Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"Ah, I like your words funny bone, read over this contract and sign it if you see no issue, again, I am a professional, don't listen to people saying that I am a lunatic who only lives for murder and bloodshed!

I am a pretty girl, and I have never bathed in blood, or hugged decapitated heads, and I have certainly never done a blood angel because I miss the snow!" she overshared as Loimos read over the very simple contract, which was written in blood, the undead was able to tell many things others may not have been capable of.

The blood she had written this contract with was her own, which wasn't surprising since every thing she was wearing, as well as the dagger she had swung around also contained traces of her blood, hair and flesh within them.

Whether it was an act of eccentricity without meaning, or if it was actually for practicability purposes was hard to tell.

Seeing nothing wrong with the contract, he signed it, obviously, it wasn't just a regular piece of parchment, it actually bound the two parties to fulfil their vows, The Death Dealer was positively excited at the moment, how long had it been since she had gotten a job where she was directly supposed to go on a crazy slaughter?

If she went for the guards during the day, she would totally be allowed to slaughter every single pedestrian around.

"Cheers to the upcoming bloodbath! Let's start with my last target, what do you know?" she kicked her chair into the distance, shook Loimos's mushy hand and led the way outside, it was still dark, but still various lights peering through windows to the outside.

The undead asked her about the target in question, and The Death Dealer gave a detailed description, she hadn't skipped on her homework, the last mage on her list was a young man practising wind spells and apparently went around with a living proof of his crime, as he had some sort of wolf beastfolk as his familiar, and since it wasn't a beastfolk of the monstrous sort, it wasn't allowed in the least to have them as a familiar.

Life force going underground and then disappearing from the undead's senses weren't exactly common, it had only happened twice in Weafewand, and the first occurrence had been interrupted by the assassin, the second one however…

Leading her to the spot right above where the signature had gone invisible, with this knowledge, it didn't take long for The Death Dealer to discover the way in, with her expertise, she uncovered the secret hatch hidden right behind a potion shop.

"It's so much easier when you know where to look, don't you agree, huh, what's your name?" the assassin jumped in, going first in a rather tight tunnel, she realised that she hadn't bothered to ask who she was dealing with.

"Loimos"

"Nice name, people call me The Death Dealer, I don't know why, I don't fit the description, but they never listen when I tell them my name is Maliah, it's cute though, much more fitting for an adorable girl like me, who has never done no wrong! Maybe it's because I always killed them afterward" with a shrug, she kicked open a measly wooden door, shattering the flimsy thing to pieces.

The mage inside the room was startled, dropping what he was doing instantly as he jumped back like a frightened cat.

What he had been doing was his familiar, indeed not much of a beast this beastfolk was, more of a folk really.

"Kill her!" ordering his ordered bed companion without any hesitation, the mage moved to place himself behind his familiar whilst charging up a spell, Maliah evaded the leaping wolf-person, letting her crash behind.

Casually walking toward the mage with off-putting speed, she deflected a slash of wind right back at the mage, who managed to call off his spell before it hit him in the face, lengthening his life by a few seconds before the thin blade went through the bottom of his chin and up through the top of his skull.

His swift disposal broke the link between him and his familiar, who thus dropped the intention of fighting on his behalf and instead tried to escape, bumping right into Loimos, the passageway was much too narrow for her to go by the undead, instead trying to grab him by his left arm to pin him against the wall and make way for her, the mushy sensation of his arm threw her off for quick moment, but not as much as the fact that countless bone spikes suddenly bursted from his forearm, multiple of those piercing her right in the face.

Loimos had deliberately put his left arm forward, but in this situation, the former familiar hadn't stopped to analyse his movements and rushed right into a trap.

"Oh boy, we finished this quick! So we can get to the mass-slaughter, as per the contract obviously" Loimos first worked to decompose everything possible and suggested that they waited some time, since the populace was on high alert, and Loimos always preferred to have some element of surprise even if there was no doubt that it would work out well with Maliah aiding him.

"Shucks"

"Do you still have money? I got hungry again"

"I do not"

She put her hands on her hips, now standing amidst a completely barren room, the musk of recent coitus still hanging in the air, thankfully, the pleasant stench of blood and death was stronger.

The Death Dealer always felt serene in such an ambiance, but with Loimos standing there, perfectly still since there was no need to feint signs of life, it was a bit hard to relax.

"Say, who's the lucky girl?" she pointed at the bloody kiss imprint on his mask. Stay connected through empire

"A vampire"

"Wait, it's actually directed at you? I thought you had just stolen the mask as is, you dirty bone sack, you're actually a player! You go around looking like the deadest of the dead, but you don't hesitate to try and score at every occasion, heh?"

Her words bore no effect, much to her displeasure, Loimos was an awful conversation partner, anytime he said something humorous, it was purely accidental and unintended, he was like those people that only spoke of work all day long, except that his job was eradication of life.

"May I inquire on how you forge your arms and equipment?" though, the similarity in what he had been attempting for a while and the apparent way Maliah created her belongings was hard to miss, he could learn something useful from her, surely.