The night was still young with how the moon shined brightly down on the fields of Dahlia, The light shining bright along the landscape. You wouldn’t think that up to eleven people had died within the last few nights. But that was the hard truth blood on the hands of another, even as at that moment she was sitting in a bar located in the farmlands of Dahlia. Sitting at a nearby table with a piece of chocolate cake in front of her, she used the fork to dig into the juicy cake taking a bit from the top of it and brought it to her mouth. Savoring the taste as a blush spread on her cheeks” Sooooo Sweet!!!: she exclaimed as excitement over ran her at that moment. Her hand being placed on her face as she squealed with absolute delight at the flavors exploding in her mouth. She enjoyed the sweet sugary flavor of the cake it was hard to finish it like she did. But she needed to finish this mission of this Priest who kept adding things to his to do list for her. A sigh would leave her lips as the cloak wrapped over her body, walking to the bar counter to put down her jewels for the cake. She then headed towards the door where she would leave as she had a mission to finish hoping this was the last one.

“How do one guy get so many enemies, yet don’t leave his residence…what ever your doing mister priest, I hope its worth all this hassle” she spoke under her breathe as she was walking like she was towards the first location she had marked in the note she was given earlier by the bartender of the bar. She would open the note with the instructions of what she had to do. The night was still young, yet she had to do what was asked of her. Closing the note to put it back into her pocket she simply sighs, tugging at her hood to keep the fabric from revealing who she was. The road that she walked was clear of any people, which in turn was good for her. Her body turning towards the hill as she made her way to the peak of it just to get a better sight from a higher stand point. Dropping to a single knee as her blue eyes scanned the area. Taking note of each advantage she could pull out from this scenario to make sure to not get caught. “If I want to get close, it would be wise to avoid any light to not give away my positions” she started to plan as the different scenarios ran through her head.

Without wasting much time, she would hop from the Hill, landing onto her feet as she bent her knees to brace the impact. Using the darkness of her cloak she would begin to move using every ounce of the shadows as cover. As she would be kneeled behind a haystack, just to conceal herself.

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Her eyes would revert to the chicken that was beside her, as it was about to cluck its neck would grabbed keeping it from saying anything, The first target was in front of her…the goal was to leave some kind clue accusing these people of treason. Her eyes reverting down to the chicken clutched in her hand “Looks like you just maybe useful “she chuckled to herself. Her other hand would also squeeze the neck of the chick before giving it a twist in the palm of her hand, causing the chickens body to go limp. She would move from the stack as she would be rushing into the farm remaining crouched. This allowing her to go into the farm unnoticed, reaching the bed room in a matter of time and even picking up a knife along the way. As she reached the bed room the chicken in her hand,she would use the knife she picked up to make a cut into the body. Putting the knife in her pocket she would dip two fingers inside of the chicken before she begun to draw in blood the symbol of the cultist. After finishing her little art project, she would leave. Disposing of the chicken by burying it in a location that wasn’t near where the farm was.

As she took another glance at the map, which had the location of the farms she was supposed to deal with. She would make her way to the next farm, kneeling down not making a sound as her aura was being used at the sole of her feet to muffle the steps she made. As she came to the second farm she will make her way inside making sure their wasn’t no one nearby that could spot her.She would go through the farm picking up candle after candle, before heading down into the basement where she would begin to organize the candle to form a ritual circle as if their was a ritual that went on in the house those of a cult. As she would finish she would head out of the basement and leaving the premises with no evidence of her being there the way she preferred it anyway,

The next farm wasn’t too far off as Kanya made her way there step by step she took not really making much of a nose. As she would enter the last and finally farm she would being going through everything trying to find what she could use in that moment to complete this damn job. As she would turn around standing face to face with a woman. Befor the woman could even scream a round house kick to her head was connected surrounded in the red aura this cause the woman such to feel the pressure of the hit upon impact. As the woman would hit the ground Kanya would summon a blade of pure magic cutting into the woman body just enough to use the blood to draw three different cultist circles. Picking up the body she would leave and moments later she had the body buried in the outskirts of the farm, where she left once more heading towards another sweet shop

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