𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 - DreamNotFound

𝐂𝐡. 𝟏 ; 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

TW; mentions of manipulation!!
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How it is that someone goes about defining good and evil. Heroic and villainous. Morally right and morally wrong. Everyone has a varying answer to this everyday question, it's completely laced with controversy and disagreement.

Humans have formed their system of morals thus others are expected to follow those morals. However, not all do. Clay was one of those. Outcaste from society and viewed as a villain just because of his beliefs.

Honestly, ever since he could speak, his intellect and wit were noticeable. However, he never purposely showed it off to others. He preferred to keep his knowledge to himself, after all, knowledge is the best weapon a man can hold, right?

Clay didn’t understand either though. He believed humans were quite bizarre, even though he technically was one himself.

He had a ‘small’ god complex due to his intelligence, he believed he would bring this era to an end, any means necessary.

He had a strong hatred towards monarchies, he believed having the rulers all in the same bloodline was wrong. The world should be reigned by chaos with no rulers.

Clay never stuck to a specific moral system either, he was able to kill others without remorse no matter what though. The murder was a type of coping mechanism for him, of course, it wasn’t a good coping mechanism but it’s the only one that worked for him despite not having any type of trauma.

Clay never exactly had any attachment to anyone either, he had taught himself not to, they would leave at some point so there no reason to, they don’t help with anything either. However, others have stated it's just that he hasn't met the right person yet, which just sounds like pure stupidity to him.

The blonde wasn't really the heroic type. He wasn't going to help someone understand his ideals and morals. Others were blind to their troubles, why should he tell them his? Sometimes, the contents of your mind, no matter how wise and important could they be, are destined to stay in the gates of your own brain. He was fine with that, honestly, as he knew that they’d be deaf to his words and blind to his gestures, that’s how humans are. Everyone just wants more and more, they're filled with tremendous amounts of greed. It's just human nature

Clay found it disgusting.

Clay tried to avoid social interaction when possible, of course, it was needed at some points but if it wasn't needed he would avoid it. He always came off as a social type person despite that. He didn't have trouble talking to others either, he just didn't prefer it.

As he remained a mystery, he learned, well, humans.

He voluntarily studied others from afar for amusement. Watching every single reaction, how they coped, why they cried, how their minds worked.  That's how he learned to speak to others before meeting them thus, he had a certain charm due to knowing exactly what to talk about.

He treated others as science experiments instead of humans like little lab rats just waiting to be studied by the blonde. He twisted everything he learned to his advantage. Some would say he went down the wrong path, that he could've been so much more but in reality, he was aware that good and bad were never real.

Clay, with time, learned that he would need to take advantage of his intellect and what others were blind to. It's every man for himself after all.

Thus, he found the perfect job; an assassin.

He was ruthless and merciless to his assigned victims. He felt no regret when massacring his victims but only felt slight pleasure. The only time he was truly pleased with his kills is when it was someone of the upper class, such as royalty and nobles.

He was skilled at manipulating his victims, he never got attached to any either. He was stealthy enough to not even be seen half the time. Never breaking his mask, because there wasn’t anything under it, he’d never let it crack, no matter how hard his mental opponent would be.

He fit the job quite well.

He enjoyed gaining the victim's trust the most. Being able to mercilessly toy around with someone that you would get to betray and slaughter later. The surprise on their faces when he goes in for the kill was oddly satisfying.

He went by the name that most people feared, respected, hated hearing, and wanted to get a hold of was Clay. His victims have never seen his hidden face.

He always, when possible, had a white porcelain mask with a lopsided dark smile carved into the middle. Some say it's so the last thing people see is his smile while Clay would neither confirm nor deny that. He was able to keep his identity completely off the grid.

Clay hadn't been assigned a mission in about a week, until now. He had been assigned to watch over the prince of the Cyrille kingdom, Prince George. The Cyrille kingdom was known for its large events such as masquerades and dances. They were also known for light-themed architecture, the place looked like heaven on earth.

Tomorrow the kingdom was hosting a masquerade to celebrate the prince's birthday and that's where Clay would assassinate him, quickly and quietly. The masquerade was going to have royalty from other kingdoms as well so it would be highly exclusive to only the upper-class and royalty. Clay had done stuff like this before so sneaking into parties was no problem for him.

The masquerade could be easily pictured in his head, women with big frilly dresses and men in overly-priced suits. A small bar in the corner filled with expensive drinks with irresponsible drunk nobles. Clay had been to plenty of parties like that, he didn't expect much.