RP:From the Top

He stares.

She's screaming at him. As his body plummets to the earth, she praises his actions, applauding the thought of his demise. It hurts.

Caramel hues burn into the back of her head as she begins to rock and sob.

He is forced to remind himself that this is the right choice. This is his only choice.

... He leaves.

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The room is cold and the smell of decay is fresh from the mangled corpse resting upon the floor surrounded by candles and illustrations of blood.

The dark creature provides him a silent greeting with an extended hand. He nods before taking his seat.

"You're sure?~" The rasp vocals ring out.

"Yes." His tone is calm and firm.

"To be retained?~"

A thoughtful gaze is raised to face the dark one while a golden needle is fiddled with in his dirtied hand. The silence is savored for what seems to be an everlasting moment.

The needle is tossed to the corpse. The coin along with it.

"Give him his name." He states.