The woman sits at a table reading a tome by the feeble light of a singe candle unaware of the death that lurks in the shadows. That someone decided this woman must die and is paying me handsomely to perform this task makes little difference to me. Granted...I would never turn down the coin, but it pales in comparison to watching the spark of life fade from the eyes of a victim. That split second when the spirit departs its mortal shell and flees to the waiting arms of the Maw is more precious than any amount of platinum can be; and to be the cause of that moment is both a privilege and an addiction...an addiction about to be satisfied.
I wait patiently in the darkness until I see her eyes grow heavy and her head start to nod as sleep creeps upon her. As silent as the grave she is about to occupy, I sneak up behind her. She is unaware of my presence until she feels the cold steel blade of my dagger press against the soft flesh her throat. My free hand reaches up to clamp her mouth closed to prevent any sound from escaping while a small tingling of magic flows through my fingertips. I feel her start to tremble as my reptilian senses pick up the sweet scent of fear.
I bring my lips close to her ear and whisper, "Death...is there anything more beautiful? For what IS death but the release of your spirit from its mortal bonds. Death is not final, it is merely a transition. You were once unfettered spirit until you were conceived by your parents. That spirit 'died' and transformed into an embryo. You lived protected in a world of warmth and liquid until you were born into the physical world. That embryo 'died' and became a living, breathing child. Now that child has grown and must face its next transition...a transition into the loving embrace of the Maw. Soon the fear will be gone and you will thank me for what is about to occur...a return to the unfettered spirit you once were. So again I ask, Death...is there anything more beautiful? Let me show you..."
The blade slides effortlessly and gracefully across her throat. I hold her gently, almost tenderly, as I gaze into her eyes and watch the spark of life depart its prison of flesh and bone. I smile and bow my head in gratitude for being allowed to witness that precious moment...
I am Kilro. I am...
Death
Subject: Kilro 
Mon Jan 21, 2008 8:03 am
