When Aldrec reached Mors, they both walked into the alleyway next to the blacksmiths. Glancing over his shoulder, looking into the cart, Mors revealed a cold smile. "Have any trouble?"

Aldrec glared at Mors. "If you mean loading a dead body into a cart and infusing its long-still bloodstream with traces of a highly addictive, illegal substance that I was forced to make no trouble... then none at all."

"Good, leave the cart by the door and stick to the plan. Return before the sun rises." Said Mors as he grabbed a pillow case containing night guard's armour from the back of the cart and knocked on the blacksmith's back door.

Sighing, Aldrec dropped the cart and returned the way he came, a distressed look etched onto his face. "Forget demon; you truly are a devil."

==== A few streets away ====

Running through the streets, a young woman was carrying a large loaf of bread and a brown bag full of groceries as she hurried home. -"Fathers going to be mad, I knew staying for one more cake would be trouble. Damn Jenny, next time I see her I am going to pull her ears off."

She turned the corner and nearly bumped into a gloomy looking man and abruptly began apologising. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

Lost in his old world, the man lazily raised his hand before continuing to walk round the corner and out of sight, mumbling to himself.

Feeling slightly sorry for the man, the young woman continued her dash before skidding to a halt in front of her home. -"Tsk, I am going to have to oil that sign again, I swear it gets noisier every year."

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she quickly walked down the alley, ignoring the cart left outside and entered her father's house by the side door.

The look of shock and disbelief was plastered on her father's face, contorted in terror as he lifelessly stared up at the ceiling. A large gaping hole in his chest oozed blood that ran down the sides, forming a puddle.

Her older brother, wearing a similar expression, was pinned to a wooden pillar, a sword hilt sticking out of his forehead.

"..." Her brain, refusing to accept what she was seeing jarred as the woman took a step forward, time seeming to crawl to a halt.

Feeling a vague sense of pressure on the right side of her face, the woman's vision slowly drifted sideways as strands of her hair fluttering into her field of vision.

*SPLAT*

Mors' hand was pressed against the now bloody doorframe as fragments of bone and brain matter splattered across the room and the guard's clothes he was once again wearing. The mostly headless corpse of the woman crumpling on the floor. "That makes three."

Reaching down, Mors grabbed her limp arm and dragged her into the room before removing her and her brother's core, placing them into a sack.

Stepping outside for a moment and taking a deep breath, Mors returned with the large bundle from the cart, slung over his shoulder. Haphazardly throwing it to the ground, Mors looked around the small room, littered in armour and weaponry. "I'll collect what I need after I have finished with the others."

Peeking out the door, Mors made sure no one was looking as he stepped out and headed towards the opposite side of the alley from which he entered.

When he reached the exit, he gazed up and down the street that he had spent hours scouting earlier and let out a sigh. -"It's going to be a long night."

Starting with an enchanter's workshop at the far end of the shopping district, Mors silently entered the shops one by one, killing the occupants and collecting what he needed. The only time he paused, was when a patrol would pass through the street. However, as nothing looked out of the ordinary, they left without really looking around.

A long time after Mors started, a warm orange glow could be seen on the horizon as he loaded the last sack onto the cart.

Appearing at the end of the alley and shuffling towards him, Aldrec looked like he hadn't slept the entire night. "I don't suppose you had a change of heart?"

"It's done, now take the cart and get out of here, The bag's on top are full of herbs and such, so if you're stopped, let them look at them." Coldly said Mors, his face completely unreadable.

"My reputation in this part of the city is pretty high... I doubt I will be checked." Nodding his head Aldrec, picked up the support and began dragging the cart away, giving a quick look over his shoulder towards Mors. "It seems even demons can have regrets."

Waiting until the cart had disappeared out of sight, Mors entered the blacksmiths and took the guard, who he killed when he first left the sewer's body out of the sack and dressed him, in his now bloody armour before changing back into Aldrec's clothing.

Stabbing the body with a short sword, Mors carried it and three pillowcases full of gold, silver and other expensive items to the corner of the blacksmiths while splashing a large container of blood sporadically onto the floor.

Placing the guard's hand in what was left of the container, Mors places it on the wall creating a bloody hand print, sliding down to where he dropped the body before covering it in the rest of the blood.

Mors pulled a small red stone out of his pocket, crushing it as he closed his eyes. -"This better work."

Inside every shop that Mors visited, small bundles erupted into an intense flame, which began hungrily devouring them.

Smoke started drifting from under the blacksmith's door as Mors stepped out onto the still dark street and walked away, releasing a sinister chuckle. -"It should take them a day or two to piece together what really happened and by that time, it will be too late."