Full Name: Amelie Zagurian

Nicknames: Ames, Mel, The Tempest.

Gender: Female

Age: Physically:- Twenty-Four. Chronologically:- Pick a lifetime.

Birthday: November 21

Race: Fallacian/Baylencian.

Species: Chaotic Storm Witch. Partially Demonic.

Occupation: Assassin. Black Division Coordinator for New Order.

Titles: High Priestess of The Dark. Co-Head of The Zagurian Family.

Orientation: Straight

 

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Height: 5'6

Figure: Slender.

Eyes: Midnight Azure. Dark Like The Ocean at Midnight.

Hair: Blonde.

Skin Tone: Creamy Complexion.

Tattoos: None as of yet.....

Scars: Some. Her arms are littered with crisscrossed scars and she has one notable scar across her left side. Usually hides them with a glamour, making her appear flawless.

 



˜”*°•.˜”*°• Past  •°*”˜.•°*”˜

All stories have a beginning, a middle and an end, and mine is no different, it's just that some stories well, some stories carry on after they end. Because some stories reset and start all over again. But why don't we start at the beginning yeah? My birth took place in a strange realm, one where dreams could become a reality if only you knew where to look, how to believe, that realm is known by the name Fallacy, perhaps if you visit it you may understand why. I was born to Irys Night after her rather brief relationship with my father Lexi Zagurian, who she'd been completely in love with, everyone makes mistakes and he was hers, they were together only briefly but in that time he'd made her feel like she was special, he was a master maniplulator like that, when I was only four years old he stole me away from her taking me to the human world where he raised me alongside my three older brothers, out of them all I grew closest to Michael, who at the start had avoided me as if I were the plague but finally came around, we became incredibly close and if I'm honest he's probably the only reason I survived our father's harsh treatment at all. 

You see daddy dearest didn't take me away out of any special love for me, nope, he didn't love any of his children. He didn't even love his wife enough not to cheat on her. What he wanted out of us was more power, he wanted weapons and I being the strange hybrid I was intrigued him. What kind of powers would I reveal? Would I be powerful? I'm afraid it would be a long time before he ever found out. You see no matter how many times he beat me, terrified me, left scars littered all over my young body. I revealed no powers. Did I even have any? For the longest time it would appear I'd been born powerless, until age eleven, almost twelve. When my second oldest brother irritated me to the point I lost my temper became so angry that I...lashed out at him with abilities I'd never known I had. All this time my power had just been waiting, dormant for the right trigger. My father had tried to use fear but he'd been wrong, that wasn't my trigger, anger was.  When driven to the point I wanted to lash out a dark rage had filled me, and with it came my rather unique abilities, a type of elemental force seized hold of me, I call it the storms essence. I'm a Storm Witch: a rare type of witch that can control not only the storms as a whole, but each individual aspect too. On the day I lashed out at Draven, wind came to me. I sent my asshole brother crashing into a wall and then I disappeared like particles on the wind.

And so starts a new chapter of my life, the part where I'd unknowningly returned to the realm of my birth, to Fallacy. I'd been given the chance to get to know my mother and her side of the family, which really only consisted of my endearing and yet completely insane Uncle and his daughter, whom was around the same age as me. It was nice but I'd really regretted leaving Michael behind and that sort of...put a dampener on my mood. Like a typical teenager by the time I was fourteen I wanted to explore, it was boring with nothing to do but sit around in the various rooms the large family estate sported all day every day, even I could only read so many of Uncle Baine's books. I'd already explored every inch of the realm, I was craving adventure something fierce so naturally I dragged my best friend Cyan Jay, the ice elemental I met the day I arrived out into the multiverse, exploring different worlds, I even made him come back to Earth with me. I was determined to find my brother, reuniting with Michael had become my ultimate goal. I wanted my family whole again and until he was a part of it, it simply wouldn't be.

One such expedition ended quite badly, I'd go as far as to say it was a complete disaster, talk about biting off more than I could chew. I'd managed to be attacked quite brutally, was just cast aside and left for dead. Wasn't dead though I quite possibly would have been if it weren't for the blood transfusion a kindly stranger gave me. This stranger...he saved me...and changed me. My savior was apparently a demon, a very old and very strange type of demon whom has the ability to make more of his kind through the trading of blood. The transfusion partly altered my genetics giving me the traits of a demon on top of everything else.

Here's where my story takes a bit of a dark twist, you see one night when Cyan and I were on our way back to the estate, we were attacked by a crazy woman. And I mean that literally, she was a complete psychopath. Yet I still tried to fight her off relying heavily on my demonic traits, not just my powers. Of course she still managed to kill me. I know what you're thinking, this is not the end of the story, we're still in the middle. My uncle, in his brief moment of lucidity performed some seriously dark magic to bring me back, the cost was a life for a life, Cyan traded his own for mine. Willingly. Unfortunately my uncle didn't read the fine print when casting his spell, because the damn thing wiped my memory and it would be...a long time before I'd piece it back together again. I'd later learn the woman's name was Nikani.

From there I took off to learn the assassins art, I was sick and tired of people dying for me, no fuck that, I would protect my loved ones. I trained under one of the best in the field and took to it surprisingly well considering I was only sixteen. It took very little time at all to make a reputation for myself as one of the most deadly killers to ever live, with a few minor quirks. I may be an assassin but I don't take hired contracts to off people. I kill to protect those I love from those who would seek to do them harm, and you usually have to be pretty irredeemably bad for me to decide killing you is the best course of action. I was sent on assignment to track down a group of rogue blood magic practitioners after only a few months of training, hey what can I say I'm a quick study. Cornering them in Greece of all places, on a deserted street in the middle of the fucking day. They were harrassing a young blonde girl when I jumped in and took care of the problem. That girl's name was Nikki, my sister-in-law, or soon to be at the time. Against all odds...I found my brother again without even remembering I had a brother. 

Many different things happened after this, I won't go into epically long details, it'll take too long. Keeping it brief, my family grew bigger, my brother and Nikki having kids of their own and also adopting a bunch. Then they abruptly disappeared, leaving me to take off and find my footing on a new world, one that's wartorn and chaotic half the time. I thought I'd be alone for the rest of my days but Michael returned, bringing with him the whole family. We settled into a new life, I was married, had kids of my own, got divorced, found new love, lost that new love just as fast. You could say I was cursed. Then I met Kyrell Giese, it's a strange relationship we have, sometimes I think we're more like friends even though we came to have a daughter together, Liliah. A daughter that would then be used against me in the cruellest of ways. To trick me into losing focus, losing my cool and ultimately getting myself killed.

Except for one small fact....Zagurian's reincarnate...

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Present- New Life •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Dying can be a pain in the butt, there's no question about that, but what would happen if you didn't know you'd died? If you couldn't remember ever being anyone other than who you are now? But if even who you are now didn't and doesn't feel right? That's my life right now. My name is Amelie, that's it, that's all I know. I had parents, at least I think they were my parents, they were human and I'm quite clearly not. They're also dead, died when I was sixteen, the same day I woke up bruised and bloodied on Hector's doorstep with no memory of how I'd gotten there...or how I could possibly have lost so much time. I live with Hector now, he feels familiar to me, so does his wife. It's really freaking strange it's like if I just try I know I could remember something.

I dream of her...every fucking night, same dream, the dark haired woman with eyes so much like mine dies. How or why I dream of her I honestly could not tell you. But I want to know...I feel like I need to or I will go completely mad. Is there someone out there who can help me?

My dreams finally led me to a place called Hellifyno, the tavern I'd been seeing when I wasn't dreaming of death, the Blue Moon tavern as the locals call it, is located there. I ran into a stranger who showed me where to find the place, the feeling of familiarity I got from the building and even Harry the bartender made me feel like I'd been there before but I knew I hadn't. It was the most disconcerting feeling to experience. People seemed to act like they knew me, one girl told me I was the woman she referred to as her aunt reborn, I refused to believe her, the whole idea was ludicrous so you'll imagine my surprise when I run into Michael, the man who turns out to be my brother and learn that everything the girl said is actually true. I am none other than Amelie Zagurian reborn. I've found my brother but everything else and everyone else is still a blur.

I'm starting to put the pieces of my life back together, it's slow going re-meeting your family, having to get to know them as if you were a stranger, fucked up if you ask me, oh that's right nobody bothered to ask me. I've recently been reintroduced to two of my nieces: Evelyn, who prefers to be called Eve and Elva who I'm told is one of the adoptees my brother and his wife took in, I was also introduced to baby Eden, Eve's little girl, my great-niece. Something about seeing that baby made me flinch and recoil deep inside, did I have a baby before my last life ended? Did something bad happen to her? I feel like I know but I don't want to let myself remember, because remembering hurts and I'll be damned if I fall apart. I know Isys knows, my alter-ego remembers everything, I'm sure of it, the hows and whys are the things I don't and can't explain.

Moving swiftly on, I'm told I have more nieces and nephews to meet, some adopted, some not, I think I've seen the younger ones around the house, but I'm unsure as to which are which, I won't know until they're pointed out to me by name, then I'll remember, I can't not, the gift or perhaps curse of having a photographic memory. I think the biggest shock will be being introduced to my kids, my fully grown kids, according to my brother's memories I have three and they'll all probably be older than I now am, gods rebirth is a mind fuck. Are there any other familiar faces I should know about? Dear lord is an ex-lover going to fall at my feet and confess undying love? I know I know, I'm being fucking ridiculous but how else am I supposed to survive this with my sanity intact?

I've recently learned the ones who killed me played a cruel trick, my baby daughter, whom I'd thought was dead, isn't. They used illusions and other such trickery to fool me into thinking they'd killed my child, lord only knows who's child the baby her father found actually was. When I find them. They'll pay with their damn lives. But first I have to find Lili. She's my priority and I'll look everywhere in the damn multiverse for my girl if I have to. Get in my way at your own peril.

 It took some time, quite a bit of it in fact. To the point at times I felt as if I wore blinkers like a damned horse, unable to focus upon anything but the goal, to find my daughter. But eventually I...we succeeded. Liliah is once again free and amongst family. What's my goal now? What purpose keeps me driven? Is it learning about my previously unknown past life, where I lived as a witch upon Asmiara. The life in which I saved a cougar cub that would later grow to become my magical familiar Anton. Or maybe the goal should be exploring this new found closeness with another witch and my counterpart in darkness, Bryceton Von. This is a new and different experience for me, feeling fond and close to two very different people. 


˜”*°•.˜”*°• F  a  m  i  l  y •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Michael Zagurian


Michael and Amelie had a rocky start to their relationship, she was brought home by their father at only four, Michael had just lost his mother. To him Amelie was a reminder of their father's infidelity and for awhile he hated her, tried his hardest to simply avoid her and managed to for two full years, until she was six and him eight. That was the day he came upon a group of their fathers followers picking on her and came to her rescue.

From then on the two developed quite a close bond, they had two elder brothers, Dal and Draven but neither were what you could consider good people. Having nobody else to look out for them, they began looking out for each other, keeping themselves sane. When Amelie escaped at age eleven (almost twelve) she'd thought she'd never see her favourite brother again, but luck was with her when she met a girl by the name of Nikki during one of her jobs on Earth, by becoming friends with Nikki she reunited with her brother, neither have been very far from the other since. When she moved to Hellifyno, Michael and his family followed, they've been there ever since.

Other Siblings:

Solitaire Zagurian

Goddrick Zagurian

Children:

Alea Zagurian

Zachary Zagurian

Kaia Skye Zagurian

Liliah Zagurian-Giese

Everleigh Paxton

Parents:

Irys Night.

Lexi Zagurian. (Deceased.)

Aunts/Uncles:

Baine Night.

In Laws:

 Nikki Xivaous-Zagurian

Nieces/Nephews:

Irena Stryder

Nelly Faolan

 Levi Zagurian

Eve Zagurian

Elva Zagurian

Camden Zagurian

 Aaron Zagurian

Warren Zagurian

Grand-Children/Great-Grand-Children:

 Lyall Silverhide-Zagurian  (Deceased)

Gregor Silverhide

Great-Nieces/Great-Nephews:

Clarissa Erica Bloodwalker.

 Trystan Stryder (Missing)

 Lyon Stryder

 Adair Zagurian

Lilou Zagurian

 Damien Zagurian

 Josephine Zagurian

Bellamy Zagurian

Kylar Faolan

Desmond Faolan

Eden Zagurian

Katerina Stryder


˜”*°•.˜”*°• M  a  g  i  c  a  l   S  k  i  l  l  s •°*”˜.•°*”˜


 Storm Magic - As a storm witch Amelie has the ability to create and harness the power of storms. This includes the several different aspects individually, such as wind, lightning and thunder, as well as the ability to manipulate a full blown storm. Usually Thunderstorms. Storm witches can also commune with the wind, which seems to almost speak to them, a handy talent to have when trying to track someone, or avoid being sneaked up on.

 Chaotic energy- While in her last life she didn't possess this, it had been overwritten with an ability to manipulate the darkness that was torn from her, another dormant ability that was within her blood as a Zagurian activated granting her the ability to form and manipulate chaotic energy; which for her takes on black and orange flames, crackling with lightning. When landing on a target, the flame eats away at the object or person like a flesh-eating virus. When the energy is used in a large attack, it can swallow the intended target whole. Unlike with her family however hers feels darker due to her lingering connection to The concept of Darkness.

Runic Magic/Spells - While not your traditional witch Amelie has a slight mastery over spoken spells but this is not her main magical strength, her talents lie in runic magic, the creation of magical symbols that have a specific purpose e.g. her runic butterfly spell or the "storage" rune.

 Telepathy - Ames is a Telepath, able to project thoughts and images into the minds of others. With family, especially her elder brother Michael this ability is stronger, almost effortless. Despite this ability or maybe because of it she has immensely good mental shielding, so good that should she sense someone attempting to connect to her mind without her permission as a defensive mechanism it causes what's called a "psychic lashout" rebounding the person not just mentally but physically too.

 Speed/Strength - These are two of the abilities that come from her partial demonic blood. Speed allows her to move faster than the eye can see, appearing as nothing more than a blur of pale blonde and black motion. Strength gives her the ability to do more damage to someone with a single hit than should be physically allowed by her size and stature. She could throw a person if she really wanted to using it but prefers not to since that can drain her of a lot of energy.

Heightened Senses (Hearing/Eyesight) - Another perk of her partial demonic blood would be the heightened senses, her hearing is so sharp she can hear things beyond the normal hearing range a person possesses, this means she detests loud noises with a passion, you don't have to shout to gain her attention since she could quite easily hear you whisper her name from miles away. Her eyesight is also sharper, though this she can adjust, sharpening it in situations such as near total darkness or when needing to see long distance or pick out details one might otherwise miss, rest of the time her eyesight is normal.

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Accessories:


An old style ring hanging on a vivid blue chain - The only thing left of Cyan the best friend.

A Snow Cat claw, which hangs from a black lace chain - A Memento from a Snow Cat Hunt.

A necklace of wooden carved beads with a circular pendant- Made and Gifted by Delphine.

A necklace, the chain a mix of silver and iron, the stone amber. Crafted to ward off attempted possessions. - Gifted by Leila.

A bracelet featuring a small wooden crafted rabbit - Made by Nelly.

A hand crafted dog tag featuring her name in Greek and those of her family, hanging from the same bracelet - Made by Irena.

A butterfly clip that at first glance looks simple but holds hidden within images of her family and closest friends - Gift from Michael.

Weapons:



White doves head hilted Sword: Aithollo. (Gaia blessed after the Void Zombie incident)

Black raven head hilted sword. (Opposite of Aithollo.)

Switchblade etched with a message in a secret code, gifted to her by her mentor.

Twin black Scimitars with red hilts (Curved blades.)

Two Saber Claw blades. (Gifted by Moyu)

An assortment of throwing knives/daggers.

Darts laced with a strong sleeping drug/venoms and toxins.

Vials of deadly substance. (e.g poison, venom or toxin.)

Other Stuff:

A Sketchbook (She likes to draw, it soothes the mind.)

A collection of miniature ice sculptures. (Makes them herself with Cyan's ring, which gives her access to his magic.)

˜”*°•.˜”*°• A  n  i  m  a  l  s •°*”˜.•°*”˜


Shade (Raven Familiar) - Like every other Zagurian Amelie has a familiar, an animal which is close to her, connected in a bond of sorts. These familiars are usually very well suited to their companion. Amelie's familiar is a raven named Shade, probably one of the most disobedient birds she's ever known but he's been with her though a lot and though she complains she probably wouldn't change him for the world.

Oroan (Baylencian Lion) -
Native creature of Baylence, Oroan is a fiercely protective friend to the assassin, always there when she needs him and always willing to rip people apart for her. He doesn't share the same bond with her as Shade, her familiar but loves her all the same.

Runic Butterfly (Spell Creation) -
Not a pet persay but very important nonetheless, when she was young, perhaps just after she made it home to Fallacy, needing a distraction to forget for awhile that she'd abandoned the only person who'd cared for her for so long with their father Amelie began experimenting with rune magic and quite by chance developed a rune which when traced creates this beautiful golden butterfly who's wings are decorated with runic symbols.



˜”*°•.˜”*°• T  h  e   M  e  d  i  u  m   -   I  s  y  s •°*”˜.•°*”˜

 

Like all full blood or half blood Zagurian's Amelie has a Medium, a sort of alter-ego that's inside them, usually fueled by the chaos in their blood. They're triggered usually by a moment of trauma, as a way of self preservation, in her last life that was when she died and was brought back, however in this current lifetime it occurred when her parents were killed, she would have suffered the same fate had her alter-ego not reawoken. Her Medium's name is Isys, completely cold and unfeeling Isys cannot be tamed by much, she's a force to be reckoned with, bad luck for the enemy huh?

Isys stands at the same height and has the same facial structure and figure as her counterpart but that's where the similarities end, her hair is blonde streaked with black, she has grey hued skin which is tougher than it's smooth appearance seems and in this lifetime, now the darkness has been altered within both her and Amelie's genetic makeup, crimson wings and stormy grey eyes, which crackle with lightning.

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  •                 Exasperated by this immeasurable woman, Heinrich let out a discouraged sigh, nodding to himself more than to her, spilling out the secret that would at last satisfy her inquiry on the matter and the subject. Perhaps, then, could he obtain out of her what he desired: “I was given that information by a contact going by the name of The Eves all the way from England,” he uttered, clearing his throat as he assessed what he had spoken. It had been the truth. He would not have lied to her at this very instance. He would give her his word and he would receive hers, no matter what.

                    “They didn’t exactly know of the subject’s supernatural abilities. I would’ve been informed about it,” he surmised, shrugging it off since it now idled in the past, not in the present. “I suppose they weren’t prepared for it or they hadn’t expected it. The files and the system can only speak so much, after all. Your contact, which I’d like to know about it, is obviously more endowed than my own.” A pause. “If you could now reveal it, that’d be splendid. If not, I wasted my breath for the likes of you.” How discourteous.

     

     

  • “If you’re asking for money, just name the number and I’ll be happy to oblige,” he effortlessly informed her, shifting with his posture as he now faced her from a few feet away, dancing on the thought of leaving already, hindered by his lack of knowledge on the woman. “I can’t simply depart from her without the information, ma’am, even if you saved my life.” He was already whipping out his checkbook and a fountain pen, keeping them in his clutch as he awaited her numeric response. Money certainly was no limitation for him.

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                    “Aren’t you a lively one,” he stated, amused by her temperament and her way of speech, shrugging off her approach with words to settle his full concentration on her inquisitive assertion, shifting his posture to permit himself to overcome the reality of the circumstance around him. He had just faced a hellhound for the very first time. A shame it had been the first and not the second; he would have emerged as a victor, otherwise.

                    “My contact is private. I don’t have any reason to inform you of the organization unless it involved my death if I didn’t answer you,” he retorted, appearing discourteous, yet also proper and moderate. “I’d prefer to know why you’re here to begin with,” he emphasized, adding in the question again in the form a declaration. 

  • “Coincidences might exist or they might not. It’s all relative and based on the individual’s understanding of a coincidence,” he explained to her, shrugging his shoulders to loosen his muscles for a moment. “But this is no coincidence and you dodged my question, miss,” he emphasized, observing his Porsche from the distance, pondering on whether or not he should leave her to her business since he had meddled into territory that did not benefit him at all. Clearly, other men, and women such as her, were more fitted than him to handle these creatures because a human could not, simply put.

                    “You don’t have to answer it, regardless,” he muttered, relaxing himself, standing by the door, ready to simply leave, held back by the fact that she hadn’t left the scene of destruction just yet. What else did she want? 

  • “It’s actually quite hard to find out whether or not an individual has supernatural abilities throughout the government information server,” Heinrich said in response to her statement, shrugging her attitude right off without much difficulty, turning over to face the windows of the establishment amongst the debris the fight had produced, observing the quiet street in the middle of the night. His Spheres of Sapphire, for a moment, darted then over to an alleyway on the other side of the street, where his vehicle remained in seclusion, wondrously veiled by the night as no illumination reflected itself upon it.

                    “I see that you are a being of supernatural force as well,” he added to the conversation he had managed to develop for his personal gain. “But I’d like to make myself think that your presence was no coincidence at all,” he supposed, German accent invading his words, murdering them even if he attempted to express himself correctly. “You were after that man, too, weren’t you?”

     

     

  • “I’m fine,” was all the German uttered for the savage woman that had effortlessly defeated the Hound of Hell with no aid at all from the gentleman. Heinrich had just witnessed the efficient murder of a beast. The woman had, by his observations, ascended out of the bout comparatively unscathed. Color him impressed, yet also unaltered by the succession. He was calm, already making his way to the under-section of the table his dagger had preferred over all of the others, reaching for it to retrieve it and sheathe it beneath the coat of his suit.

                    “I thank you for your assistance,” he added to silent conversation, adjusting and fixing his attire, verifying it for any sort of injury in order to properly attend it if the need arose. “I wasn’t expecting the man to be a supernatural force to be reckoned with.” Honesty was a concept that Heinrich understood, at least.

                    “Are you alright?” Ah, he switched the attention to her now. Genuinely shrewd.

  • With the blade out of his reach and the werewolf now a few feet away, Heinrich was allowed a breather as he dwelled upon the appearance of the woman with his eyes, astonished by her abilities. This wasn’t his fight, for sure, but Heinrich had the tools for it, just not on his body at the very moment. He hadn’t even brought along the 9x19mm Parabellum magazines filled with blessed, silver bullets. Alas, … it was a disaster for the gentleman tonight. He had prepared himself for a human, not a werewolf or a Hound of Hell. The Cross, silver dagger, however, had had an effect on the monstrosity, but because the beast was larger than the blade, it had only partially weakened it with the singular puncture. That exact blade now resided underneath a table, out of any potential reach.

               He didn’t even mind speaking or thanking the woman that had, undoubtedly, saved him from his demise. Instead, he stood, erecting and straightening out his posture while he retreated to a corner to find shelter from the beast that had been unleashed.  What else could he do? He couldn’t magically conjure his crossbow nor his silver bullet magazines. Reality was reality. Mistakes were made and he could not mend them right away. It was up to the woman to show her prowess over the Fiend.

     

     

  •                 “Morsel?,” the inquisitive gentleman repeated, cumbersomely bewildered by the statement. If Heinrich understood what the man had meant, he was in for a treat and quite a consequential astonishment. It had been years since the vampire had ruined his mentality and his knowledge. The signs were off, however. This man did not seem to be a vampire, but something else of great power, capable of complete annihilation, if evenly desired. Nevertheless, the barrel of the weapon lingered attached to the male’s head, provocatively enticed with the idea of it being fired sooner than later during this unreservedly outlandish happenstance. What had he gotten into? There had been no mention of supernatural abilities on the assassination contract. Had he committed a mistake? Heinrich knew when a challenge was too much for him. During such an eventful occasion, it would be the only time where his ego stopped emanating its intricate influence over him.

                    “I apologize for the intrusion,” he silently muttered, never trembling, never reluctant with his actions and decisions, retiring away the firearm to settle it back into its proper holster. Turning around to delete himself from the scene, pretending as if he would not meddle into it again, halting himself for a moment so that his posterior would face the man. “You go on ahead and enjoy your morsel, good sir.”

                    There’s a chuckle, a sigh and change in tenor in his voice.

                    “Allow me to give you your privacy,” he whispered again, gyrating in a highly abrupt manner as he unsheathed not a gun, but a knife in the form of a cross, coated in pure silver, branded with the name of Bosheit, the representation of Malice, shoving it into the side of the man’s stomach, deepening the stab by twisting it forcefully as he attempted to also deprive the man’s grasp from the woman.  Time would only tell if he had factually committed an atrocity of a decision. 

     

     

  • Heinrich, upon the immediate insertion of violence, grabbed naturally onto the weapon he had holstered by his left lateral, but did not unsheathe it right away. He had to react, but he, instead, waited, patiently, as the man pinned the woman against the wall with the intent of destroying her. Would he act upon? It was too exposed. He hadn’t expected the target to react so violently in public to the extent that it’d force Heinrich to take action on the matter, despite the consequences of exposure that followed it. He unclipped the holster and pulled on the handle of the gun, never revealing it to anyone as his Spheres of Sapphire attached themselves to the proliferating, blatant male. Blasted …

                    With no-one standing to the defend the poor female, Heinrich erected himself and straightening his posture, aiming the unsuppressed Luger at the man, threatening his life with one, just bullet directed for his cranium.

                    “Release the woman, Herr.” He didn't have a choice. 

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                A desolate corkscrew of blackened fumes emitted itself from the corner of the interior of the commercial establishment just a few ways-off from the woman that had just entered the fair, tranquil building. Heinrich had not even dared to bat an eye at the newest patron, for reasons that obviously had explained themselves to him only—he had his particular perception over the detailed individual in the assassination contract given cordially by The Eves. By his side rested the only briefcase he had prepared for the circumstance. Within it he contained the artifacts he’d need for the completion of the contract, whether or not he liked it. He own methods, at times, dissuaded him from overcoming the factuality of his job. Money was still money, wasn’t it? Yet, for him, it was boundless, and it served more of an excuse than a necessity. Why then? He enjoyed the rush of the kill.

                To tranquilize his adrenaline and his eager, twitching, gloved fingers, the German ordered a glass of whiskey, simple as always. Those Spheres of Sapphires never left the target he had been after for weeks on end by now. To let it go was to waste his time, truth be told. For this reason, he wasn’t letting the woman out of his sight for even a singular, millisecond. Why risk it? Nay, nay. As the glass arrived, the briefcase was brought over the top of the table, but never opened. He’d wait for the perfect moment. 

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