Dark Souls: Volume 1
"W-w-why are you h-here?..." Her raspy voice came out directing towards the pestilent creature standing in front of her. The assassin inched closer to her, with every step, his prey forced herself to look up at his face but for her sake, she could not see his cloaked eyes for it would have terrorized her innocent soul in perpetuity.
"Answer me!" She bawled at her predator, her Russian accent consumed with her never ending fear towards the infamous Deathboy. He kept walking towards her in a slow yet steady manner while Ranelle stared him like a frightened five year old girl. With every step he took, tension conquered the surrounding atmosphere of the dull room.
"P-please...Don't k-kill...me..."Her words came out in a forlorn whisper when her back made contact against the cold wall.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you....", His words came out smoothly as if rehearsed. His emotion free words echoed inside her head, adding to her fear rather than providing comfort. A tear managed to escape her stormy blue eyes but never reached its proper destination as it was wiped away by gloved thumb of the assassin. Holding her chin, he forced her to look up.
"Not yet anyway."
A name, one assassin name, that gave shivers to almost everyone who heard it. For it popped up in every conversation, in every news channel, in every department and in every school. Those silent yet attractive whispers that claim that they have actually seen deathboy in action, were nothing but a heap of lies,
For none ever escapes his deathly grip.
All of it was dark.
Will the light creep up into his soul after one mission that determined his unforeseen fate? Or will another fate weave along with his?