yourself. Had I known this to be your reaction I would have simply stayed in my own domain, leaving you to hope your precious 'PET' could save you!” Anger slowly worked its way into the voice of the tall man, taller than the idiot that he stood across from by a large margin. But words that the man said, there were all they needed for him to do as he wished.

”If you find her so troublesome, I will forgo the worthless amount of jewels and take her key as payment. Followed by the knowledge that you were unable to protect yourself, and that even your own WIFE was not confident in your abilities.” Insults were made to further injure his ego and pride. What Chaoris hoped for was that the key be thrown to him. Once that happened, Sharp would get her first test as a follower of Chorne. All if would be is two words, words he would reveal as soon as current plans followed through.

"You wish for me to give up this key? The nerve, I should have you thrown out, but I suppose she is becoming a burden, and my lesser half lords her over me a bit, fine you may take her precious little key as your payment, but I expect you to leave."

Tossing her key towards Chaoris, it would be assumed that he would catch it without effort. Upon catching the key a strange contract would be formed, it wasn't an agreement between Sharp and Chaoris, but rather a pack with whoever held her key, or could at least prove to have the willpower to fuel it, to give her potential. The stronger the individual, the stronger Sharp could potentially become, sadly with her old master she couldn't even summon enough power to exert any of her abilities, but with this new one...

It was like a bit of a surge, she could feel it, that which she had lacked for a while. Holding her hand aloft for a second, she had a bit of flame's appear within it, only to snuff them out. She could access her magic, this was pleasing.

"Now if that is all, please leave my home, I don't desire to suffer your appearance for any longer."

It had been easy, almost too easy, to get his hands on the key to what he desired most out of this job; Sharp. The key was caught easily enough, Chaoris barely having to move at all to catch it with his long reach, and he fingered it slowly as he inspected the object of interest before looking up at Sharp. The young girl seemed to have flames appear in her hand, though they were quickly snuffed out, before the man began speaking again. It was quite funny that Chaoris was expected to leave after having been insulted. Sure, he had gone against the rules of the job, but this man had one last lesson to learn about his own self.

A chuckle would leave the lips of the schizophrenic, eyes going wide as he thought about what he was going to say next. ”No, there is one more thing you must learn! Your lack of honor and your massive amount of cowardice must be corrected, and there is only one way to correct this in such a mortal as you!” The words would be said in an ever increasing volume, even those outside the room sure to hear it with ease. Eyes would turn to Sharp, though now there were cold and sure, before he spoke in an authoritative voice. ”Your first duty, if you wish to follow me, is to kill this pathetic creature that you used to call 'Master.' Do it as you wish, but it must be done if we wish to bring my worship into this land.”

Sadly, while Chaoris could finish that sentence, once Chaoris stated the word kill and the name of the target, Sharp flicked her wrist up as her sword made the blade manifest, and with a swipe to her side, she left her former "master" without a way to get ahead in life. There wasn't hesitation, there was just action. It was ironic, they were supposed to protect him, but in an instant he was killed outright. Perhaps this was the fate of those who dared to flaunt arrogance in front of others with purpose, or it was just the fate of nature, or cruel. Sharp couldn't really tell.

Suddenly, the door opened behind them, Sharp turned to look, and it was the mistress, her husband was dead, and now she was a bit shocked.

"You... you killed him, you useless little pet, how dare you strike against us, look at all we had given you, you ungrateful little worm!"

Chaoris didn't have to issue an order this time, Sharp merely turned around, and stabbed her in the chest, then retracted the blade.

"You gave me nothing. No purpose to fight for, this man is barbaric, brutal, and destroys all, but at least he fights for something, even if it his own belief's, you fought for meaningless money, meaningless treasures, meaningless positions. Drown in your own failed ambition and cowardice, and know that my blade strikes with a purpose now, not a meaningless ambition that you and your husband shared."

Looking at Chaoris, Sharp simply nodded a bit.

"I'll meet you outside, we can formulate an official contract later. I'm going to change clothes."

Walking out of the room, Sharp made her way to the mistresses room, in order to wear different clothes, the clothes that were denied to her, and to use them for a better purpose than this lady could have ever.