The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

The Encounter

Their blood was warm and metallic, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating nature of my actions.

I drained them swiftly, their lives slipping away in agonized gasps.

Once their bodies went limp, I cast a spell to vanish their remains.

The corpses disintegrated into nothingness, leaving no trace of their vile actions behind.

I scanned the area, noticing the cameras positioned around the alley. With a flick of a wrist, I cast another spell, erasing all footage of the night's events.

The security feeds blinked and went dark, ensuring that no evidence of my intervention remained.

Satisfied that my tracks were covered, I slipped into the shadows, blending seamlessly with the darkness.

As I vanished from sight, I felt the weight of the night's actions settle on my shoulders.

I had acted decisively, protecting the innocent and erasing the stain of cruelty from the world.

But even as I disappeared into the night, I knew that the balance I maintained was delicate, and my presence in this city would not go unnoticed forever.

I woke up to the soft chime of my alarm, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow over the room.

I stretched, savouring the rare comfort of a good night's sleep. The city outside was already stirring, a blend of honking taxis and distant sirens becoming a familiar backdrop to my life.

Slipping out of bed, I walked over to my full-length mirror. With a simple wave of my hand, my clothing for the day began to materialize.

The process was always amusing, watching fabric and form coalesce into the perfect outfit, though it often felt like a game of chance. Today was no different.

The mirror reflected a series of options that shimmered into view-each ensemble a potential choice.

I sighed as I flicked through various looks: an elegant evening gown, a sharp business suit, and a few more casual outfits. None seemed quite right.

I needed something that struck the right balance between professionalism and modern fashion, something that would blend seamlessly into the mortal world while still allowing me to move with my usual grace.

After a moment's consideration, I settled on a look that felt just right: a short black skirt paired with a fitted blouse and sleek black heels.

I completed the ensemble with understated, elegant jewelry-simple but striking. I smiled at my reflection. Perfect.

"Ready for work," I murmured to myself, though the truth was, I didn't need to work in the traditional sense.

I could have easily cast a spell to secure an endless supply of wealth, but I chose to navigate the mortal world with a semblance of normalcy.

It was a way to stay grounded, to blend in, and to maintain the illusion of an ordinary life.

I glanced at the clock. Time was always an amusing construct to me, but today, it was important to adhere to its constraints.

As I prepared to leave my apartment, I cast a final, subtle spell to ensure that everything was in place: my belongings, the security of my home, and the brief illusion of normalcy that I liked to uphold.

Walking out the door, I descended into the lively hum of the city. The streets were already bustling with the usual morning crowd.

As I moved through the crowd, I felt the familiar rhythm of urban life-people hurrying to work, street vendors setting up their stalls, and the ever-present background noise of a city that never truly sleep