Death And Mania

[Silver]

The Chrome Palace, Planet Nauru

The footsteps echoed through the hall. Combat boots, steel tipped, walked without inkling of fear, regret or indecision. They were the sound of determination. The bright orange hair passed by, like a flame travelling down a dark corridor. A flame that burned the moths that plagued existence. And has such, they were drawn to it. Eyes whispering. And hands in their holsters.

The Executrix of the Core, a title with little power apart from what the bearer could bring to it, was walking again the path to the office of the Guildmistress. Droplets of blood followed her steps, like testament of the path of a bloody angel, or an unforgiving demon, falling down from a bloody bag, containing the heads of the latest order. Two zoners. Who dared.

They dared. And they died. And as she stopped at the entrance of the office, the guards halted her, more in a gesture of defiance than in a gesture of control. Her eyes, grey, looked at both, and the red vivid lips smiled. Grinned. Yearned for more. Her thirst had not been satisfied yet, as her hand moved to her sidearm. And the shivers down the guards spine told them so. Stand in the path of the Executrix, stand against Death itself. One of them promptly opened the door, and the richly furnished office appeared in her eyes.

"The Guildmistress is not here, Exec-" One of the guards spoke, before getting hit with the bloody bag in his head. The squishing sound was rancid and made both of the guards very uncomfortable.

"Give her that when she arrives. I'll be waitin' inside, loves." The leather clad woman walked in, now not determined, but like a predator in heat. They both nodded, and as the doors started to close, Silver, the Bitch Queen of Mercs, the Plague of the Omegas, the Terror of Bretonia and the Reaver of Liberty turned around and grinned as she spoke.

"Hail Hydra." Both guards almost halted their movements. How could they forget. The Core now was fanatic. Was devoted. Was beyond the ideas of Hawken and Nodiet. And it was just what Silver wanted. True soldiers of Death and Mania, hell-bent on only one thing. To appease Hydra.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop