𝔸𝕌𝕋ℍ𝕆ℝ'𝕊 ℕ𝕆𝕋𝔼: There is a prologue before chapter one but it didn't really convey the potential of the story so I thought I would send this to Bee. You can check out the prologue on my account if you want. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Thank you!
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𝕄𝕆𝕆ℕℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝔻
You swung the knife in your hand, whistling an off key tune while skipping through the dark alley.
It was extremely dark and the stars were almost invisible, not even a white speck to be seen in the ever-widening dark sky.
You kept your gaze on the figure in front of you, your eyes peering at your surroundings from under the hood of the cloak you wore.
The figure suddenly stopped, making you halt your steps too. It turned around hesitantly and you saw it's black eyes widen in fear as soon as you saw your form reflected in it's iris.
You smirked.
You expected it to be aware of your presence, especially because you were practically stomping your feet while walking. But when it didn't, you had no other option than actually start whistling.
You had to make it aware of you.
Why?
Because you liked the look on your victim's faces before death claimed them.
The hunt that took place after they knew they were in danger gave you a boost of adrenaline and the smell of fear reeking off of their body gave you pleasure.
Just like it did right now.
The figure turned on its heels and sprinted down the narrow street.
You threw your head back in laughter and swiftly placed the knife in its scabbard, pouncing on the roof of the house beside you.
You followed the figure with feline grace and jumped from rooftop to rooftop with near silent strides.
Your eyes glinted with amusement and thrill.
You could practically hear it's fast-paced heartbeats and heavy pants.
You could hear it's thoughts and the gods that it prayed to.
You almost cracked up at that.
You cocked your head to the side and exhaled. Not even a second passed and the figure stopped.
It backed away and stumbled on a stone, tripping over it and crashing on the gravel.
You supposed anyone would have wanted to get away from what the figure saw in front of it, though the fact that you had barely participated in a chase did disappoint you.
