Curse and it's Downfall

"There is no hero in this room, you have just as much blood on your hand that I have on mine.", she trailed off, as if talking to herself. "The only difference is that you pretend to care about the greater good they sold you."
His eyes were trained on her, as she made her way to the counter on the other side of the room.

"But I feel like we already had this conversations moons ago. So what if we went for something a tad bit new.. How about a drink?"

They said to always be wary of a snake but never did they mention its caretaker. It felt like the embodiment of all evil was displaying right before his eyes. So his answer, a whisper really, was all that logical.

"Sure."

An original story, setting in another universe, brought to you by yours truly: R.S.