Oryn climbed down from the rooftops, using balconies, windows, and pipework to aid his descent.
He left the dead bodies on the rooftops to be found by the authorities. Nothing at the scene would be able to be traced back to him.
After all, Oryn was untraceable.
He had no home, but the town of Castonia was known for it's countless abandoned properties spread throughout the streets.
Him and his sister Alabelle had claimed one as their own recently, using it as a home. Despite being poorly and broken, the house provided the necessary shelter for their small family.
Their small family.
Oryn's mind was filled with dark thoughts as he travelled through the empty night streets. No horses or chariots went by. Only shady looking individuals who were most likely criminals looking for targets.
No one dared to walk the streets at night alone. Earthus was a world known for it's criminals, and Castonia was no sanctuary.
Oryn thought back on the nights events. His meeting with Telvar the Untouched, histories greatest criminal.
And the man's proposition.
Could he really take the life of his sister? He had said with his own mouth that he could.
But with the job placed at his feet, it felt entirely different.
He arrived at the shack that he had called home for the last year. Staring up at the window of Alabelle's bedroom.
She would be sleeping at this time.
She would not even know what happened to her. My dear sister could pass peacefully, all for the greater good.
Oryn had a vision. His desire for power was not out of pure vanity. He wished to create a better world. One were criminals would not need to exist. One where poverty was abolished.
Men and women would not have to steal to survive.
But to even have a chance at achieving such a goal, he would need power.
And to achieve power, necessary sacrifices would have to be made.
Oryn climbed the pipework leading to his sister's bedroom. It would always be left slightly open, for convenient escapes and entrance's.
Once at the second floor, he quietly pushed it open, and drew the curtains before stepping inside.
There she was.
His ten year old sister, peacefully sleeping on blanket spread across the floor.
Like him, Alabelle had dark features. Her hair was dark and messy, always kept cut short for safety purposes.
Her eyes were also black, and beneath one was a purple bruise against her white skin. She had earned it from the beating that the boy had given her.
Don't worry, my dear sister. The boy is dead now.
He will no longer trouble you.
He stepped closer, silently drawing his katana from it's scabbard.
Only I will.
Oryn felt something wet drop down his cheek. He cleared it away with the sleeve of his coat.
A teardrop.
Not just one. His emotions fell from his eyes in abundance.
Oryn was taken aback. He couldn't remember the ast time that he cried.
He has killed countless humans before. Men, women, boys, girls. Yet no matter which life he took, he understood that it was a necessary evil.
He felt no remorse.
So why do I shed tears now?
The answer was obvious. Oryn loved his sister.
For the ten years of her life, he had acted as a father figure for her. She had lost both parents before she could even understand the concept of life and death. So he did all that he could to ensure both of their survival.
As he thought back on times of the past, the tears flowed heavier.
He dipped his face in his hands and wept.
"Oryn, is that you."
A soft voice sent a jolt through his body.
He looked up to see his sister, sleepy eyed, staring at him with worry written on her face.
For a moment, he couldn't say anything. He only stared back, a dumb expression on his face.
"Oryn, why are you crying?" Alabelle said with worry in hier voice as she quickly sat up and wrapped her small arms around him.
Oryn struggled to return her embrace. His sword hung limply in one hand.
"Is it because we have no food for tomorrow? Were you not able to find any."
"Don't worry brother, I'm fine if we don't get to eat tomorrow. I promise!" She tried her best to put on a comforting voice, but her words trembled.
Oryn couldn't help but wrap his arms around her. Her body was slender due to malnourishment. It was rare that she was ever able to eat a proper meal.
She shouldn't have to live like this.
The two remained in each others embrace, providing one and other with as much comfort that a poverty striken family could muster.
"Don't worry, Alabelle. I am fine." He said in a soft voice. "Everything is fine."
Alabelle pulled away from the hug, now staring at her older brother with a smile on her face.
"Good." She said, the usual joyfulness returned to her voice. "There is some bread in the cupboard down stairs, if you want to eat-"
Alabelle's words were abruptly cut off.
The ten-year-old girl looked down towards the area where she suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Something strange was there, and it seemed to be going through her.
She placed her hands over the object and felt cold metal against her skin, followed a warm liquid that stained her sleeping robes.
"B-brother?" She muttered, blood pouring from her mouth.
Oryn removed his katana from his sisters stomach, and quickly wrapped his arms around her tighter than he ad ever before.
"All will change now, beloved sister." He sobbed onto her shoulder. "The world will change."
It only took seconds for her body to become still. Oryn held his dead sister limp in his arms.
Then, a sharp pain jolted through his head.
The pain was so severe, that he was forced to claw at his temples. It felt as though a blade had been pierced through his blade.
"Aghhh!" He screamed, but to no avail. The pain only grew sharper and more intense.
Suddenly, it became to much to bare.
He watched as his vision slowly faded away from him, alongside his consciousness.
Then, everything went black, and he collapsed to the wooden floor alongside his sister.