Lucius

Introduction

I am Lucius, born for the sole reason of hired murder. I was born like all my peers, birthed and given a title. Not simply for hierarchy, but merely to be identified. Many others were not as blessed to receive a title with thought such as Lucius. They were given numbers to show expendability. However, I was given the name Lucius. Many elders said I had a gaze similar to a demon or reaper. The ability to see beyond sympathy and look in their eyes as they lay witness to their own demise. Yet, there would undoubtedly be no hindrance to the system of my instinct to kill with a mere contract.
What binds me to this act of habitual man slaughtering? Honor? No. Passion? Maybe. Loyalty? Yes.
While being raised I had no friends nor companions to help me see the joyous reprocutions of having aide. It was always me, my infravision and my natural awareness. Until I met a particular elf. He stood eye level with me and looked princely. Long silver hair that seemed to flow at shoulder length and had the physique that seemed remarkablely brawny. The oddity was, to differentiate us seemed improbable.we seemed as though we were twins, at that time the thought of relatives seemed foreign. Due to the nature of our guild. But later the issue was solved, and I was given a scar that ran from my forehead to my cheek. But the uncanny similarities were still present like appearance's , personality, he even had a name similar to mine "Malicious". We became friends, then later brother in arms.when we ran missions together it seemed as though we had telepathy, I knew his weaknesses and strengths and he knew mine. He would draw the attention of the target whilst being in a disguise, drawing the target in a pre-planned position and I would hit my mark with my short bow. Any close range battles he would deal with . While I take out stragglers from afar. We seemed invincible, it seemed as though we were bound by fate in itself.
This all changed shortly after once I met my wife, I was merely age 96. I believe 18 years of age in human appearance. In this drastic turn of event; I evolved to two new Lucius's. One ultimately plagued by sincerity and love. The other, a demon worse than any other. one so hell bent that, he or rather i would drink the blood of its enemies straight from the slaughtered victim. One so demonic that injuries seemed to entrance the new demonic Lucius. This new and evil Lucius only seemed to lurk and wait until the Lucius plagued by sincerity showed weakness in will.