Sobbing could be heard coming from the kitchen as a young woman in her late twenties was pinned naked to a counter, hands impaled with a knife and tied together with a rope. Standing opposite her was a tall man over six feet in height redressing himself after his little fun with the beautiful brunette. The man was a wind mage by the name of Yami, a psychotic killer who cared not for social norms. Fixing his suit jacket he turned to look back at the sobbing woman ignoring her miserable cries. The mage walked over and curled his fingers around the butcher knife in her hands and pulled it out, "If there's anyone to blame, blame your husband for messing with the wrong people." The mage then thrust the blade down digging it deep into her heart and twisted, leaving it there.
Dusting his hands off, Yami left making his way out the back. He shut the door behind him spotting someone waiting for him by a tree. Yami approached the man in black, "Jobs done, you know where to send the cash. I'm off I've got another job tonight." The wind mage walked away leaving his employer to deal with the clean up. Yami walked away as he was to meet up with Remy Martello in half an hour for another job. The mage made sure he looked presentable ad he walked off today the meeting location.
Dressed all in black the towering wind caster blended in with the darkness of night. He was pleased with his previous work. He had caught the family while in bed, first dragging the husband and wife downstairs there cries awaking their son who came down to investigate. The rest was history as he pinned the boy and mother before torturing the father. The nails had come from the husbands workshop. After he finished the father he tortured the little boy slicing off his nose, ears, eyelids and lips before skinning him alive. The mother was last, he took his time to enjoy her shredding her cloths and taking her, before killing her. His target had been the husband but he had been told to kill the entire family.
WC: 520