- Job Name:
The Sweet taste of jealousy
1 mage, 900 words
Type of job:
Aawh love, so precious so delicate. How fortunate that there are those who are jealous enough to hire you and ruin it. The job is easy, in Cedar there lives a fair maiden who is desperately in love with this perfect specimen of a guy. You know the type, great hair, perfect jaw and off course perfect shining teeth. And it so happens to be, that that very guy is about to propose to this woman on their next date.
Which is where you come in to play, the client has not only ordered you to make sure prince charming never reaches his beloved. But he also requires of you to bring some falsely written letters with ill words to the girl. Once you have done that and broken the girls heart, the client is willing enough to pick up those pieces and mend them. And off course pay an handsome fee for your services.
There was something about this job which brought a smile to Sarisha's face. Maybe it was the violence, maybe it was the jewels or perhaps it was simply because she found the idea of this kind of love to be old fashioned. The whole, "Happily Ever after," ideal was laughable and the purple haired mage was certainly relishing the prospect of teaching that to the couple, both man and woman. She had a pretty good description of her target from her employer and he seemed like your typical princely kind of guy, handsome, kind and boring. How anyone could possibly fall for such a dunderhead was beyond her but one thing was certain, the relationship between him and his girlfriend would end, tonight.
He was a pretty hard guy to miss and all Sarisha had to do was wait until nightfall and as expected, he soon made his way along the docks, a few young hangers on following him, chattering to themselves, all with that same doe like expression that made the mage a little sick to her stomach. It was quite pathetic, to be honest. Thankfully, he soon managed to get rid of them and made his way deeper in to the town, oblivious to the fact that he now had a another figure following him. It was child's play for the mage to stay out of sight although she pondered to herself if she even needed to, given how dense he seemed to be. Perhaps he would think that he was just another hanger on or something? Anyway, she waited until he made his way down one of the alleys and that was when she made her move.
She surrounded herself with water, jumped in to the air and flew towards him like a torpedo. He was slow to respond but turned just in time for her to ram him in the stomach and force him backwards, sending them both crashing to the ground. He took the brunt of it and Sarisha recovered because due to that, setting upon him and lashing out at him with vicious punches. He was certainly no fighter and did nothing against her besides trying to throw his hands up in front of his face. It did little to stop her though and the mage easily broke through his weak guard, pummelling him with repeated strikes, ruining his good looks in moments and leaving him with little more than a crimson mask for face. She did not kill him yet though and instead lifted him up to his feet and slamming him against the wall closest to them.
"Right, you brainless bastard," she said wickedly, her eyes dancing with delight at the blood that she had spilled, a sickening grin spread across her features. "You're going to have a find a new girlfriend because there's someone else who has her eyes on her and he's got a hell of a lot more jewels than you. So, what you're going to do now is write a farewell letter to her. Telling her what a hopeless bitch she is and how you only ever wanted her for her looks and so you could get your leg over. Tell her that you never loved her at all and that you're not the perfect prince that she thought you were. Also, you can tell her about your friends who I saw you with earlier, following you across the docks. I'm sure that she'd love to know about your little posse of girlfriends although I doubt they'll want you now, looking as you do."
Shattered, mentally and physically, the prince fell to his knees, rubbing his face to remove the blood from his face. Sarisha swiftly turned towards a nearby bin and emptied its contents all over the ground, before tossing it towards him. She then produced a pad of paper and a pen and forced them in to his hands. With no other choice, he swiftly started to write, using the bin to lean on. When he was finished, he handed the letter towards the mage, who took it in her hands, before kicking him viciously across the face, killing him instantly.
Satisfied, she then duly visited the girl who he was supposed to meet and delivered the letter. Her response was as you might expect, tears were shed, angry words were shouted and she was shaking with sadness by the time she was finished. Sarisha was hardly sympathetic towards her and simply left her to it, returning to her employer and receiving her reward for completing her mission. He then bid her farewell and dashed off to console the poor girl, a smarmy grin on his face, prepared to leap in to the fray and take control of the situation. The mage just shrugged at that and took her leave.
Love was such a strange thing, beautiful at times but heartbreaking at others. Would she say that she was in love with Valara? Perhaps but it was difficult to tell. Their bond was so complicated that it was difficult to figure out just what the relationship between them was. A question for another time though and with another job completed, she once more vanished in to the darkness of the night. Her reputation was growing by the day and she could feel that her powers were as well. She had come so far so quickly but Sarisha had no intention of slowing down. There was so much more to do, so much more.