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Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ]

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#1Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:43 am

Zariya


Hosenka was as colorful and vibrant as always, its lantern-lit streets a chaotic blend of beauty and deceit. The smell of spiced food lingered in the air, masking the filth that ran through the alleys and backstreets. On the surface, the city was a tourist's dream. The gleaming casinos, lavish hot springs, and bustling markets were something out of a film but for those who knew where to look, it was a playground for crime. Deep in the heart of the Crimson Quarter, the gangstas were out.

Zariya’s influence stretched like a rubberband over Hosenka’s underworld, dominating it in a way that few had ever dared. But lately there had been whispers. Five names had surfaced, petty crime lords who were growing bolder, thinking they could operate under her radar and smuggling magical weapons without her knowing. Five fools trying to rise in a world that wasn’t theirs to claim. Worse still, they were making deals without consulting her, undermining her influence and risking everything she had built in Hosenka. That wasn’t something she could let stand.

The Vampiress moved through the darkened alleys with ease, her black bodysuit clinging to her form, designed for both combat and stealth. The faint shimmer of crimson from the city’s lights reflected off her figure as she slipped through the shadows, unseen and unnoticed. She didn’t need to rush. These men didn’t even know they were marked. They were comfortable, operating in the gutters of Hosenka’s criminal world, thinking they were safe because they hadn’t yet felt her wrath.

The first target was someone she barely remembered--an insignificant worm named Tariq who ran a small operation out of an abandoned inn at the edge of the Crimson Quarter. He fancied himself a weapons dealer, trafficking enchanted blades and spell-touched armaments. He was small-time, but his ambition was dangerous. He had aligned himself with a couple of rogue mages and started distributing weapons to any thug with the right amount of coin. He hadn’t come to her for approval. That was his first and last mistake.



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#2Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:58 am

Zariya


Zariya reached the old inn with ease, bypassing the sentries like they weren’t even there. She didn’t bother with the front door. it was too predictable. Instead, she scaled the building, her vampire strength making it effortless. She perched on the roof for a moment, looking down into the main room through a broken skylight. There he was. Tariq. Sitting at a table with a couple of his men, laughing over drinks. How easily they laughed, unaware their end had come.

She dropped down silently, landing behind one of the guards. Before he could react, her hand was around his throat, her strength crushing his windpipe. His eyes widened in shock, but he was dead before he could make a sound. The Midnight Mistress let the body slump to the floor and daggered her hand, her obsidian-black, and deadly sharp finger nails glistening faintly. She glided forward, the darkness embracing her like an old friend.

Tariq finally noticed something was wrong when his second guard hit the floor, blood spilling from a gash in his throat. He stood, fumbling for the sword at his side, but Zariya was on him before he could even blink. Her hand plunged into his chest, right between his ribs, and she twisted it just enough to make it hurt. His eyes went wide with terror, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Zariya leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered.

“This is what happens when you forget who runs this city.”

She twisted her hand again before pulling it free, letting him collapse in a heap. From her pocket, she pulled a small note, delicately folded, with words written in elegant script. She tucked it into Tariq’s lifeless hand:

"From Akudama, with love <3."

One down. Four to go.



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#3Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 12:38 pm

Zariya


Her next target was a man named Corvin, a larger figure in the underworld than Tariq but still a fool. He ran a gambling ring, but his real business was smuggling illegal magical artifacts. He thought he was clever, moving goods through the city disguised as innocent shipments of wine and spices. Zariya had let him play his game for a while, watching from the shadows, but now he had crossed the line. He’d started moving dangerous enchanted weapons, the kind that could cause chaos in the wrong hands, and he was doing it without her permission.

The warehouse was located near the docks, surrounded by water on one side and towering stacks of crates on the other. The place was heavily guarded, but that didn’t concern her. She moved like a wraith, slipping between shadows, leaving no trace as she infiltrated the building. Corvin sat in his office, a fat man with greasy hair and a smug expression, counting his profits as if he owned the world. Zariya smiled to herself. He wouldn’t be smiling for long.

It was quick. Brutal. She dispatched his guards with a flurry of strikes, silent and efficient, blood spraying across the floor in neat arcs. By the time she reached Corvin, he had barely registered what was happening. She grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster. His eyes bulged in panic, and he gasped for air, his hands clawing at hers.

“Please… please…” he croaked, his voice barely a whisper.

Zariya smirked, her grip tightening. “Please? You’re begging now? How pathetic.”

She released him, letting him fall to the floor, gasping and wheezing. He scrambled to his feet, reaching for a sword on his desk, but Zariya was faster. Her hand was a blur as she slashed with her nails across his throat, blood spurting in a hot, crimson arc. Corvin’s eyes widened in shock, his hands going to his neck as if he could somehow stop the flow. He collapsed to the floor, gurgling, drowning in his own blood.

Zariya crouched beside him, watching the life drain from his eyes. “You should have stayed in your lane.”

She left another note on his body, folded neatly on his desk.

"From Akudama, with love <3."




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#4Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 3:39 pm

Zariya


The third and fourth targets were two brothers, Markus and Joran. They ran a drug operation dealing in magical substances that could enhance a mage’s abilities or drive them to madness. They were smart, or at least they thought they were. They kept their operation small, operating out of a hidden den in the sewers beneath the city. But Zariya knew every inch of Hosenka’s underbelly. There was nowhere they could hide that she couldn’t find them.

The sewers were dark and foul, the stench of waste and decay hanging in the air. Zariya moved through the tunnels with purpose, her senses heightened. She could hear the brothers talking before she saw them, their voices echoing faintly in the distance. They had no idea she was coming. The Sanguine Requiem found them in a small chamber, surrounded by crates of their product. Markus was mixing a new batch of some glowing enchanted powder while Joran stood guard, pacing back and forth with a crossbow in his hand. Zariya didn’t bother with stealth this time. She wanted them to know she was there.

Joran was the first to spot her and immediately his eyes lit up wide in fear. He raised his crossbow, but Zariya was already moving. She dashed forward, her nails slicing through the air. The arrow fired, but it went wide, clattering harmlessly against the stone wall. Her blade hand found its mark, plunging into Joran’s chest with a sickening crunch. He gasped, blood bubbling from his lips, and fell to the ground.

Markus let out a strangled scream and tried to run, but The Vampire was faster. She caught him by the back of his neck, slamming him into one of the crates. The enchanted powder spilled across the floor, glowing faintly in the dim light. Markus struggled, but Zariya pressed her nail into his throat, her voice a low growl.

“You think you can deal in my city without my permission?” she hissed, her lips curling into a snarl. “You’re nothing. Less than the roaches that crawl within these sewers.”

With a swift motion, she threw her mouth onto his, her fangs finding a hoe beneath his skin and the blood that dripped mixed with the glowing powder on the ground. She drain him of every ounce of blood that kept him alive, and allowed him to fall and bleed out, his body twitching and convulsing before going still. Another pair of notes, left in the bloodstained chamber:

"From Akudama, with love <3."



Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] 86545
#5Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 7:21 pm

Zariya


The final target was the most dangerous. His name was Salim, a powerful mage who had built a small but loyal following in the Crimson Quarter. He called himself a kingpin, running an illegal arms trade and dabbling in black magic. He was the one Zariya had been most concerned about. His ambition was dangerous, his magic even more so. But tonight, his power meant nothing.

Zariya found him in his hideout, a rundown mansion on the outskirts of the city. His guards were stronger than the others, some of them wielding magic, but it didn’t matter. She tore through them with a ferocity that left blood splattered across the walls and floors. By the time she reached Salim, he was waiting for her, a spell on his lips.

He never got the chance to finish it.

Zariya’s hand pierced his chest, cutting off his magic mid-incantation. He gasped, clutching at the wound, but she was relentless. She drove her daggered hand deeper, twisting it as she leaned in close, her voice a cold whisper.

“You should have known better, Salim”

The Desiertan left him there, his body slumped against the wall, blood pooling beneath him.

The Desiertan Queenpin wiped her hand on Salim's robes, her eyes cold and expressionless. She looked down at the lifeless mage, her mind already moving beyond him. There was no satisfaction in his death, just another task checked off her list. His blood, like all the others before him, meant little more than a message, a warning to those who dared think they could usurp her power. The underworld was hers, and anyone who tried to defy her would meet the same fate.

With calculated precision, she folded another note, identical to the ones she had left with the others:

"From Akudama, with love <3."

Zariya tucked it into Salim’s limp hand, admiring the irony for a brief moment. How quickly they had all fallen, these petty, would-be kings, each thinking they could carve out a piece of her empire. Zariya straightened, her golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. The night’s work was done, and now it was time for something else. Something more distasteful. Alejandro.



Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] 86545
#6Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:35 pm

Zariya


She moved through the shadows once more, leaving Salim’s hideout behind, slipping back into the maze of streets that made up Hosenka’s Crimson Quarter. The city raged with life per usual, unaware of the violence that had just occurred beneath its skin. The night air was cool against her face as she approached the den where Alejandro, leader of the Crimson Angels, operated. Zariya’s thoughts churned, a quiet storm building inside her as she considered the coming conversation.

Alejandro had been a useful ally, his Crimson Angels controlled a large part of the black market in Hosenka. They had worked well together, but lately… Zariya’s patience had been thinning. He wasn’t doing his part. He was growing complacent, relying on her to do the heavy lifting while he basked in the profits. She had cleaned up his mess tonight, dealt with the problems that should have never existed if he had been doing his job.

The Queenpin approached the back entrance of the den, her expression hardening as she stepped inside. The place was dimly lit, filled with the smell of cheap incense and the low murmur of voices. Alejandro was there, lounging on a pile of silk cushions, surrounded by a few of his lackeys, his face a mix of charm and sleaze. He looked up as she entered, his expression shifting from casual indifference to something a little more alert. He knew.

“Ah, Zariya,” he greeted, his voice smooth, but there was tension beneath the surface. “I heard you’ve been busy tonight.”

Zariya’s eyes locked on his, her face impassive. “Busy cleaning up your mess, Alejandro.”

There was no warmth in her voice, no pretense of cordiality. She crossed the room, her movements controlled and graceful, like she was making way to her food. Alejandro shifted slightly in his seat, the faintest flicker of discomfort crossing his features. He wasn’t used to seeing her this way, not in front of his men.

“I don’t recall it being my mess,” he replied, trying to maintain his charm, but there was a nervous edge to his words.



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#7Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:40 pm

Zariya


Zariya’s gaze didn’t waver, her golden eyes sharp and unrelenting. “Five crime lords, all trying to move weapons in our city. Weapons that could shift the balance of power in Hosenka. And you didn’t know about any of them?”

Alejandro opened his mouth to respond, but Zariya cut him off before he could speak, her voice low and deadly calm. “You let this happen. While you’ve been lounging here, basking in your little empire, these fools thought they could challenge us. I took care of them. I did your job.”

Her words were heavy and cold. The Vampiress could feel the tension in the room shift, the weight of her presence pressing down on everyone there. Alejandro’s lackeys exchanged uneasy glances, but none of them dared to move. They knew better than to get in the middle of this. Alejandro swallowed hard, the confident smirk fading from his face. He leaned forward, trying to regain some control of the situation, but the power dynamic had already shifted. He was on the back foot, and he knew it.

“Zariya, I—”

“Spare me the excuses, Alejandro” she interrupted, her tone sharp as a blade. “I’m tired of carrying the weight of this partnership while you sit here pretending like you’re still in control. We had a deal, Alejandro. We were supposed to share the burden of keeping the Quarter in check. But lately, it seems like I’m the only one doing any of the work.”



Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] 86545
#8Zariya 

Ms. Janitor [Underground Associate | NQ] Empty Thu Oct 17, 2024 11:45 pm

Zariya


She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. “Do you know what I’m starting to wonder, Alejandro? I’m starting to wonder if I should regret ever partnering with you and your Crimson Angels.” That struck a chord. Alejandro flinched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He had always prided himself on his ability to maintain alliances, to charm and manipulate, but Zariya wasn’t someone he could charm. Not anymore.

“You don’t mean that,” he said, though there was little confidence in his voice.

Zariya smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, devoid of warmth. “Don’t I? You’ve gotten lazy, Alejandro. You’ve let your people grow weak. They’ve forgotten what it means to be feared, and now I’m cleaning up the messes that you should have handled.”

She leaned down slightly, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I don’t make threats lightly, Alejandro. But if I ever find myself cleaning up after you again, I won’t be so kind.”

The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. Alejandro’s face was pale now, the reality of his situation finally sinking in. He had miscalculated. He had underestimated his partner's patience, and now he was paying the price.

He stammered, his usual bravado shrinking. “I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. You have my word.”

Zariya straightened, her expression as unreadable as ever. She wasn’t entirely sure whether she believed him, but for now, it would have to be enough. She had other matters to attend to, and Alejandro’s groveling didn’t interest her. She turned on her heel, heading for the door, her back to Alejandro. She knew he wouldn’t dare attack her. He wasn’t that stupid. But she also knew that their partnership was hanging by a thread now, a thread that could snap at any moment. If Alejandro didn’t step up, if he didn’t start pulling his weight, she would have no qualms about severing ties with him completely and possibly his throat too.


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