There was not a soul awake in Nouvalle. It was midnight, and the soft moonlight casted shadows all over the place. At the very end of the city stood an enormous building, displaying multiple floors and huge glass windows. It was a place where one couldn't just show up and barge in, so it was quite a sight to see a dark figure climbing up the building.
The person moved with agility, sneaking through the open window of the third floor. Carefully, the silhouette looked around, surveying their surroundings. In the middle of the room laid a beautiful woman on a bed, her blonde hair spread across the pillows. With the light of the moon hitting her sleeping figure, she looked like an angle, her soft skin glowed, pink lips softly parted as she breathed. The black figure almost felt pity as they looked at the woman, almost.
In slow but sure steps the silhouette advanced towards the bed, stopping at the right side. The atmosphere suddenly chilled as the metal of a dagger glinted. An arm reached out and placed the tip of the dagger on the woman's chest, in the silence of the night a whispered sentence was heard, and then it plunged.
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Anima
FanfictionAnima: from Latin animus "rational soul". One does not sell their soul to devil without expecting to give something in return. One does not sin expecting to go unpunished.
