The Assassin's Smile

There are rumors. Of a death that strikes out of nowhere. Rumors of a war, fought in the shadows. But most feared are the rumors of a demon whose warriors not only fight in the shadow, but are shadows themselves. This demon became known as The Master of Shadows, and the legends of his wealth, ruthlessness and power spread and he became the most feared being throughout the land.
But there is someone, whose strength is unknown and who wishes to get his hand on the most dangerous thing in the kingdom. And men following the Master of Shadows are the only thing keeping them from their goal.


15. Arren

Arren sat quietly watching the rain. Keir had gone off to practice, so Arren was a bit bored. He decided to walk outside for a bit. He watched a few people walk around guarding the place. Arren pouted. Why was he bored? Arren hated boredom. So he decided to sneak out. Arren made his way towards the way out. Surely he would be able to sneak out, just for a little bit. He would be careful to be back before his master was. No one would know, and Arren wouldn’t be bored. Perfect.


Arren easily snuck out. His life on the street had contributed greatly to his ability to sneak past most people. Probably not his master, but most people. He made it out onto the streets quickly. When he thought back on his childhood, Arren liked to think of the house he was born in. Of his mother. But to be honest, he could barely make out her face in his mind anymore. He had spent by far the most of his childhood on the streets. But he chose to try and block those memories out. It was the only way he could get through the day.


Arren continued down the streets, getting stares from several people. Whether it was because of his revealing and colorful clothing, or his dark skin, he didn’t know. He didn’t care anyways. That could stare as much as they wanted. He actually kind of liked the staring. It made him the center of attention. Which was nice. It was nice being noticed. Arren wasn’t sure why he hated being ignored. He chose not to dwell on it and instead continued to the nearest bar. He walked into the almost broken down place and saw many men drinking. Arren chuckled. They looked incredibly stupid.


He made his way to the bar and ordered the strongest drink he could. He needed some distraction. All eyes were still on him. He winked to the female waitress and chuckled at her blushing. Arren didn’t care about love. It would only hurt him. Instead he chose to be the one in control. He loved the feeling of holding another person’s heart in his hands. Controlling them through false promises of love. It was even more fun to see people succumb to their lust and let him have all the control. Arren smiled kindly at the bartender. She blushed again and looked away.


Arren had never limited himself to women. He wasn’t religious, so he didn’t care about what was sinning. He did what he wanted to. Women were easier to control with feelings. Men were easier to control with lust. Of course this did change once in a while. He had met women who only succumbed to lust and men who first let go of their control when you got close to them. To others Arren may seem terrible, but what did they expect? After all he needed every weapon he could after growing up on the streets. 

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