Death Of An Assassin

A simple stroll was all he was looking for, but fate wouldn't have it that way. Here he was, watching the scene unfold. My oh my. Cyanide had gotten stuck in the muck, and of course, someone had to come to her rescue. He was surprised when he saw Nnitoria, because he wouldn't have expected him of all wolves to give a shit about this bitch drowning in the depths. But alas, one of his favorites, Morphine, came onto the scene, trying to send both to hell. He watched eagerly, lips curled into a devilish smile. Death had always drawn him in, especially when it was the ones he disliked dying. If he was lucky he could fish out their corpse and have a feast on their dead bodies. Oh how delightful it all sounded! The lords mouth foamed with saliva, salmon toungue caressing his lips as he wiped it away. He couldn't wait... but, the tables turned again. Nnitoria had pulled the bitch out, and now the trio faced off. Words were spit here, venom was splashed there. Some odd bird flew above, taunting everything in its path. Two more wolves came onto the scene, one he did not know, but the other registered as Secrets daughter. Secret... god, her name brought tingles to his organs, especially the one between his legs. He could only imagine how tight her daughter would be... Would it be like fucking a mini her? He could see it now, him, pushing her against the earth, fucking her brains out while Morphine slithers over for a piece of her own... No. He needed to stop this shit, he was married to Newt... but he couldn't help but fantasize. He slithered toward the collection of wolves, amethyst eyes hovering over each face. He was right, each name he had said belonged to each face... But he did not know this riddle spitting bastard singing along with the bird. Who he was he did not care. He was simply enjoying the scene before him. "My, oh my. What have we here?" Lyrics fell like venom from the mans lips as they curled into an unnaturally proportioned smirk.