Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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The radical differences between this presumed “new Kayla” made suspicion lurk in Persephone’s mind as she watched her. Differences between diction, demeanour and appearance were easily detected, although, were thrown into a deep pit of uncertainty. This dark-haired woman was a contrast compared to the sweet, bubbly beauty she originally fell deeply in love with. The original Kayla was the pleasant ball sunshine which she roused from slumber to see every morning; her precious constant was eliminated. Familiarity was impossible to discover in the mesh of intense differences, which left the nymph perplexed by her feelings. When she began searching for Kayla, the assassin thought solely on the stupendous woman she was fortunate to have touched her life.
Now she appeared rather sadistic and murderous, a cold husk of her former warmth which failed to touch Persephone’s heart the way it once did. At the mere mentioning of Kayla's captor, a hint of interest sparkled in the nymph's eyes as she immediately became curious about the individual who decided to transform her precious lover. Hastily, determination filled the assassin as she was mentally prepared for the notion of destroying the individual who radically transformed Kayla. The dark-haired woman was originally the beautiful girl who filled her dark, grim life with light, and now somebody managed to absolutely ruin it entirely. Believing this woman was truthfully the one she lost was difficult, yet, something inside proceeded to insist on this being the woman she fell in love with. Gradually, Kayla decided to speak about the description of the mysterious man who brought forth these changes, and Persephone listened with open ears. The instant Kayla began providing a physical description of the man, the nymph's eyes widened broadly.
There was nobody else who suited the appearance, the assassin being dragged into the depths of her abhorrent memories. The fire, the screaming, the fighting and the bloodshed. The evening her father died was a tender memory, one which resulted in Persephone clenching her fist while her eyes narrowed. Even as her beloved Kayla proceeded, the nymph remained quiet, ignoring the words as anger flowed heavily through her veins. The demonic bastard has continued to take the final consistently Persephone found in her life; the sunlight which provided her with joy. Years of searching, each day occurring with a severe lust for destroying the individual who took everything from her.
"YOU ARE NOT GOING AFTER HIM! I'M GOING ALONE TO KILL THAT BASTARD AND THAT IS FINAL!" The words left Persephone's voice in an angry yell.
Vengeance was something which fueled Persephone's determination, the young nymph knowing thoroughly she needed to be the one who murdered that demon. First, the man stole her father's life and later altered Kayla beyond recognition. There was a subtle burning sensation on her scars from the memory, nothing particularly painful, but a sensation manifested from remembering those memories. The nymph desired to singlehandedly take the individual's life to avoid anybody else getting hurt and finally have her hands on the sweet fruit of revenge.
Fixation was placed on the dark-haired woman Persephone believed was Kayla, surprise remaining evident in her stone-coloured eyes. Was this truthful reality, or had her enemy managed to knock her unconscious? Months had passed with the nymph’s beloved being absent from her life, the sudden appearance suggesting trickery, yet, she remained uncertain. There was something inside which hinted at the possibility of this woman truly being her beloved Kayla; the one who consistently healed her over the years. As she spoke the name, a smile appeared on the woman's face, which resulted in Persephone lowering her weapon slightly. The dark-haired woman moved closer, caressing her cheek, her words confirming the beliefs the nymph possessed. Bewilderment remained evident on the short-haired woman's face as she analyzed the peculiar new appearance Kayla procured with her abrupt return.
Silence reigned over Persephone, the assassin hesitant to provide a statement of her opinion of her crush's new appearance. The incredible curves and elegant beauty of her original appearance were replaced by the lean muscles of a fighter. Hardened, cold and prepared for battle, it reminded Persephone of the woman she constantly viewed in the mirror, yet, still having notes of difference. The changes confirmed Kayla would not remain bound inside the walls of their small home, and the sword suggested a brand new hobby. There was a slight narrowing to the nymph's eyes as they fixated on the sword secured around her beloved crush's waist. Prior, Kayla had never been a fighter and remained the person who would accomplish the crucial tasks of housework and mending the assassin's wounds. Motionless, the assassin stood, listening to her lover and feeling Kayla's soft finger brush against her lips.
Further, the nymph's eyes narrowed when the nephilim stated she was the murderer of her target. There was something wrong about the entire situation, and Persephone was uncertain about her feelings towards what was occurring. Genuinely, the assassin believed there was nothing wrong with the woman who stayed home and handled the housework, the woman who was a pleasant and kind constant in Persephone's life. Everything seemed to change radically, but there was comfort in returning to Kayla's bright face and receiving the regular healing from her beloved nephilim. Complete silent settled over the nymph as she listened, disliking the words which left the dark-haired killer's lips. Evidently, Kayla had been observing her, assassinating the targets in prayer the brotherhood would exile her; but the only escape for an assassin was death's cold embrace. Merely attacking the group would result in her being stamped a traitor and hunted down for the rest of her days.
Shortly, Persephone sheathed her own dagger, listening to Kayla's crazy ramblings about granting her freedom, however, the notion was against the assassin's wishing. The brief amount of time working an average job proved her skills were better suited for the rigorous work of murder. Years of teachers among her family confirmed her destiny to be one bathed in endless amounts of bloodshed; she walked a dangerous road being the final member of the Rose family alive. Completely abandoning the occupation she was designed to accomplish was impossible, since Persephone knew there would be that constant calling echoing in her head; calling to return. When Kayla approached to hug her, the nymph stepped back, eyes narrowed as she stared at her.
"No, you will not kill them," she stated bluntly. "I would be miserable working a normal job, Kayla! I was raised to become an assassin and as the final member of my family, I AM NOT QUITTING! If you lay a hand on the brotherhood, they will hunt us down and I will just join another assassination organization instead. Ace is a pretty understanding leader, so do you want me to end up with some cold bastard who could kill me for failure? Real jobs don't honour my skills."
Despite the pleasantness of Kayla's words as she spoke, Persephone had learned there was only one place where her excellent skills could be appreciated and honoured. Assassination allowed her to use a variety of her skills and allowed her to cling desperately to the values of her family. There was only a single member of the Rose family left, which was Persephone Rose, the girl who lost everything at a vulnerable age but kept walking alongside her father. Then when he died from the flames of a burning cottage and the hands of a tricky demon? She worked hard, determined to find the individual who murdered him, however, her attachment to her occupation soon manifested when she wavered off the darkest path. Unfortunately, destiny would always call her back, the voices of the departed reminding her to honour where she originated from, and Persephone was now determined to accomplish just that.
There was a stillness in the room, the body remaining motionless after his untimely demise. Carefully, Persephone's grey eyes flitted around the room, narrowed slightly as she searched for the slightest items out of place. While the assassin never entered the room until recently, there were sometimes instances where certain items could easily be correlated with a specific location. Either way, the objective was to scavenge the room in a desperate attempt to find the individual responsible for stealing those many kills. Money was a valuable resource and considering she proved multiple times to be a skillful assassin, it became the nymph’s common occupation. Normal jobs became rather difficult at times, especially considering a portion required working alongside people. While Persephone was not necessarily anti-social, she preferred working independently, which few jobs appeared to be offered.
The room appeared fairly normal, mostly undisturbed other than the deceased man collapsed on the floor. A soft sigh escaped Persephone's lips as she prayed the criminal failed to escape prior to her intrusion. Handling the person who ruined her missions was crucial considering income was important for her survival and completing these objectives herself allowed her to interrogate every criminal affiliate until they provided the truth. Destroying these criminals until she found her dearest Kayla was important, the nymph frightened that her beloved crush was potentially injured or placed into an uncompromising position. Every location was observed, thoroughly scrutinized by her cold, grey eyes going lengths to try and resolve where the problematic individual could potentially be hiding. Quietly, the soles of her tapped against the ruined hardwood floor as she slowly toured the room, searching for where the murderer could have hidden themself away.
Gradually, hiding places were being narrowed down, Persephone praying the individual possessed no teleportation abilities to allow for a quick and easy escape. Places to hide inside the lavish room were growing smaller, the nymph's eyes eventually locking on the wooden doors of a large closet. Before she could start hurrying in that direction, someone manifested in front of her, resulting in Persephone hastily backpedalling. The sudden action startled the assassin, but she controlled her emotions well and tightened the grip around the handle of her dagger while the other hand flicked open the flask to draw water. Quickly, the person appeared before them, a slender and lean build with dark hair and eyes. The woman's strong body was covered by a white shirt and black pants, but a brown cloak hung around her shoulders; a common piece of attire associated with criminals.
There were two notable traits which resulted in Persephone raising a brow, particularly the sword hanging from the girl's waist and furthermore, the angles of her face. The beauty of her face was familiar, yet, somewhat different which resulted in the nymph staring at the woman until she spoke. Each word was shyly spoken, the tone one she missed for many months. The grey eyes of the cold assassin widened, her body stiffening in surprise as she stared at the supposed stranger, a single name entering her mind.
"... Kayla?" She spoke the question quietly, surprise still touching her tone.
Despite her assumption, Persephone kept her mind sharp, hand tightly clenching the dagger in case she was incorrect and this individual was unfriendly. Yet, based on her intense analyzation of the woman's face, she believed she had finally discovered the woman she had been searching for.
Chilly spring air embraced Persephone's body after she prepared for another mission, particularly a dangerous one. The anger-induced bloodlust which roamed her veins remained unquenched after the sudden disappearance of her delightful crush. People were bound to suffer when the nymph suddenly returned to her old ways, abruptly demanding any missions Ace would provide her. Inside there was vexation hidden by a facade of absolute calm and coldness, however, her assassinations failed to mask Persephone's irritated emotions. Victims were facing brutal deaths because of her water manipulation, especially hell species who were vulnerable to her specialty, holy water manipulation. There would be plenty of injuries, news reports believing her to be an unknown serial killer or a personal enemy of the individuals because of the nature in each death. Suspicions towards the cold-hearted nymph were non-existent considering she rarely took missions where there were potential personal connections RCMP could discover.
A shadow's silence graced the assassin's steps as she exited her home, wrapped in dark fabric which masked her body type alongside the significant identification shapes of her face. Covered in charcoal were her numerous blades, the shine hidden through the black dust which coated the metallic daggers. The lower section of her face was wrapped tight by a black scarf while her short strands of blue hair were tied back into a tight bun. A separate scarf was wrapped around her head, hiding her hair to avoid anybody gaining a discernable colour or styling. Loosely around her body hung an oversized shirt and a pair of simple black pants, making it difficult to notice her gender; to create further difficult, Persephone went lengths to wrap a cloth around her small breasts, making her appear akin to a petite male.
Sturdy combat edition boots were laced tightly around her feet, worn from years of carrying out her missions. In order to completely avoid suspicions about her gender, a pair of gloves were pulled over her slender hands. Afterwards, a cloak was wrapped around her shoulders, hood completely up to further create difficulties in recognizing her. Once completed, the woman had slipped out, two pouches of water secured tightly around her waist. Agilely, the nymph moved around in a stealthy manner, avoid detection as she traversed the streets, already aware her peculiar attire would warrant attention from RCMP or suspicious civilians; being followed could not be an option. Slowly, she moved, providing more time for caution opposed to recklessly rushing towards the building. Each step was planned and accomplished, the assassin avoiding being seen as she approached a large building which housed a wealthy criminal overlord; somebody who became problematic.
Recently, the man in question outed several important figureheads of the underground, which suggested he would do similarly to the assassins or the Dark Brotherhood. There was a pause as Persephone observed the location, wondering if Kayla still desired her to live the normal life; to transform into the perfect wife she desired. For a brief time, the nymph listened to her beloved, however, one the blue-haired beauty disappeared, there became no reason to play safe. Each mission suggested Persephone could potentially destroy the individual who thieved her dearest crush. While it was difficult to determine Kayla's physical state, something insisted the sweet girl was alive somewhere, however, the nymph failed to find the location. Certainly, somebody with a criminal associated stole Kayla away, suggesting that hastily taking these missions and quickly completing them could allow her to discover clues hinting to the nephilim's location.
Haste graced Persephone's steps as she closed in, carefully moving through towards the large building. A firm grasp was held on the lid of her normal water pouch, flicking open the flask to release the liquid. Smoothly, the nymph slashed into the panel, cutting the electricity and turning off the lights. While the method was not necessarily quiet, Persephone wished to search the building peacefully in case her beloved Kayla was imprisoned inside. Once completed, the nymph quickly scaled the wall, water returning to her pouch as she entered a second-story window. The assassin pulled herself through, glancing around the empty bedroom before launching into the hallways, moving both stealthily and quickly. There were several occasions of her targets were dead prior to her arrival, and the nymph was determined to win whatever twisted competition she entered. She avoided people, disposing of any guards who decided to become obstacles with a sinister ruthlessness.
Finally, the room was nearby, guards already gone as she quickly burst through the room, charcoal-covered dagger drawn and prepared for a killer throw, however, it remained unnecessary. The nymph's fist clenched tightly onto the dagger's handle as she realized her target was already disposed of, knife still impaled into the man's throat. Carefully, the assassin closed the doors behind her, displeased by the recent occurrences.
"The bastard did it again," she mumbled inaudibly to her herself.
Slowly. the assassin approached, reaching to touch the man's neck, careful to avoid blood. There was a slight widening to Persephone's grey eyes as she realized an important factor. Unlike previous incidents, warmth still clung heavily to the body, suggesting the kill to be recent. There was no hesitation as the nymph returned to the door, grabbing a long candle holder and jamming it between the handles before locking it. She saw nobody leave the room prior to her entrance, suggesting evidence of her mission ruiner potentially still being in the area, and Persephone was determined to find her. Slow steps were taken, the nymph maintaining a tight grip on her dagger while her eyes searched the room.
From the couch, Persephone's eyes remained locked on the television as the story changed from the assassination she committed. The news anchors spoke about more positive developments, the nymph only half-listening to the story being announced. These were the moments where the assassin wondered how her crimes affected other people, although, it was merely a brief curiosity. Envisioning the notion for extended periods of time ruined her moods, resulting in a more melancholic attitude opposed to her regular phlegmatic emotions. An extensive breath escaped her lips, Persephone leaning deeper into the comfortable cushions of the old couch. There was a mere nod in response to Kayla's words, the nymph fancying the notion of a quiet night spent indoors. Those sorts of nights were rare for the assassin, considering most mornings were spent resting, preparing for work or exercising.
The subtle creaks of the old couch indicated movement, Persephone providing a sideways glance as Kayla laid down, head resting on her lap. There was a subtle hint of pink from the younger girl's newly shifted to a position alongside the words which escaped her lips.
"Okay," Persephone murmured softly. "Can you get the remote? You can pick whatever you want."
There were few moments where the nymph was home, thus she remained clueless on what exactly the pair could watch. It became especially difficult with the extensive list of objectives orbiting through Persephone's head, from speaking to Phoenix about receiving fewer missions to acquiring a comfortable "normal" job. While she would provide Kayla with what she desired this evening, the short-haired girl's thoughts lingered on the hovering thoughts of what she should do.
There was something odd about pawning her job off to another assassin; under a majority of circumstances, Persephone accepted the job. At times, she could still possess a variety of injuries but forced herself to proceed to accomplish the mission she was given. Each passing day, she prayed they would provide her with the mission which would allow her to gain revenge on the demon who murdered her father. The nymph planned to scrutinize the missions for signs of his presence since he remained her primary target. Nobody else could have the glorious opportunity to witness the light face from his eyes except her; she was always possessive over these types of missions. Since the murder of her father, Persephone desired the taste of vengeance on the horrible demon who murdered him; the only living family she held.
Fortunately, the mission she pawned revolved around a human woman who worked in an underground crime ring which was causing other problems for other criminals. The assassin lifted a brow when Kayla stated she was uncertain about an activity they could accomplish together.
"You gotta be able to think of something, doesn't have to be complex," Persephone insisted.
Slowly, the nymph walked over to the couch, collapsing back into the comfortable cushions. They welcomed her, forming to her body's unfamiliar form on their plush; she was rarely home to find pleasure in sitting around. A soft sigh escaped Persephone's mouth as she lifted her head, allowing her hands to be positioned beneath it. The reclined position induced relaxation for the assassin as she remained motionless, waiting for Kayla to finally pick an activity. When she heard the sweet girl question whether she was angry, the nymph shook her head.
"Not really," she mumbled. "I've been training and doing that job since I was little, so no longer doing it feels weird."
The Rose family were assassins, each child being trained thoroughly in combat under the assumption they would follow a similar path. Considering the immense training the nymph accomplished, it felt peculiar to cease putting it to use. While she was not entirely quitting her assassin career, it felt as though she was leaving something she knew from the day her ruthless training regiment began.
Assassination was a risky occupation, and one nearly impossible to quit on account of the felons which arrived with it. Each death would be additional years should Persephone ever be caught and face sentencing by the courts. Accomplishing the occasional mission would be the best method to avoid the Dark Brotherhood possibly of them dropping hints or invading during the night to murder herself and Kayla. When it arrived at criminal actions in groups, there was a specific trade where both parties essentially revealed their crimes in favour of working together. There were plenty of people who knew the illegal doings of Persephone Rose, thus the dark-haired woman was required to display her loyalty to avoid facing punishment. While she hated worrying Kayla, there would be no cutting complete ties from the group she worked with.
There was an evident sheen to the nephilim's eyes from the earlier tears. The nymph stared for a few moments before softly touching the girl's face with her finger, wiping away the wet; she was too beautiful to have tears on her face.
"I will keep you safe," she murmured before allowing Kayla the opportunity to move.
The nymph watched as the beautiful girl walked towards the couch before sitting down on the couch, bringing her knees to her chest. The quietly whispered 'I love you' was detected, but Persephone pretended to accidentally not hear it; how she wished she could return those words. Perhaps in the future, if she learned to settle on her "normal" job, she could warrant herself the luxury of displaying affection to Kayla.
"Anyways, what do you want to do? If I'm not going out, we could do something today," Persephone offered.
There were times she needed to enjoy her time with Kayla, especially considering the young woman evidently felt her emotions were ignored. The least Persephone could do was spend some quality time with the nephilim to assist in making her feel better.
Admittedly, Persephone thought pushing the job onto another individual would be satisfactory for Kayla; the pair could even spend the night cuddling. Oftentimes, providing the nephilim with attention soothed any upset tensions she held. Those were moments where even the nymph could enjoy considering they were the few times she warranted herself time to spend with the innocent young girl. There would be plenty of time to work hard and gain money before the time arrived to pay bills or purchase groceries. The assassin kept Kayla close, believing she would never turn down a hug, but concerned by the lack of movement in her arms. Under most circumstances, she imagined the nephilim would leap at the opportunity for a hug, but instead, she pushed her away. Immediately, Persephone's eyes widened as her grip was loosened and distance was created between them.
There was more the blue-haired beauty desired, the nymph raising a brow in surprise by the notion. Sorrow touched her crush's voice as she registered her next request. A flinch touched Persephone's face since after being an assassin for so long, the nymph knew to escape the chains which held her was difficult. Enlisting in a normal job could be a simple accomplishment considering there were plenty of basic jobs for somebody with high school education. Considering her extensive travels, she could easily become a travel agent and suggest places, but the problem was always the killing. Thick blood coated Persephone's hands and the brotherhood was familiar with her extensive list of crimes and could not allow an assassin to simply leave. Silently, the nymph took a step closer, grasping Kayla's shoulders with a firm squeeze.
"How about a compromise? I will get a normal job, but... I need to take a mission sometimes to make sure nobody comes after us, okay? The people I work with know all about my crimes and should I leave, they may try to kill either of us or possibly send me to jail. I can probably work something out with the leader, but I can't quit or else we're both in danger," Persephone explained quietly. "However, I can take easy jobs so you don't have to worry your little head about me, okay?"
The nymph prayed Kayla would agree to the compromise she provided considering the extreme dangers which arrived with quitting a group of assassins. They easily possessed the connection to kill both of them or to possibly get Persephone incarcerated for the numerous murders she committed.
Whenever a mission arrived, Persephone callously ignored the ramifications which arrived from her long absences in dangerous locations. There were objectives to accomplish with smooth efficiency to allow for their basic life to proceed without abrupt changes. These missions were accepted for years in the Rose family and during their travels across many places, thus the young nymph never noticed the error in her choices. Murder was heavily involved in the entirety of her life, the crime being oftentimes committed by her hands or those around her being forced to embrace the chilling arms of death. There would arrive a day where Persephone would potentially meet a similarly grisly fate, but those thoughts never bothered her; she was brave enough to acknowledge death arrived with her occupation. Unfortunately, this left plenty of reasons for her healer to become upset with her.
There were consequences for the actions of an assassin, but she rarely thought of the familial connections she harmed whenever she exited through the back door clad in black, weapons secured to each fraction of her body. The nymph held the nephilim tightly, attempting to soothe her before potentially leaving on her recent assignment. Booming sounds of thunder arrived suddenly, the assassin glancing towards the nearby window to notice the heavy rain and lighting skies; the signs of an upset nephilim. Immediately, the nymph's eyes flitted back towards her crush, noticing an unusual anger flare in Kayla's eyes as she screamed her frustrations about the assassin's ignorance. Throughout her complaints, thunder boomed, rain and wind battering their defenceless house from the sudden thunderstorm. When she finished, there was a pause as Persephone stared in shock at the blue-haired girl; could she really leave with Kayla this upset?
A soft sigh escaped her lips, the cold woman taking a step closer before looping an arm around Kayla. The other hand dexterously fetched the cell phone from her pocket, a number being swiftly dialled. On the second ring, the person picked up. There were no greetings.
"Take my job, okay? It pays good." A pause ensued as the person on the other side agreed, but questioned. "Something came up, now shut up and take it."
Without allowing a barrage of questions to proceed, the nymph pressed the red button on the touchscreen, ending the call. Afterwards, the phone was slid smoothly into her pocket, Persephone wrapping both arms around Kayla, holding the nephilim close. There was silence, the assassin enjoying every moment she could to just hold Kayla close; she wanted to reassure her crush everything would be alright.
The news began with the usual opening ramblings before plunging into the script likely created over night from the recent assassination. Reporters were booming about the recent death, stating the police believed the cause was a homocide. Silently, Persephone watched as the recent case was discussed and people stated more evidence was still being gathered to try and capture the man's killer. The entire story followed the predicted route as the reporters explained the information they had, displayed photos of the victim prior to death to jog the memories of all people watching before pleading for anybody with information to phone the police department. In large text, the number displayed itself across the screen in an attempt to encourage people with information to call. The nymph was fortunately confident she kept the scene clean and avoided leaving significant evidence.
Quietly, Persephone proceeded to watch, allowing the news to continue the playing. The assassin remained unbeknownst to her crush's emotions as she casually watched the television. Should there be any breaking news, the criminal desired to track it for the purposes of knowing her next move; if needed, she would skip town. While Lorsette had proven to be a safe place on account of the massive amounts of criminal activity. Frequently, the nymph found other crimes would cover her owns as long as the patterns were similar to other types criminal used. There were multiple incidents where other criminals would be blamed for her horrendous crimes, allowing Persephone to slip quietly through the cracks. The subtle sounds of footsteps did not deter Persephone's fixation, the young assassin already assuming Kayla was entering the room. There was nobody else in the house and the nymph was certain she would have noticed another presence.
When Kayla questioned about her not going to work, Persephone raised a brow as she listened. Why would Kayla ask such a peculiar thing of her? Work was essential to allow the young nymph to gather money to allow them a decent life. The moment the nephilim stepped in front of the television did Persephone realized the weight her decision would hold on the young woman. Already, there were tears rolling down the blue-haired woman's face as she pleaded for the water nymph to stay home; she even proved to be aware of her parents never returning home. There was a momentary pause before a soft sigh escaped Persephone's lips, the nymph standing to wrap an arm around Kayla and hold her close; she could never stand to see her cry.
"There, there," she murmured softly, albiet, a bit cold. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "I'll see what I can do, but no promises, okay? This is short notice."
While work was essential to their survival, Persephone was hesitant to leave Kayla home alone while she was upset. She refused herself to adopt Kayla as a lover, but the nymph was determined to be there for the young woman until she discovered somebody better. It was the least she could do.
Food continued to be consumed by the hungry assassin as she gleefully devoured the delights served to her. They were bursting with pleasant tastes, Persephone being forced to slow the rate of which she shovelled food into her mouth to avoid hiccups or worse aflictions. There were plenty of punishments for scarfing down food too quickly, thus the nymph tried to refrain from her earlier error. While she carefully consumed her food, the woman's steel eyes would occasionally flitting towards Kayla, where they would linger for a few moments. Silently, Persephone would spare a few moments to admire the nephilim. The sharp features of her beautiful face and the curves of her feminine body. There were times when the nymph believed Kayla to have a goddess-like appearance, even despite the syrup leaking from her mouth and dripping from her chin.
The triumphant countenance of the nephilim made Persephone smile briefly, the grin disappearing quickly for the usual cold expression. There was no need to motivate Kayla further by displaying a grin, especially since the nymph desired her lover to search for better. Unfortunately, the assassin found it difficult to fully support the notion on account of her own selfish desires. Secretly, she wanted to ask Kayla to be hers, to hold her close and whisper sweetness into her ears until the end of their days. The punishment was set for murdering the girl's parents to honour a contract, and that punishment was Persephone's denial of taking Kayla as her girlfriend. After a few moments, the short-haired woman finished her breakfast, the plates promptly gathered by the nephilim and placed in the sink to be cleaned. There was the sound of running water from the tap, the assassin reclining in the kitchen chair.
At the mentioning of work, Persephone provided a nod before answering. "Yeah, but it should be an easy job," she mumbled.
The mission consisted solely of disposing of an individual who had been searching for one of the other assassins, although, possessed no proof of the committed crimes. Considering the primary rule was 'innocent until proven guilty' it felt safer to murder the nosy person to avoid any future issues. After a few moments, Persephone stood from her seat, heading into the living room to grab the remote and turn on the TV. The channel was changed to the news, allowing her to hear about the body of her contract being found.
The delightful scents of a freshly made breakfast wafted from the plate and into Persephone's nose as she stared down at the plate of foods made to her preference. A subtle rumbling echoed from the nymph's stomach, last night's difficulties resulting in her never consuming supper for the evening. Saliva ruled her mouth, the assassin keeping her mouth tightly shut to avoid the unnecessary mess from the drool that desired to escape her closed lips. Resisting the urge to devour the entire plate was an onerous task for the hungry woman. Already, she could have imagined her father's voice echoing through whichever placed they had stayed the evening, lecturing her about skipping supper from exhaustion while demanding she did not touch the food before her until he was prepared to sit. It was good manners to wait for the other individuals at the table to be prepped to eat before wolfing down the meal.
Stacks of extra food was created, a common habit of the nephilim that Persephone had discovered over the course of several meal times. There was a benefit to the habit, as proven by early morning missions where the assassin hastily consumed her meals before getting her gear sorted. Forethought was given to the peculiar habit since it allowed both parties to function with a strange smoothness; almost as though they have precognition to what the other would accomplish. The nymph never questioned the action, merely considering a habit both parties had grown used to over the years. When Kayla placed her own plate on the table, Persephone began cutting into her food, her hunger making it difficult to resist the opportunity. The consumption of Kayla's food was difficult to resist, especially since the nephilim was adept with cooking.
There was a pause to the eating when Persephone suddenly felt her shirt get lifted, her eyes flitting towards her healer. The nymph stilled herself after a few moments, realizing that the nephilim wished to check over her wounds. A shiver transcended over Persephone when Kayla's hand ran along her skin. When it continued, the assassin squirmed in response, flashing a glare towards the nephilim.
"KAYLA!" She exclaimed.
The sensation of tickling made it difficult for the cold woman not to crack the slightest hint of a smile. A small giggle escaping her throat as she struggled more against her assailant, eventually managing to throw Kayla off. A pout crossed the nymph's face for a few moments before she fixated on the plate still filled with food. Promptly, Persephone began to devour the contents, attempting to keep a professional atmosphere to her eating while trying to wolf down the delectable food as hastily as possible. After a few moments, she heard the question from the nephilim while her mouth remained filled with the delightful breakfast. A hard swallow acted was done, the nymph pausing to make certain the food in her mouth was heading down while a slight pain entered her throat.
"Delicious, as usual," she responded neutrally.
Afterwards, she returned to consuming her breakfast, finally slowing the amount of food being shovelled into her mouth; best to avoid such pains after all.
Silently, Persephone slumbered in the covers throughout the entire evening. Blankets embraced her warmly, quieting thoughts of unexpected guests and furthermore, she held her favourite teddy bear (Kayla) close. Body heat was shared, a natural ritual when occupying the same bed. The slumber could not be interrupted, the assassin weary after the strenuous labours of an evening’s work. Time passed gradually, a dreamless night passing through with blissful ease. There was no stirring from Persephone when her crush woke, escaping her loose grasp and planting a single kiss on her cheek before retreating silently into the house. Gradually, the sun continued leaking in through the slightly parted curtains. Light played across the room, banishing the shadows as it continued to invade.
Slowly, Persephone escaped the pleasant grasp of slumber, her eyes opening slightly. They were opened and closed at a snail’s pace as the nymph gained awareness to her surroundings. There were a few quiet moments spent analyzing, her steel coloured eyes hastily noticing Kayla's absence. A few moments were spent remaining still in bed, the enchanting scents of breakfast managing to drift towards her nostrils. They were familiar, even going lengths to make Persephone's mouth water over the concept of devouring a delicious breakfast created by her darling Kayla. Eventually, the nymph pushed herself into a sitting position, the blankets rolling down her short form while she rubbed her eyes. A yawn promptly escaped her mouth, her arms shortly being raised to stretch her body. She shifted in the bed, her feet soon dangling off the side while she reached for the pair of slippers beneath her nightstand. Once her feet were safely stored in the warmth of the slippers, the young nymph walked to exit the bedroom.
The stairs were descended slowly and quietly, Persephone weaving through the house in her usual soft-footed manner. As she grew closer to the kitchen, the marvellous scents became more powerful, compelling her forward. When she entered the kitchen, the nymph noticed the set table and Kayla preparing her own breakfast.
"Good morning," she mumbled before yawning.
Slowly, Persephone walked towards the chair before plopping down, her eyes staring at the delightful plate of food. A fork was fetched in her left hand while the right grabbed a knife. The hunger in her belly caused her to continue, her eyes sparing a moment to glance towards Kayla. With some control, she lowered the utensils, waiting for the nephilim to join her for breakfast.
Silently, Persephone's eyes settled on the distant boats dancing across the horizon while small whitecaps travelled towards the shore. There was the steady sounds of waves crashing aginst the sandy shores, seagulls squawking above. For a few moments, the nymph's eyes lingered their as she contemplated the occurrences of the beach. A majority of citizens were clearing out, while those boats perhaps remained unaware of the unfortunate individual who toppled from the cliffside. Another soft sigh escaped the assassin's lips, the concept of a single death being smoothly forgotten in a city of thousands of graves was always a strange concept; that man was merely another casualty. Despite not maintaining eye contact, Persephone listened to her mysterious company before slowly shifting her gaze towards him. Uncertainty in the face of tragedy seemed a common response.
Loved ones found their futures thrown in disarray while witnesses became concerned about the possible interrogations that could arrive should their names get out; whether they answered those knocks were questionable. Getting involved in these types of affairs could always be a frightening concept, and unfortunately, there were many who preferred to resign to silent, refusing the victim their justice.
"Makes sense," she mumbled. "I should go. There is not much else I can accomplish here."
The nymph's words had faint hints of softness and sympathy which was a breach in her usually cold demeanour. The assassin understood the haunting shadow of grief beyond what could be expected. Quietly, she turned her back to the waves and began walking up the beach, heading back towards town. It appeared best to return home and avoid possible trouble from authorities.
[ It's all good! I can be late as heck, so yeah. XD ]
As usual, Persephone felt Kayla's back snuggle against her, the assassin relenting to wrap an arm around the girl. The other arm hid beneath the pillows, finding warmth and creating a comfortable position for the nymph to lay on her side. She kept to Kayla's waist, strictly forbidding herself to it higher and lower; the waist appeared to be neutral ground in the situation. There was a certain peace in this position, Persephone always finding relaxation in being allowed to hold Kayla close. She felt as the blue-haired beauty melted against her, the nymph resisting the urge to smile in delight from the close proximity. These moments always created the desire to express her harboured emotions of affection towards this incredible woman her cared for her daily, but she reminded herself that such notions were forbidden.
There was a prayer that the stated words would not result in a cataclysmic storm suddenly churning outside, but instead, silence engulfed the bedroom. Subtle creaks of the old house settling and rustling leaves from a tall tree in the yard were the only sounds this evening. Occasionally, the quiet noises of a passing car would infiltrate the "silence" of night, but otherwise, there was nothing else. The nymph adjusted herself slightly, peeking over Kayla's shoulder as she felt the intertwining of their fingers. Her breath was heavier, and in the darkness, Persephone could just notice the closed eyelids of her healer, making it obvious the woman had drifted to sleep. A long breath escaped the assassin's mouth considering she had narrowly dodged a disaster. She settled into her position behind Kayla, snuggling into the soft pillows to enter the wonderful would of sleep that awaited her.
Slowly, the nymph shut her eyes, merely listening to the ambiance of a quiet night in Lorsette; it felt like a rarity these days. A moment was taken to tug the comforters higher, enveloping herself and Kayla better in the incredible warmth. Gradually, Persephone fell asleep, finding great comfort in having Kayla close. She was clueless about what she would do without the blue-haired woman were to leave her despite her desires for Kayla to discover someone better. Either way, those worries were for another day as Persephone slumbered next to the adorable nephilim.
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