Lady execution Levi Ackerman x OC (ENG) 18+

Book number I. *Lady Execution* Theia Smith x Levi Ackerman - Chapter I.

There's a lot of heroes in books. People like to idealize every situation and read about extraordinary people. So often with supernatural abilities, someone who appears at the last moment of despair, defeating the enemy without much effort, sometimes only with the glorious idea of ​​protecting friends. With inborn abilities, perfect, charismatic, great figure, funny, flawless... yeah... flawless. They would never make a bad decision and every enemy falls to the ground by huge applause of the not so perfect ones. Well, heroes in my world? They often don't live long enough. They have fears, many bad qualities, doubt almost everything and regret almost every decision. They mainly regret the fact they got to the position of "hero" at all. They sit in the darkness, alone, hoping for the next morning, waking up and that great hero from the books will suddenly appear so they could finally close their tired eyes.

"Theia, you are proof that there is still light in this world, . . ."

Trost District August 4, 843

Loud laughter and the smell of alcohol filled the small hotel on the edge of town.

"Honey you're so funny," the man with a nasty figure chuckled and drank from the bottle. He didn't even bother pouring it into the glass anymore.

"Do you mind starting a new game?" Slight glimmer of emerald eyes focused for a moment at the cards, which she shuffled between her thin fingers for the next game.

"Of course!" Old man exclaimed in anticipation and leaned to his well paid companion for the night. His fat fingers reached her hand. She can feel exactly his smell, the way he was sweating like a filthy pig. "I come here quite often, but I've never been serviced by a girl as fun as you. And not just fun..." Now, he moved to her thigh, obviously not ashamed of any of his actions. Why should he be? He paid, she served. Of course. That's like that. In places like this disgusting world.

Female smiled.

"The best for our customers," she taunted, placing cards on the table and leaned over to the man. "You have many experiences with young girls, don't you?" She asked him nonchalantly and he licked his greasy lips.

"Those dirty slaves don't even reach your heels," this really should be a compliment? Woman just smiled. Again. Now she leaned even closer to him, enough to smell his nasty odor.

"Where are they?" She whispered in his ear. Her tone changed, the expression of man too.

"Who?" He managed to ask before he felt the sharpness of the blade on his neck.

"I asked," cold sweat covered his skin as he gritted his teeth knowing well that he jumped right to the trap. "Where are those girls?" Her icy-cold voice, so different from that sweet one, she used on him all night, cut the air somehow more than the dagger she was holding to his thick neck.

"You filthy..." he hissed in pain as she pressed the knife against his skin where a thin gash had formed and dark red blood started to rush down the silver blade.

"I'm asking for the last time, and if I don't get a satisfying answer, I'll make sure somebody fills the sausages with your fat," she informed him coldly.

"There is a building with animal waste next to the dump in the eastern part of the city. But you'll never get there alive..." Nasty geezer snapped in the moment his grey eyes focused on some point in front of him. Someone can tell that moment is the time where we can recall our whole life. Maybe it was that, maybe it was just blank staring before life disappeared from his gaze his lifeless body fell to the ground, which was quickly covered in a pool of warm blood. The lady cleaned her knife and stepped over the corpse. She reached for her glass, drinking all remains of alcohol, checking slightly the cards left on the table.