The night was young when Sharp first graced the town of Talonia with her menacing gaze. She was performing her work this day and much of the town had to pay. The targets were all manner of individuals from the big to a small and the large or tall. She wouldn't stop, she wouldn't quit, not until every individual citizen in the city knew her name, or at least knew the price for double-crossing what she represented. Deep down Sharp disliked killing in this way, it ate away at her, she knew it was wrong her own inner voice said so, she could feel their fear, sorrow, and pain with every life she took but there was another softer voice as well, telling her she should enjoy it, they were suffering anyway. She knew the voice, it wasn't her own but the tone started to sound like her's, cold and lifeless filled with a void of consciousness that told her this was all she was good at and ever will be good at, she couldn't escape it. First under the control of Chaoris, and now under the control of yet another god of murder, she would never be free, and never be rid of the voice that was blending into her own. Perhaps if she had just died instead of being born Sharp would know peace, but alas even in death did she still serve someone so probably she would never have known it, in this life or the next. Staring at the broken key in her hands Sharp looked down from one of the rooftops to the city beneath her, this was going to be a busy few weeks.
Vanishing into the shadows Sharp would stalk her prey, a man in his early thirties who seemed to be at a high in life, drowning in women and booze. His fortunes had all turned around one day, suddenly, and then he was at the top of the world... but he didn't pay for his fortunes, instead, he wanted to not keep his end of the bargain, the souls that were promised weren't given. Sharp had to correct that mistake. Alone in his apartment, the man slept quietly in bed after a night on the town and his little ladies had left. Slipping through the corners of his room Sharp dripped down onto the bed from the ceiling on top of the sleeping man. Before he could fully awaken the sleep from his eyes still clouding his vision he felt the piercing cuts of blades upon his cheek. As he went to scream he found that opening his mouth was the most painful thing he had yet to experience...
His voice couldn't leave him as his voice shuttered as his lung were pushed in by Sharp's knee.
"You didn't pay up."
Frightful noises came from what little sound he could make as sharp slowly pressed a blade towards his heart, the fast beating muscle bleeding every so slightly as the ethereal blade make a tiny incision.
"Did you know? it's not good to make a deal with the devil and not pay up your end. The souls you promised him, you didn't gift them. Your family still lived when you decided in your heart of hearts to take back such an offer. They have joined the void today, and will you."
Eyes black as the void and hollow as the emptiness in her soul, Sharp stared into his eyes and sucked the very life from them. Hollowed out and burned into oblivion his eyes were nothing but the blackest midnight in color, with nothing but smoldering holes left in their wake, a bleeding heart in his chest and small slices and cuts left over. His parents met a similar fate that night, along with his sibling. The killings all bearing the same style, though the locations were far apart. If one were to track such a gruesome event perhaps they would find themselves in a very dangerous situation with otherworldly consequences.
Post WC: 672
Total WC: 672/5000