Of course, when Sypheran asked me to join I was understandably confused, I had no idea what they did there! So the rest of our meal I was mostly silent, as he explained the 'operations' in questions. The Shadow Cult were people obbsessed with perfecting themselves, and becoming masters of stealth. They were also mercenaries, who did odd jobs, which allowed thm the money to keep themselves stable here. They wanted me because I was a sneaky person, or at least so Sypheran stated. "No one goes as long as you did in these parts without us knowing. The fact that you did shows you'd be a valuable asset."
I told him I would join him, but I would not be a killer, if they wished me to do jobs, I must be allowed the easy, simple ones that would leave no one harmed. I stressed this too him, he told me it would be no problem, we shook hands, and just like that I was part of the Shadow cult. I rained daily, with several others. I excelled, and quickly became high enough to recieve missions. I recieved them from Sypheran himself, who had become a good friend. We were often seen together, which many people took notice of.
I had never killed anyone before, not me personally, Nekal, in my form, had though. My missions were executed flawlessly, and often no one ever saw me. Those who did saw nothing but a black figure, and I soon got the nickname of "Spectre" by my comrades. For twenty years I did missions for the shadow cult, and each one started to get more and more dangerous. Finally, one came to an almost failur, when i was sent to steal a relic from a very rich family, and I was atacked by their body guards. They were no match for me, for the most part, but in the end it came down to kill or be killed, and I did not choose the latter.
No one told me the blood doesn't come off. I will always see the mans face when I fae a new opponent. He was just an innocent man, doing his job, and I took his life from him.
I told him I would join him, but I would not be a killer, if they wished me to do jobs, I must be allowed the easy, simple ones that would leave no one harmed. I stressed this too him, he told me it would be no problem, we shook hands, and just like that I was part of the Shadow cult. I rained daily, with several others. I excelled, and quickly became high enough to recieve missions. I recieved them from Sypheran himself, who had become a good friend. We were often seen together, which many people took notice of.
I had never killed anyone before, not me personally, Nekal, in my form, had though. My missions were executed flawlessly, and often no one ever saw me. Those who did saw nothing but a black figure, and I soon got the nickname of "Spectre" by my comrades. For twenty years I did missions for the shadow cult, and each one started to get more and more dangerous. Finally, one came to an almost failur, when i was sent to steal a relic from a very rich family, and I was atacked by their body guards. They were no match for me, for the most part, but in the end it came down to kill or be killed, and I did not choose the latter.
No one told me the blood doesn't come off. I will always see the mans face when I fae a new opponent. He was just an innocent man, doing his job, and I took his life from him.
