- Lilith sensed something was wrong as she walked through the door, into the dining hall. She had just come back from finishing a job for a client. Her victim barely had any time to react before she thrusted her dagger into the side of his neck. The memory makes her smile, remembering the feeling of his hot blood flowing onto her hand. She made sure to leave no traces of her, except for the body, which she needed for evidence.
- There were five people in the room, not counting Lilith, she knew that immediately. Four were sitting at the big table, but the fifth was hiding in the shadows behind her. The fire was going in the fireplace, which was strange, since it is the middle of summer.
- She placed a hand near her dagger, prepared for anything that may happen. "You summoned me?" She asks a gray haired woman sitting across from her, sipping wine from a silver goblet. Lilith was wearing her usual outfit, a black tunic with majestic gold embroidery, mask, and hood, which she had just enough time to change into, and put her hair into a few braids. She would look like every other person if it weren't for her belt of impressive daggers.
- But, it was her immense beauty that shocked most of her victims, with her long mahogany brown hair, button nose, and ice blue eyes with specks of green. With every one of her victims, Lilith always takes off her mask just before they die, so they can see that a young girl was the one that violently killed them. The look of anger on their face always pleased her. They were the only people in the world that knew what Lilith looks like, and they're dead. Not even her own master knows what she looks like. And she wants to keep it that way.
- "Yes." The old woman sighs. The old woman was her master, Minerva Craovin, the greatest torturer and assassin in Timeston, and who just happens to own the assassins guild Lilith is in. Everyone wants her dead, but no one can touch her without being tortured and killed themselves. Minerva has personally been training her for the last nine years, since Lilith was ten. She sees Minerva almost like a mother, and she knows she sees her as some sort of daughter. Or at least she hoped.
- "Hm, how do I put this simply- You are being..... removed from the guild." Minerva says casually, picking up a piece of paper in front of her. Lilith stiffens in her seat, and takes a deep breath. "Removed? For what?" She asks sternly, trying not to sound too confused. Minerva stands up, handing the piece of paper to the young man next to her. Lilith knew the man, for she practically grew up with him. His name is Kylo Craovin, Minerva's son. Lilith never liked him, and she knew he hated her. But it's not like she cared, he always came in second behind her, so why should she?
- Minerva walks over to her, and looks down at Lilith. The look that she gave her will haunt her forever. "You are useless to me now." She hissed, her face morphing into frown. She broke out in a cold sweat. Useless. She hasn't heard that word since she left her mother. Her mother used that word to define her. Bad memories quickly started to flood her mind before she could stop them. "There is no use for you anymore, besides, my son," She says, pointing to Kylo. "... needs a chance to climb up. And you won't let him." She spat at Lilith, making terrifying eye contact.
- Any care that she had toward Minerva faded in an instant. Her eyes darkened as she quickly processed what happened. Lilith swiftly stands up, and whips around to face her. "So you are getting rid of me because I'm too good at what I do, and your son is jealous of it?" She fumed, her hand racing to her daggers before she realized it. Minerva notices right away and sighs again, her head dropping. She shoulders started shaking, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that Minerva was laughing.
- "Don't." She says, a smile appearing on her face but quickly dropping. "You will lose." She glares, lifting her hand and signaling to the man in the shadows. He comes out of the shadows, holding his sword up. "Oh?" Lilith smirks underneath her mask. "You still underestimate me even after all these years? Even after you were the one that personally trained me?" At least she would kind of have the element of surprise. With shocking speed, she has a dagger flying from her hand, and she watches it as its finds its home in the mans chest.
- The man crumples over, and he spurts blood out of his mouth. His sword falls to the ground, and he pulls the dagger out of his chest. "Bitc-" He attempts to say, but is interrupted by a dagger in his mouth. Blood sprays everywhere, from his chest, from his face. "Sorry about the carpet." She smiles underneath her mask, facing Minerva. Lilith hears the man's body thump to the ground behind her. Minerva lunges for Lilith angrily, but she easily moves to the side. Kylo races around the table to her, shoving chairs out of his way.
- Minerva collides with a chair, and Lilith easily meets Kylo with the pommel of a dagger in the back of his head, knocking him out, his body hitting the ground with a thump. "That's why you're always second." She growled at him. Minerva is at Lilith in an instant, her sword drawn. When she notices Kylo on the ground, her face turns purple with fury. "You are done for little girl." She says, sheathing her sword.
- Minerva's eyes are suddenly glowing red, almost like a fire. "What the hell?" She stammers, stumbling backwards, watching the flames from the fire, go her hands. Minerva's hands were engulfed, and Lilith gasped, for the first time in a long time, afraid. "I'm sorry it had to come to this." She says, holding her hands up at her.
- Heat suddenly surrounded her, and the dagger in her hand became quickly too hot to touch. She dropped to the ground, trying to extinguish the flames upon her, trying to stop the pain of her skin burning off. Smoke flooded into her nose and mouth, suffocating her. The world started spinning, and the last thing she saw was Minerva standing over her, her hands enflamed, starring at her, as the world around her went dark.