This is a result of a friend challenging me to make a convincing villain.
I stared at the Blacksmith’s house smiling, why you must be saying? Simple, that day I was targeting a family, a little family, a kind little family who treasure their pathetic little lives. I forced my smiling face into a blank indifferent face so as to have them not be suspicious of me, it’s easier to kill someone when you get the drop on them. Oh I was not there for the gold, neither the weapons, I just love the sight of blood, hearing the cries of children and mothers.
I tucked my poisoned dagger into my coat, and I started to walk towards the shop when I saw a peasant– one of those dirt sucking scum bags- walking towards me, I was secretly giving him a glare full of knives but if he had saw it he gave no sign of it and walked over to me and asked me for a coin, one of my hard earn coins. I stared at him then looked at the sky and said, “The full moon is out, and during this time one should be wary of the wolves.” After I said that I looked at him in time to see that he blinked in confusion and I could tell he was going to ask me what I meant when I pulled my dagger out of my coat and stabbed him in the throat. His face of shock was priceless, and the fear, oh~ the fear! I could practically taste it as I pulled my dagger out of his throat then kicked him to the ground. My smile returned but much bigger than before, oh how I love how people react when they are on the verge of death, he was trying to scream but all them came out was a wet gurgle.
His crimson blood pouring out of his throat slowly pooled up around him, I would watch him longer but I had a task to do, so I kneeled down next to him and switched my grip on my dagger then stabbed him multiple times in the chest and stomach until I was positive he was dead, then I noticed that my coat, pants and shirt were covered in his blood so I reach into my coat and pull out a mask, a simple thing, it was the general shape of my face and the main color is black, but it has a blood red surrounding the eyes and a blood red mouth with many white sharp teeth painted inside the mouth. I looked over it smiling with glee, then I put it on and with my knife brandished I walked into the Blacksmith’s shop and house, he didn’t look because he was working on sharpening a sword but he welcomed me in. So instead in sprinting towards him I walk over calmly knowing he didn’t expect me to be the famed cleanser of this city, and I waited for him to turn around and once he did and he saw my mask he screamed in terror and before he could have gone anywhere I stabbed him in his left arm and kicked him in his sensitive spot and in turn effectively crippling him, so then I kicked him over and walked over to a table that had a sword on it and I picked it up and walked back over, he had recovered quite well once I got back, he was almost standing so I let him get back up and right when he did I kicked him into the wall behind his then used the sword to stab through his arm and pinned him into the wall. Smiling in a wonderful glee and I stabbed him with my dagger multiple times. His screams and my laughs were audible in that area of the city.
Once his screams stopped I turned towards the staircase, which luckily for me I was next to when I was stabbing this lucky man, and began to walk up them. When I reached the upper floor I heard a soft sobbing so I looked around and I just barely saw the quivering form under a table that had a prepared dinner on it, so I walked to said table and the closer I got the more silent the sobs became until they were barely hearable, then once I got there I waited a few moments to give my target a false sense of security then once I waited long enough I quickly lunged and grabbed my target and pulled it out from under the table, it was light and once I started to pick it up I realized it was a child so I lifted it up into the light and saw it was the lucky blacksmith’s little daughter, she is the only child but she would do, though children are best when killed in front of their mothers. So I decided to ask her one thing, “Where is your mother?” She was shivering in fear then started to cry so I slammed her into a wall and I asked the question again with more force behind my words and apparently it was the correct thing to do because she answered while sobbing, “S-sho-o-op-p-ing.” When I heard that my smile fell, children are feeble and weak bodied, but then a brilliant thought entered my mind and my smile returned, I’ll turn her into my slave, no one will know it was her and she is just old enough that I can break her will and still have her for a long time, so hauling her along I left the shop and then went back to my house grinning all the way with the child sobbing. Oh~ this will be fun!