Selfer clutched the satchel as she jumped down from the banister. Her mind confused as to what the hell happened back there. A Bjord was someone who no one should trifle with. And what was he saying? What the heck was a Lynx?
She pivoted towards an alley, mindful of the few people that was still in enjoying the festivities amidst the sudden downpour.
In the darkness of the night, with the rain pouring in strides. She halted near a brick wall. With three drops of her blood amidst its stones the bricks crumbled lightly opening for her and she went in while the bricks maneuver themselves to close behind her.
Feeling safe, she headed into the darkened alleyway and went into a big mansion where she and the others who had passed their graduation years ago had resided.
It was the organization headquarters where the lower floor was a tavern for blood, the second floor were the trainee's rooms, and the third floor was where the Coven is.
"Selfer!" Fiela hugged her, eyes brimming with delight but when the brunette realized she was soaked to the bone and with some heavy bruises on her person she stopped herself from doing it. "Order Delivered, I presume?" The brunette also glanced at the cute beastling on perched on her shoulder. "And you brought a friend as well."
Smiling, she answered. "Well, seeing that I am here. Yes, it's an order delivered. I will tell you about this little one tomorrow." She added whilst petting the beastling.
"Good." Fiela sighed, as she led her childhood friend, honorary sister, and fellow member of the Organization to a table where Ramiela, and a sleeping Croix was there.
Selfer watched amused as Ramiela happily drank and dunk some glasses as she poured boundless cups of Rosebellum Wine to a glass and then mixed Vorschka with it as well. It would make anyone drink that many liquor fall into a sudden slumber. But the Feeder seemed to be doing alright.
"How the heck, is it that you're mixing two liquors of the strongest alcohol in Rosacaea and still managed to talk, I will never know." She admonished as she sat on their table.
Ramiela smirked, eyes glinting mischeviously. "Practice, unlike a certain lightweight here." The feeder then cocked her head gesturing to Croix who was deeply asleep with drool coming out of her mouth. "Blasted, acolyte to be can't even hold her liquor."
"Not all are, alcohol veterans like you Ramiela." Fiela rolled her eyes, this was the norm when she and Ramiela interacted with each other.
Ramiela shrugged, seeming to not even mind that title one bit.
"You probably egged her on to drink with you, knowing she will lose."
"Ohhh. Sefy you always know me." The Feeder grinned, pleased with herself for making Croix drunk again. "Think she will kill me again, once morning comes?" Ramiela wanted to know, as she broke one of her glasses to another person's eye. Letting the man screamed in pain and away from their table.
"I am counting on it. Ravagers don't like being tricked."
Ramiela hummed, delighted by the idea of it. "Better shower and sleep. Sefy. You look like you had a rough night. I am taking this saintly lightweight with me." The feeder drank her glass in one gulp and then took Croix's arm and put it on her shoulder supporting the ravager's weight as she stood up with Croix in tow, heading upstairs where their rooms are.
"How are the twins?" Selfer questioned, as she also plan to get up from her seat.
"They are fine, the twins just simply make errands for some people who do not want them dead and then they just sleep the day away, the organization has no plans on using them for now." Fiela gazed at her worry etched on her face. "All because a certain someone I know is taking double of their orders making sure the twins are not even given one."
A pained yelp could be heard from a distance yet the two continue to talk.
"I have to do it, the divine knows the twins had suffered enough as it is."
"You're putting yourself in danger. And I don't know, what will happen when it comes."
Selfer already knew, she had just encountered it. "Everything I do, is for them and us. The sooner we finished our contracts, the sooner we can be free."
"Selfer, you're taking three contracts for your own. I know how hard that is for you. But at the same time, I would not stop you, knowing you have your heart on the right place." Fiela glanced at the satchel she has on her. "I hope for your sake, that whatever is in there would not get you killed."
"We always knew what we would get into when we joined, Fiela. The twins did not they were forced into it." She reminded, her mind remembering the first time the twins came to the organization they were so little and weeping from the lost of their parents. Then they were tasked to kill children their age. After that event, the two had never spoken a word ever again.
"You were young once, you killed relentlessly and you didn't blink."
"That's because I didn't feel anything. Wounds inflicted on me healed so fast, there was never a chance for me to react to it." she stated, her voice cold.
"Time moves fast, Selfer. Sooner or later the organization won't tolerate their youth anymore and deploy them for their needs."
"Which is why I better triple my effort and make sure we'd be free by then." She hopes so, the divines knows just how badly she wanted out of this place. Considering....
"Gyuh!!!" a pained yelp came out and a man not far from them choke on his blood as he gasped while holding his throat. His body shook and in mere seconds, he died. The other people around them did not even seem to mind it, ignoring what happened to him.
"Hmm...., He's number 30 for today." Fiela regarded, the man's body with no emotion in her eyes.
"Then that means this guy is number 31." Selfer said, as she stabbed the man who was foolish enough to attack her from behind. " How did Croix even survive this day when she's so drunk?"
"Croix, may be drunk. But her beast isn't. She's the reason why we had ten deaths in total just this morning." Fiela informed, finding the entire situation normal when another thug aimed to attacked her, she sprouted a poison flower in her hand then smack it to that man's face, that killed him instantly. "This one, is number 31."
In the organization there was a hierarchy, those who could kill the six chosen ones could take their place and enjoy the safety of the Coven. The Coven was a large spatial area upstairs where she and the others rooms were connected. There were still some of the older teams before they joined the organization residing there as well. But mostly, they keep to themselves.
"Every day, it's just the same. It's either we get killed by the orders we received, killed by a failed order or killed by our fellow members." Selfer sighed, knowing that why they were talking awhile ago a massacre was happening all around them.
Blood coated the halls and cups was filled with some of the other's innards. The place was a kill zone and tomorrow it would be cleaned only for it to be used as a bloodbath again.
"Can't be helped, it's the season of killing again. It's the reason why all are having it out for each other." A vine shot out of Fiela's hand and it slice through another of their fellows. "This one is number 51, I guess."
"That reminds me, I have to make some kills of the day for the twins as well." She let the beastling jump off of her and on to the table. In a flurry of movement, she danced to her tune as she killed those who also aimed for head, their blood gushing out at each of her dagger's swipe to their bone, arteries and heads.
Soaked with blood, she returned to Fiela's side. The others stopped their antics as they followed her movements, all of them gulping at such a ghastly sight. One by one they settled on their drinks and talked like there were no bodies that littered the floor.
"And I believe that's a hundred, this settles the day early." Selfer wiped some of the blood from her eyes. " I am gonna go now and settle my deliver. Then head to bed after, see you later. Fiela."
Fiela nooded and head upstairs.
The innkeeper was quiet as she went to the counter, he had a smile from ear to ear. His gray hair spike and his eyes stared at her bloodied form, injured shoulder and bruises. "Anything to deliver?" the innkeeper questioned, as he held out an empty tray before her.
Selfer, put the satchel on it. Along with dozens of eyes, ears, heart and teeth that she collected. The tray glowed and all the items vanished. Her head ached for a moment as she heard the procurer's voice again.
"My, oh my. A job well done. And you made sure to collect what our clients wanted from the people they wanted dead. The twins' targets seemed to have fallen under your blade as well."
"Can the chatter, we agreed the twins' contracts are connected to mine as well. We had a deal." She emphasized, telepathically speaking to the procurer.
"Yes, yes, but there is a limit to how long you can protect them., dear." Selfer gritted her teeth, the bastard dared to anger her further. "They are part of the organization, after all."
"Even if they are, a deal was made. Don't tell me procurers woudl break their words. Last time I heard, one died due to it." She would never let herself be pushed over by what the procurer said no matter what.
"True, but agreements can change as well." the bastard had the gall to laugh. She had an inkling that this particular procurer loves to make her shackle rise.
" What do you want?" she opted to be blunt about it.
"And that's what I love to hear from you, dear. You're the best killer we have as of the date. I believe you can easily do it."
"Then tell me the or-"
"All in good time, the order will come when you least expect it. For now, I suggest you take a rest wait for the command and watch your back. It is the Kiling Season. There will be multitudes of blood spilled this time. I suppose you have your hands full considering for the others the twins are easy targets." the voice sinisterly conveyed as it blanketed out of her. And she felt relieved that the procurer was out of her head yet annoyed that what he or she had said was right.
The innkeeper's eyes glazed over seeming to have also received a message from the procurer as well. "For the Blight." the innkeeper chanted.
"Kill on Sight." She grimaced as she said those words, feeling its effect on her. The poison deactivated and she was free from its hold until an order comes again. No one knew what poison it was and none had dared to find a way to make an antidote of it. There were rumors that a certain elite of the organization created one but whether it was true or not, Selfer could not confirm it.
Done with her task, she headed to the Coven, the beastling running to her settled on her shoulder once again as went to her room. She took a bath and lay on the bed. The beastling was already asleep on the bed since it waited for her to come out of her bath.
Remembering what happened a while ago, she was hoping that the Bjord would never find her. Although....
"He had such beautiful wings." Selfer whispered. "And a mean streak." She added as she still felt the sting of her bruises after her bath.
"Ah, I forgot to ask Fiela, what a Lynx is." She thought, but then chose to close her eyes. She'll just ask her tomorrow morning.