'Oh my seems like I have to kill one of our guest.'
Even though the thought sprouted from a intoxicated mind it was one not influenced by the mead she was drinking. She placed her cup rather heavily on the table an action her personal maid knowing her only by her insobriety mistaked for a signal to refill it. She reluctantly bowed to fill the cup at the same time stoke her masters' ego in order to curry favor by displaying her social position of being beneath them. They needed the constant reassurance of being above others to feel better about themselves . In that position she sighed thinking about dealing with her mistress's usual drunk theatrics not noticing her absence which would evoke an even worse emotion than exasperation since it was her job to follow her.
"Acisillia!"
The name came out as a hiss as fear of her blunder being known made her whisper the name in hope to find her mistress.
'How far can a blind person go?' Her mind tried to reassure her in a feeble attempt to calm her racing heart as she looked around the crowded room.
"Really... now?"
The words were nonchalantly said laced with a slight boredom but even so Acisillia followed the evanescing black smoke a normal person with that much alcohol in their system would deem to be hallucinations her blindness not helping in the matter.
"Come..."
The smoke helped her maneuver and glide past packed bodies and jabbing elbows prompted by wild gestures meant to weave fake tales or whose assault were probarly meant to replay victorious moments in battles.
The black smoke got thicker circling around her depicting an impatience years of experience helped her notice. Her hand glided above the intangible smoke as a way to calm and steady it.
"Acisillia... Acisillia... won't you play with me?"
The words even though said as a question were not a request but she couldn't say whether she would refuse if given the choose. Surrounded by shadows that accentuated his chiseled visage and ebony eyes it was nothings short of magic that she could see him besides being blind but through all that darkness. Turning her back on him she scanned the room from the strategic position he had placed them in search of her target.
The spacious room decorated by gaudy guests and exorbitant -commonly mistaken to depict wealth- ornaments most in gold meant to incite august as well as jealousy was reduced to her to nothing but lights due to her lack of sight. All she could see was varying colors of light, years of experience had helped her distinguish as people and magic which waning as it was lit the room.
"How do you expect me to kill someone here?"
"By using that brain of yours mortal."
"It couldn't be some random person on the streets could it?"
He clicked his tongue her question one he found distasteful.
"where is the fun in that?"
Not bothering to answer him she focused on her surrounding almost immediately finding her target. A humanoid light which twirled not only with a similar looking light another human but with a black smoke that marked him for death.
" ah yes! him mortal him. A man befitting of his position with you upper class mortals. With not only by his wealth which I assure you is vast and plentiful but also by the food reserves he has under his skin that mark him as part of your rare well-off non starving population. Oh my and his beard....never liked facial hair...do you think he grew it that long to compensate for his balding head?"
A smile danced on his lips tugging its ends till they revealed a lopsided grin as he spoke well aware of the fact she was ignoring his babble.
"oh and his wife, do you see her the lovely lady he is dancing with? A beautiful woman whose generosity extends not only to her marrying him but also to her blessing him with her presence here tonight. She usually doesn't prefer to be seen with him. She's one of the few mortals who with great joy will allow me to visit her home. Now mortal you know I am not a God swayed by the wishes of men but I feel rather generous today and I shall grant her, her wish of being a widow."
"How kind of you"
She drawled vaguely listening to him still bemused by Death's habit of memorizing the stories of all the mortal life's he takes. He called himself the keeper of lives stating how he felt obliged to store their stories so their existence was not completely wiped by the passage of time
"If they never existed then I never killed them" he once tried to explain the words logical but holding no value to her.
"in that spirit of kindness want to help?"
he laughed in reply.
" i wouldn't want to steal all your fun"
the words heralded his exit as he disappeared back to his realm but besides them she felt his black smoke circle her hand. Anxious, she wanted to cross the dance floor and end his life there to attain her price a feeling she could not tell whether was from her or channeled from Death through the black tendril but death was also patient so she resigned to watch him.
"Acisillia!...i mean mistress Acisillia."
she recognized the voice to be that of her maid who startled her having forgotten Death's absence lifted the veil that temporarily hide them so they could converse. Bowing, fear of punishment for improperly addressing her mistress making her forget she couldn't see the gesture.
"forgive me..." she quickly tried to correct herself.
"You are dismissed"
"I'm sorry..." confusing her dismissal for anger she tried to reason with her while not sounding disrespectful which was a hard task.
"Leave"
Acisillia drawled nonchalantly ignoring her protests already advancing to her target who fortunately had ended his dance.
She approached him not bothering to hide that he was her destination knowing everyone here considered her blindness a disability that rendered her weak and thus would think she stumbled on to him by mistake.
"Excuse me "
She apologized insincerly faking a tedious task she never bothered with.
"Oh Miss Acisillia!" She felt her arm being raised from a her side to meet a pickly surface she identifies as the beard Death had been describing.
"It is I lord Retomarus..."
Knowing boarstfully men like him would give a whole self praise as an introduction she quickly cut him off before he started.
"Ah yes Retomarus my father has told about you"
A lie obviously since she hasn't seen her father in years something her blindness couldn't even take credit of.
"What did..."
She cut him off again knowing he would want to know what her father thought of him everyone always does.
"Lord Retomarus as you can see I seen to be lost would you assist me to my quaters"
"I..."
"Oh thank you I'll make sure my father hears of your good deed"
She didn't give him a chance to refuse and to ensure he helped she added her father and sure enough with her hand on his shoulder he lead the way upstairs.
"Just go up stairs then straight its the room at the end"
She instructed calling the black smoke to her free hand. With her ability to see magic that clung to the place as residue since it had been used for common tasks and functions in that house for years, she could easily navigate the house all by herself.
'Almost...' she kept repeating in her head to calm her growing excitement at the same time reassure herself. The black smoke extended from her hand to surround him waiting for her command which could turn it to anything.
Lack of sight which made her rely on touch prompted her to always turn it into a knife a close contact weapon. She tightened her hold on his shoulder and pulled him into her knife. His fat offered little resistance to her knife which encouraged her to stab him more and more. He cried for help to his God's for mercy but in that moment she was more deaf than blind focused on how her black blade slowly absorbed the light in him. Nobody else could hear him either this far from the main floor. When he turned limp the last of his life extinguishing like his light she stood up not even noticing she had straddled him somewhere between her assaults. Blinded to his dead body or blinded by his diming light she felt no remorse abandoning his body she walked a few steps into her room with plans to sleep away the ennui that fell on her after each kill.