When We Arrive in Hell

⟬ Back on Moon Crescent Isle... ⟭ 

Zhevra of Blackrot Wound slid down her tree, still fuming in anger. 

Imperia was a fool.

She was dead. 

And for what? Following her heart? 

Her murderer, Krysaos, was also dead-- as was inevitable. 

...Her only regret in not killing him sooner. 

"You'z a real good shot with 'at--"

In an instant, Zhevra's dagger was pressed up against Stickyfingers' throat. 

"Eh?" The Corallidus held his hands up, "What's 'is about? Wasn't we s'pposed ta be partners, Zhev?"

"Do not be confused," Zhevra angled her blade downward, shoving the man's chest with the back of her hand. 

"I only have *one* partner," She said in a low voice. "*You* are accomplice."

It was almost insulting. 

Zhevra was an Assassin... and she had allowed herself to be caught unaware by a man from a lower-tier Class.