IT'S ALL FOR WHAT? • job

"Please.... these last letters... must... be... delive-.."

The mailman's life ebbed away from him as Ren pulled Crepundia, the unique artifact dagger, from its victim's corpse. How had it come to this? Well, there was not much of a reason, other than pure boredom. The malevolent spirit had tried to have his doll possession, a childlike spirit he had placed inside this small girl's body, to kill the mailman. Further training, and just more to add as she went down the path he so carefully laid out. It was all going according to plan. "Now THAT is how you do it, Lucie. Are you watching? Really, you couldn't bring yourself to just kill this one person? Why must you always make me do everything?" he asked aloud, using her body and thus the body's voice, yet only in a slightly more masculine way.

He could sense Lucie's delicate spirit trembling on the inside. How cute. "I... I-" she tried to begin, finding it hard to muster the words, even in spirit form. Suddenly, Ren released his hold of the girl's body, giving her back possession and control. Instantly, tears seeped in to fill her deep scarlet eyes, while she gazed down in horror at her dagger and the mailman's corpse. Next to him was a neat stack of twenty letter, labeled, stamped, and ready to be mailed... only, there was nobody now to deliver them. Still, the postman's saying was through rain, snow, or any circumstances, they were to get their daily bundles promptly delivered. Lucie could not know this, but still, it felt right... after Ren had taken the innocent man's life.

Sniffling to herself, Lucie attempted to reach down to gingerly pick up the letters in their white envelopes, before she turned her focus to the lines and rows of mailboxes down the street. This was it- all there was. And maybe, just maybe, she could help the poor man's spirit be put to rest by fulfilling his last duty for him. Hands still trembling Lucie pocketed the twenty letters in her own small satchel purse, and cleaned Crepundia off with a handkerchief, which used to be white, but was not covered in bloodstains enough to the point where it was permanently died a ruddy brown, with only a few streaks of white showing through. "Really? Even after all that, you're still going to deliver them?" Ren started in, his tone throwing forth a good deal of disapproval. With an irritated sigh, the spirit continued, obviously too fed up at that point to even deal with the young Daemon child anymore. "Tch... whatever. Do what you want."

Refusing to really show acknowledgement to his words, and physically and mentally unable to reply in her own words, Lucie continued down the street, carefully matching addresses to ensure she was delivering each letter to the designated house. She spent a good thirty minutes repeating this process, until finally, she had delivered the last letter to its mailbox. This would never redeem the actions that she blamed herself for, but perhaps... just maybe... she could sleep a tiny bit easier tonight.