The Blood Heir

Chapter One: The Assasin

     Come on. Come on. Come on... She had been sitting on this cursed rooftop of Kelyon's most infamous whorehouse for countless hours, and not one soul had entered or left yet while she had been there. She sighed and adjusted her sitting position, the cramps in her calves subsiding a bit, but not completely. The sun glared down on her. Her black suit burned against her skin and she adjusted the tan colored sheet she had brought with her. But it did little against heat that seemed to pound down on her. She heard a small scraping sound behind her. She waited a whole two seconds before turning around and glaring at the person who decided to sneak up on her. Not that he really could, she definitely heard him. And she definitely knew exactly who it was before she turned. But she let him have the satisfaction of thinking he outsmarted her. "You make too much noise, woman." He hissed at her. His shadow slightly blocked out the sun, but only brought slight relief. She was sweating profusely and everywhere. She rolled her eyes in response. "Come on! You're THE famous Seraphim!" he said, like it meant something to her. "And?" She asked, hoping he would shut his trap so she could continue on her hunt. If she missed anything that happened while he was trying to tell her how to do her job, she would kill him. "What do you mean, and? You're known all over the kingdom of Keylon! And even past it's walls! You are famous on every continent! You are feared on every continent! People cower in the presence of only your name! AND you're too loud! I don't know how you haven't been caught or killed already!" She stood and slapped him. The tips of her fingers stung ever so slightlyfrom hitting the mask he wore to cover the top part of his face. "You're the one basically screaming, Shadow!" She angrily whispered. He cradled his own cheek and glared up at her. "This is my target. Not yours. So shut up or leave! Before we are found and captured!" Shadow clamped his mouth shut immediately. He knew the risks just as well as she did. 

     They sat in silence for no longer than five minutes when someone spoke. "So they sent two arguing children to kill Salazar this time." They both swung around to face the voice who had called them out. Her blood fizzed in her veins as she kept from killing both of them right then and there. Shadow had given her away, and in the process of her cursing at him instead of focusing on the task at hand, had allowed someone to come up behind them. And she hadn't known until he spoke. "No. They sent an assassin, and this," She motions to Shadow, "decided to compromise me." Shadow hissed underneath his hood. The man just chucked. "Well, the good news is that I don't have to kill children. The bad news is that you two will never live to tell." Her eye twitched beneath her mask and sweat dripped off of her nose. Shadow doubled over in laughter. Which obviously only irritated the man. To her amusement, he started to grab the dagger on his belt. She smiled and flicked her wrists, blades sliding out of the hidden compartment in her suit. The wings engraved on the blades gave her away immediately. The man blanched. "Y-You're the...." Her mouth twitched into a smirk as the blade fell from his hand and clattered onto the rooftop. "Here's the deal, I'll give you a five second head start. Ready? Go!" He froze in place and she sighed. She twitched forward just slightly and he started running across the rooftop, sliding down one of the buildings drainpipes. She waited her five seconds, just like she said she would, and decided to give him five more. Shadow patted her shoulder and gave her a knowing smile before gracefully jumping down, making no sound. She saw no more of him after he vanished off the edge of the roof. She examined one of her daggers, picking a bit of dried blood out of the engravings on the blade. She then pulled her necklace out of her suit and toyed with it. The ruby in the center shined brilliantly against the gold in the sunlight. The smirk on her face ceased to exist as she realized it had, in fact, been fifteen seconds. She started into a full sprint. Easily finding the man with the trail of destruction that he left. Knocked over trash cans and broken pots followed him down the road and alleyway. There were also people murmuring about one of Salazar's guards running for his life. He was obviously not very bright. She only shook her head as she stealthily leaped from rooftop to rooftop, lightly stepping to make her footsteps silent on the terra-cotta panels. She found him trying to get over a wall. Climbing pathetically, nonetheless. One would expect more from the guard of Kelyon's most infamous crime-lord. But there he was, unsuccessfully trying to scramble over the wall. And making an ungodly amount of noise doing so. He didn't even hear her approach because of all of the sound he was causing. His feet scraped up and down the wall, exerting his energy. His breaths were labored and uneven. The focus he had on his mission to get over the wall had him so distracted didn't hear her unsheathe her sword, Elora. And it was a fatal mistake.