The 8th holy grail war is about to begin as the magi summon their servants.
Y/N Songbird a 21 year old blonde female whose long hair goes to her shoulders in a ponytail.
When she was younger she walked upon a group of males harassing a female who w...
A/N Hope you all are ready for the most silent and deadly cute serial killer you have ever seen. Make sure to play the song below on repeat you won't regret the feeling as you enter the man's shoes within the chapter and feel what he is feeling.
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Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The smell of terror upon the running man was so palpable it was almost visible. The constant clicking and clacking of shoes upon brick as his soon to be killer slowly, methodically, followed his path.
The alleys that the man found himself trapped within showed little cracks like a maze that closed before his eyes. The man eyes wide with fear as he sensed the end was near as his sense of hope began to fade as the clacking got closer and closer until the man ran upon a apartment building knocking with all his might to the locked doors the moon above lighting where he stood.
Cruel fate is about to deal his hand as the clacking came to a halt behind him. Slowly the man stopped beating the door to face his pursuer. A young girl no more than 12 with pink and brown hair stood a cruel smile upon her face a umbrella within her hands. An unusual weapon of choice until the moonlight caught upon a small opening where the umbrella handle connected with the gleam of steel.
The man cried out with all his might for the help that would never arrive for him as the moon seemed to laugh as it cast its light upon the grisly scene of the blood upon the ground from the man's raw hands from pounding upon the door as the girl plunged the blade into the man's skull ending his life as the blood pooling from his head mixed with his hands as the smile of cruelty the last image burned upon retinas.
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Brown and pinkish hued eyes stood deep in thought upon the day that she finally took her first life. One of many. Now about 17 the girl has succeeded in taking about 40 to 50 lives without being caught. No witness lived to tell the tale of her exploits. The cops at a loss as these murders happened in the night in public places where people had been not minutes before.
The only thing this now young women wanted more than anything was the ability to speak. To be able to torture them with her speech as well as her hidden blade.
Normally a summoning ritual would require spoken words however the use of sacrifices can appease the grail or so she was told by her informant in the Britannia Clock tower.
The young women poured the blood into a small star of david before siphoning more from the nearby bodies she kept just to summon the servant.
The star began to smoke with dark red vapor going into the air the sight of a silver haired young women within the circle a golden bow within her hand. A quiver of golden shafted arrows upon her back. Her eyes latched upon her summoner's a smile of interest upon her face as the command seals took the image of two crescent moons within a full moon.
