The Deal

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Blood spilled through the room as the sword pierce the flesh of the mage.

Lillian stood emotionless holding her sword, while Tarok was looking to her surprised.

"Strange, you do rather break the door in than knock, you hesitated for a moment before attack me, and now instead of slice and pierce me to pieces you are just there..." - murmured him.

"Why... why you don't even striked back... What you really want here trickster..." - asked her dispirited.

"I said before, I just want to live in peace, rest." - answered Tarok with the blade on the chest.

"You... you broke the deal... you left the mansion... but... you saved the girl..." - said Lillian holding the blade.

Dispirited, Lillian get the sword out of his chest, and thrown her on the floor.

"Why? Why you saved her?" - asked Lillian with the head down.

Taro stand up, the blood soon gets dry and disappears from his clothes. With a deep breath, he answer.

"Because I must Lillian..."

"You... must?" - murmured her with a deep feeling from her hearth.

"This is so... familiar..."- said her while looking to the ceiling. Like she was praying.

Tarok saw the girl reaction and continued.

"And you Lillian? Why you hunt creatures?"

Lillian fall off on knees, answering nervously.

"I hunt because all my life, all my happiness, all I had, my family, was destroyed because of that kind, I give my life to destroy your kind, all of them that I get my blades on!"

Tarok thrown her sword to her side.

"That made your family come back?"- said him with a grim look at her.

Lillian punches the floor within rage.

"You bastard!" - said her trying to catch her sword, but it wasn't there anymore.

She turns to see the mage but finds no one was there, she finds herself alone on the dark mansion hall.

She punches the floor again, her hand starts to bleed with the force, and she screams.

A strange light runs the floor, and reach her hands... slowly regenerates her injuries.

Lillian fall on the floor again, looking to her hands, now untouched.

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