Heroes & Legends: Genesis

The Bloodstreaks

The Silver City was clean, the buildings were tall, the streets were narrow and the people were unfriendly. What a time to be alive. Collin Sinclair and Reven Eyle were partnered for this mission and we're determined to soak the clean streets of cobblestone in a coat of red blood... If that's what this mission required, that is.

Reven had always been a penniless youth up until a hand was extended to him by The Bloodstreaks, an infamous assassins' organisation that very little was known of. He had strolled through far too many streets searching for targets and eliminating them with relative ease.

"Live by the sword, die by the sword," said Collin as their two cloaked figures walked through the streets of the Silver City of Cobellus Hold, the capital Hold of Imperia, the most dominant Kingdom of them all.

"Sinclair, I have no intention of going out that way," Reven responded.

"Well, I myself am never going to die. I'm a God, lad!"

"A fourth Supreme Deity? Highly unlikely," Reven said with a chuckle.

"What are we doing in here, anyway? Cubellos doesn't even give twelve contracts a year."

"That's because they choose to get their own hands dirty."

"You know," began Collin as he bit into a freshly picked apple. "We haven't seen each other in ages. How are things? Last I saw you, you were barely up to my chest."

"And last I saw you, your cock was in the mouth of one of the serving wenches at your uncle's tavern."

"Good times, hey?"

The two young men laughed as they treaded on through the city, only for Collin to end up ramming into a tan, light-skinned and dark haired young lad carrying a travel sack over his shoulder.

"Hey, you bastard, watch your step!" The boy snapped.

Collin smiled as he looked down on the young man recovering from the earlier stagger just moments ago.

"Do I look like something you'd like to have an altercation with?" Collin asked with bad intent exuding from his voice.

"Hey, focus," said Reven, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're here to find our next bag of coins, not some street roamer."

"Hey, I'm no street roamer," began the young man.

However, before he could say anything else, the two cloaked figures had already taken off in search of whichever person they were seeking.

The smell of fish and fresh bread rolls wafted through the marketplace. Reven had no liking for fish but ate it regardless, mostly due to his large appetite.

"Okay, we're supposed to be meeting Santino Moralez, supposedly an immigrant. He works for The Cubellos Bloodstreaks and is supposed to inform us of the next target."

"Santino? That's a stupid name," scoffed Collin.

"Hey, don't take your anger out on him... rather go smash some bard's head in instead, hmm?"

The pair made a stop at the doorstep of a rundown shack of a home, unsuited for human living.

"This place is disgusting," said Collin as he pushed the moulding door open.

The duo walked passed mouldy stacks of bread and unwashed laundry with a stench that corrupted the air, which was already corrupted to begin with. Decay was key to the rest of the stench.

Looking to the corner, Reven then said, "I never thought I'd ever see two rats making love with no desire to scatter or even stop at the sight of a human."