He backed away from the bodies of two parents laying upon the dirt floor, wiping the dagger wet with blood upon a rag in the kitchen.
He did so hate killing the weak and useless..
Tossing the bloodied rag at the nearest corpse, the young mother with her gaze forever transfixed at the second room with a look of complete fear, he stepped over her without a second glance to enter the small bedroom.
A makeshift bed lay in a corner, its threadbare sheets folded with care and a pair of lumpy pillows laying side by side, and hand-me-down crib sat beside it.
Stepping across the room, his eyes caught what he was looking for, a child of a few weeks, a daughter he could now see, whose body was lined by the telltale signs of magic power-- it was a faint lining, but surely there was something that could be done with her.
He had seen the couple carrying their baby through the market square of Westbridge but had distanced himself to keep from being noticed in his stalking.. But after following them to their home and awaiting nightfall, they would be prime for the picking.
The screams of the little girl were muted by the sphere of silence, but the emotions were still strong, as he picked her up from her crib.
Stalking back through the house, he opened the front door and stepped into the darkness of night. Outside, cloaked in shadows of black and purple and hidden to the naked eye, his two guards entered the house to clean up after his .. "mess."
Turning to face the ramshackle door that protected this feeble family from its hidden gem, he scrawled the mark of his lord in magic upon the door for the other cult followers to see..
Casting a spell of relocation, he moved to the next location a child was sighted..
