- Job Details:
The armour was hot.
Hotter than it usually felt, although that was most likely due to how flustered he felt. It was one time, it should have been enough. One kill, yes he had relied on Morte to do it, but surely that was enough to satisfy his father. To show him he was capable on the outside of doing the job he'd given him. So why? Why was he being made to do it again? On an even grander scale this time. It wasn't just one victim this time; it was several. I can't do this... he thought, leaning against the wall of the mountainside, fists clenched tightly. He was trembling; he had to figure out some way to get out of this. Maybe he could beat them to a pulp and get them arrested by the police. But then that would involve a trace, plus Blanche had explicitly told him that this group were to be eliminated. But why? Why was it so important that they die? Were they sending some kind of message? But to who? His father's ambitions were so elusively to him, and Blanche never revealed anything more than she was permitted to. The woman was flawless in her execution.
He was closing in on them. He knew it wouldn't be far until he ran into the members of the 'Copycat guild'. He has been scouring the mountains and got a general layout of the terrain. There was just one region he hadn't checked out yet, which most likely meant that was where they were based. He took a breath; maybe he could come up with a plan the closer he got, manipulate them into taking each other out. He began to move once more, heading in the directions of the remaining area. He moved swiftly but as quietly as he could. Fortunately, his senses would tell him if he was getting close. So there was no chance of them jumping out at him.
It was because of this that it wasn't long before the scent of human hit him, in such a desolated area it was easy to pick out. He moved in towards the group, moving even more stealthily than before. The group were talking amongst themselves, Artemis stalked towards the tents.
Shall I do this?
Artemis tensed, he knew what the demon was offering. To kill them all and put Artemis to sleep so that he didn't have to watch. But he couldn't, that boy... his memories. Artemis had been haunted the past few weeks by them, that life he had quenched. A result of swallowing a soul, is you absorbed all of them. Including their life and their experiences. Morte relished in it, but Art. Artemis couldn't stand it. No, I'll handle this. He responded Morte laughed.
If you wish...
Artemis gritted his teeth, the demons amusement pissing him off a little. He opened his palm, his guild armour began to flex, making room for his thorns of purgatory. They crept forward towards the men getting in close before suddenly darted forward and wrapping themselves around two of the guys.
"What the fu-"
"We're under attack!" Artemis stepped out, launching orbs of darkness towards the men. Some of them hit, some were dodged. One of the men launched a club at him, Artemis ducked before releasing more orbs, they flew towards the group, smashing into them one by one.
You're holding back boy...
Shut up.
You need to kill them remember...
He did need to, but yet he was pulling his punches. He knew it; the orbs were at half power; he wasn't trying. Just let me do it...I shall make it quick... Morte whispered seductively, Artemis could feel his desire to kill welling inside him, the demon was writhing inside him, creeping towards the surface, wanting to take control. Should he do this? Would it be okay? If maybe just once more... he let him take-over. A man ran at him, throwing a punch, Artemis side-stepped him, swiping his leg under him. Knocking him to the ground, Artemis looked at him; this was the perfect chance to kill the guy. But could he do it? Artemis clenched stretched his palm out; the armour began to strip away from his hand magically. Revealing long black talons, he pulled his hand back. One quick slash across the throat, that was all it would take, he just had to do it. He went to strike, stopping mid-air, looking up in surprise. A new scent hitting him, moving towards the camp. It didn't smell human; in fact, it's scent was strange. All he could smell was leather and steel...
Hotter than it usually felt, although that was most likely due to how flustered he felt. It was one time, it should have been enough. One kill, yes he had relied on Morte to do it, but surely that was enough to satisfy his father. To show him he was capable on the outside of doing the job he'd given him. So why? Why was he being made to do it again? On an even grander scale this time. It wasn't just one victim this time; it was several. I can't do this... he thought, leaning against the wall of the mountainside, fists clenched tightly. He was trembling; he had to figure out some way to get out of this. Maybe he could beat them to a pulp and get them arrested by the police. But then that would involve a trace, plus Blanche had explicitly told him that this group were to be eliminated. But why? Why was it so important that they die? Were they sending some kind of message? But to who? His father's ambitions were so elusively to him, and Blanche never revealed anything more than she was permitted to. The woman was flawless in her execution.
He was closing in on them. He knew it wouldn't be far until he ran into the members of the 'Copycat guild'. He has been scouring the mountains and got a general layout of the terrain. There was just one region he hadn't checked out yet, which most likely meant that was where they were based. He took a breath; maybe he could come up with a plan the closer he got, manipulate them into taking each other out. He began to move once more, heading in the directions of the remaining area. He moved swiftly but as quietly as he could. Fortunately, his senses would tell him if he was getting close. So there was no chance of them jumping out at him.
It was because of this that it wasn't long before the scent of human hit him, in such a desolated area it was easy to pick out. He moved in towards the group, moving even more stealthily than before. The group were talking amongst themselves, Artemis stalked towards the tents.
Shall I do this?
Artemis tensed, he knew what the demon was offering. To kill them all and put Artemis to sleep so that he didn't have to watch. But he couldn't, that boy... his memories. Artemis had been haunted the past few weeks by them, that life he had quenched. A result of swallowing a soul, is you absorbed all of them. Including their life and their experiences. Morte relished in it, but Art. Artemis couldn't stand it. No, I'll handle this. He responded Morte laughed.
If you wish...
Artemis gritted his teeth, the demons amusement pissing him off a little. He opened his palm, his guild armour began to flex, making room for his thorns of purgatory. They crept forward towards the men getting in close before suddenly darted forward and wrapping themselves around two of the guys.
"What the fu-"
"We're under attack!" Artemis stepped out, launching orbs of darkness towards the men. Some of them hit, some were dodged. One of the men launched a club at him, Artemis ducked before releasing more orbs, they flew towards the group, smashing into them one by one.
You're holding back boy...
Shut up.
You need to kill them remember...
He did need to, but yet he was pulling his punches. He knew it; the orbs were at half power; he wasn't trying. Just let me do it...I shall make it quick... Morte whispered seductively, Artemis could feel his desire to kill welling inside him, the demon was writhing inside him, creeping towards the surface, wanting to take control. Should he do this? Would it be okay? If maybe just once more... he let him take-over. A man ran at him, throwing a punch, Artemis side-stepped him, swiping his leg under him. Knocking him to the ground, Artemis looked at him; this was the perfect chance to kill the guy. But could he do it? Artemis clenched stretched his palm out; the armour began to strip away from his hand magically. Revealing long black talons, he pulled his hand back. One quick slash across the throat, that was all it would take, he just had to do it. He went to strike, stopping mid-air, looking up in surprise. A new scent hitting him, moving towards the camp. It didn't smell human; in fact, it's scent was strange. All he could smell was leather and steel...
WC: 776 / 1500