Forced to Kill
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  • Reads 70
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jan 25, 2015
"I killed Carac, sir." I wait for a reply.
"Very good, Nyx. And as promised.." He hands me a pouch of gold, my pay of course. 
"What about your mission on Lord Althalos? What's his status?" He demands.
I look at him in shame. "Still alive, sir. I promise though, I will kill hi-" Pain seers the right side of my face. I hold back a yelp. 
"You were not to return until you killed both Carac and Lord Althalos." He grabs the pouch out of my hand. 
"I am very sorry sir, I will succeed this mission for you." I bow and walk away, infuriated. 
I will kill William Montague. 
He needs to die.
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