Writers POV:

Night had fallen fast upon the land. No more than an hour ago the sky was painted with hues of red, orange and pink, but all colour had faded leaving only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. The darkness was thick and even a torch won't lit your path, you could hardly see your arm length with the help of a torch. By this time of the night, the world had already fallen asleep. Only the chilly wind and she seems to be awake. She runs through the thick lairs of trees and bushes of the forest. The night was so quiet that you could hear the soft breeze blow but you won't hear her footsteps. She runs towards her destination in rhythm with the wind, as fast as the wind. Her pace is graceful, her pace is as soft as the wind, her presence is as true as the shadow, her existence is like that of a prey hiding in the forest away from the predator's eyes. No one can identify her even if she is there, even if she runs past you, you won't find her.

Gradually the number of trees began to decrease, and in a few moments, she reached an open place. Standing behind the bushes, she saw that the lights in front of the house were still on. She decided to wait there, hiding behind the bushes. She looked at her watch, again at the house, the lights are still on. She let out a deep breath, she sat leaning against the tree next to her. The forest was clear here, she could see the sky. The stars in the sky were nonexistent, as between us arose puffs of grey. Those balls of cotton seen during the day shifted into streams of grey the colour of ash and soot. They blanketed the sky, hiding the full moon in its full glory behind them. But the moon fought, oh how it fought to shine its light on the earth. But the clouds stretched over the sky, giving it a hazy ominous feel. It is going to rain soon. She looks down on the surface beneath her and looks back at the house. She can't afford to get drenched in the rain now. It will leave traces or her trail.

She looks back at the house and the lights are finally off indicating that everyone is finally asleep. She sits straight and pulls her black neck sleeve up covering her face sitting across the bridge of her nose, under her eyes.

She adjusts her gloves and her weapon around her waist belt and scans the area for any guards. She quickly comes out of the bush and runs toward the back of the house. She quickly jumps up grabbing the window seal on the first floor. She crawls up to the 3rd floor with elegance. She reached the window and found it was unlocked, she smirked to herself and entered the house silently. She swiftly lands on her legs in the lightly lit hallway and makes her way through there. There is a right turn at the end of the hallway. She was about to take the turn but she heard footsteps approaching her. She swiftly switches across the hallway so that her back is against the opposite wall. She keeps pressed against the wall till the footsteps come near her. She brings out the blade hidden under her wrist. As soon as the man turns into the hallway she strikes her blade through the man's neck without hesitation. And his body falls limp and was about to hit the floor, she immediately catches the body and leaves it on the floor without making any sound. She takes the right turn and finds a brown double door at the end of the hallway.

In no time she reaches the door, the door was locked from the inside as she expected. She moved her finger gently in front of the lock and it made a click sound indicating that it was unlocked. She smirks under her mask and turns the nob opening the doors. She moves into the shadow side of the room blending in with the shadows removing her existence and looks at her preys sleeping soundly in the comfortable king-size bed in the middle of the room.

"How oblivious are they to the fact that they are to die tonight," she thought to herself.

She sighs and moves towards the king-size bed, finding two equally beautiful man and woman sleeping soundly. She takes out her silver blade and swiftly slides it through the woman's neck, not giving her a chance to gasp for air. She passes away peacefully in her sleep.

She moves towards the man and she was about to slide her blade through his neck but he opens his eyes, his eyes held pain, anger and vengeance. He grasps her hand trying to twist it but her arm doesn't budge. He threw punches on her face but it didn't have any effect on her. He felt like he was punching a brick wall. She saw fear in his eyes and sensed fear radiating from him. She smirks under her mask and feeds on his fear like a hungry animal.

She turns and twists his hand that was holding hers, she hears a crack and the man cries out in pain. With a swift movement of her hands, the door behind shuts closed before the scream of agony can escape the room.

She lands a punch on his face and she hears the satisfying crack as his nose breaks and blood starts running out of his nose. When the smell of blood reaches her nose her eyes lit's up a bright yellow. She removes her mask showing her beautiful yet horrifying face to the man she is about to kill.

"Well, you're dying soon anyway. It would be a great loss if your blood gets wasted." As soon as she ends the sentence she bites down on his neck and he screams in agony, 'Ah music to my ears.' She thought.

She starts sucking out his blood, drinking every drop of it. Soon the man falls limp on his bed as all the blood from his body was sucked out and she licks her lips clean. She looks at the almost lifeless body of the man and puts her silver blade on his chest right over his heart,

"So long Alpha!"

And she stabs her blade on his heart spilling out the last few drops of blood his body was left with. She wipes to clean her silver blade on his tee-shirt and tucks it back in its case on her waist.

She pulls up her black neck sleeve and her black hood. She opens the balconies door and jumps out of the house landing smoothly and quietly on her legs. As her feet touch the earth, her toes are bathed in the newly bequeathed rain. It gurgles, bubbling as she takes off in an inhuman speed flowing with the rain, soothing in its coolness.

In the rain, there is a serenity, a sense of peace that offers to resonate with the peaceful elements of the soul. Running among those drops, she feels present in the moment, she feels free! She ran and ran, running was living for her, it was feeling the power to leave anytime she needed to, to escape the confines of walls and feel the open road. In time she hoped to run not away yet toward, not from a murder she did but for her home, for then she will have found sanctuary in her self and this world she thought. She wanted to run to feel, to feel the air and the earth, to feel the rain and absorb the hues of the daylight and the silent cool breeze of night. But she had to run to escape, to not get caught, to run for her life. In no time she was out of the pack land of the Alpha and Luna she just murdered. She stopped in front of a huge tree outside the pack land. She climbed up the tree swiftly and soon reached the top branch. She sat down there on the wet, cold tree branch. The rain had already stopped a while ago and the sky was clear. The sky was free from the blanket of dark cloud. The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth.

She leaned against the tree one leg up on the branch and the other was swinging in the air. She took down her black neck sleeve and her hood. Her hazel brown eyes were shining in the moonlight. She leaned her head backwards and felt the cool breeze touching her face. She closed her eyes and felt the breeze. The breeze came with that sense of balance, the wisdom to move yet at a steady calm pace.

She was tired and exhausted, she was running, killing, assassinating people straight for the past 4 days. She didn't get an ounce of sleep. With the cool breeze and the beautiful moon shining above her, she dozed off. She soon was awake by the sound of howling of the wolfs, it held a lot of pain and anger.

"It took them long enough." She thought. She could sense the wolfs running towards where she was. She was sure they couldn't trace her but it was her cue to leave.

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"Is he dead?" Said a cold stern voice that held authority and...darkness. He was like an evil shadow always lingering over her, never letting her leave out of his sight. He sat on his throne-like chair in dark. The huge room was dark, it's the only source of light was the moonlight perching through the tightly shut curtains that were covering the huge windows. It has been a few hours since she killed the Alpha and his Luna now it was time to report back.

"Yes, master!" She said in a low voice. She was sitting on the cold stone floor with her hands on her knees and held her head low in submission.

"Did he suffer?" He said with a sinister small smile on his lips. She didn't look at his face but she knew that tone. She could feel the sinister evil smile painted on his face.

"No master," she said in a low voice without any emotion blended in them. His eyes lit up red instantly. She knew what was to come. Even before she could blink a very painful blow from a silver whip hit her on the back and then another one. One after another blow kept hitting her. She sat there taking in every painful strike trying not to budge. But the strikes kept coming she tried holding in but soon she gave in fell on the floor and winced in pain. A small cry of agony left her mouth and his eyes lit up in satisfaction. He loved this game, she would try her hard not to give in and he would keep hitting her harder each time. This is the most satisfying game he has been playing for the past 400 years.

"Did I or did I not make it clear that I want him to suffer? Beg for death?" He lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He saw no emotion in her eyes, they were blankly looking at him. He let go of her chin and went back to his throne-like huge chair and sat down. She sat up in her previous position and held her head low in submission.

"When I say you make them suffer you do! Make them beg for death, you make them beg! Is that clear my little dog?!" He said in a cold, angry and stern voice.

"Yes, master." She said in a low voice.

"Now get out of my house you bitch."

She stood up holding her head down in submission bowed in front of him and left through the huge dark double doors.

The dark man sitting in the shadows was the example of the devil's right hand in the face of the earth. He was not the devil himself but she felt, knew and believed wholeheartedly that he was the devil himself. He was the devil lingering over her shoulders making her do everything he wanted and she hated. He was the devil accomplishing everything he wants through her. She doesn't get rewarded nor she gets praised by him if she does something right, he always finds out some flaws and punishes her brutally. She doesn't expect any reward nor any praise. She believes she does not deserve any of it, she does not even deserve to be alive. She has brutally killed, tortured over thousands of men and women in her 421 years of life time. After a decade of torture and training from the devil, she was let loose enough to do her deed for the devil. And now after 400 years of torture and killings, she doesn't feel anything anymore, except for the pain the devil bestows upon her. It is that pain that reminds her that she feels something, she is alive, she has an existence that is not entirely stone. It would not be entirely true if it is said that she doesn't feel anything except the pain the devil puts her through though, she feels ashamed of herself, she hates her existence, she hates the monster she is and she hates killing people she doesn't even know what their mistakes were. She tried hundreds of time to destroy the monster in herself, a huge deal of the time she spent trying to kill the devil himself but always seemed to fail. Nonetheless, she accepted her fate serving the devil. She accepted the name the world call's her. She is The Reaper! The assassin who they think of as the example of darkness. Who lives in the shadows, feeds from fear and kills whoever crosses her path, except they don't know she is a mere woman who is the definition of beauty and pain. Who works for the Devil!

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