Mature Content Warning: Violence, Gore
Samuel, on the other hand, never went to bed that night. Collecting the three grisly trophies once more, the assassin slipped out the door, locking up after him. The man made a point of learning everything he could about those he worked for and it was easy enough to walk up to the home of the small man from earlier. It was simple enough to offer the three heads for payment.
"Now if there is no more business, you can see yourself out." The host was rude, obviously because the dozen or so bodyguards that loomed around the man's study. He stood, a shallow attempt at false graciousness.
"Actually," the contractor began, making no move to leave. "There is one outstanding issue that needs to be settled." He offered the small man a contemptuous smile.
"And that would be?" the employer wondered, equal parts confused and irritated.
What happened next was both sudden hand horrifying. The demonic arm rippled, twisted, took the shape of knotted coils and then surged outward. The twelve guards vanished in a whirl of black flesh. When the darkness receded, all that remained were stains and shredded flesh. Severed and ruined bodies littered the ground. The demonic hand clutched half a man's face and Samuel tossed it upon thw small man's desk. Flecks of blood spattered the small man's pudgy face as he fell back into his chair. "You see, I don't take kindly to self important nobodies trying to weasel out of their contracts." It was then that the assassin rose, offering a sadistic grin basically stepped atop the desk, crouching so his face was inches from the crime 'lord.' "I should thank you. Those in my profession often need...'volunteers' to make an example of. To ensure we recieve proper respect." There were no screams in the night. The body was only found the next morning: every bone had been broken, crushed beneath incredible force.
Samuel took his time going home. He was not tired at all. When he finally reached his front door and stepped inside, the man noticed blood on his sleeve. Rather than touching his makeshift bedding, he went on a hunt for a change of clothes: a loose fitting red vest and trousers would do for the day. He'd have to wash his face too, ideally before Alleaya woke up...
