Chapter 84: Murderer

Chapter 84: Murderer

Ravins compound wasnt hard to find. And a compound it was, with multiple wood buildings surrounded by a palisade wood fence. Guards manned watchtowers at the corners, and a pair of menacing gate guards prevented anyone from getting in.

Vir jumped up onto a nearby rooftop with Neel to peek into the compound. What he saw impressed him. Unlike the run-down shacks that surrounded it, the handful of three-story buildings inside the fence were well built, and even sported carvings on its wooden architecture. A small garden occupied one corner, and a stone walkway extended from the entrance to homes and other structures.

Ravin had built himself a small oasis in the cesspool that was the Warrens. Vir might have thought it beautiful, if he was unaware of how Ravin had obtained such wealth.

Lahar hadnt been the only one exploited by the crime lord. Everyone Vir approached had similar stories. Either they knew of friends or family whod met misfortune by Ravins hand, or they themselves had been subjected to his cruelty. Vir couldnt find a single positive account of the man.

Whatever hesitation lingered in Virs heart evaporated after hearing their stories. Removing Ravin from power would be a boon to the Warrens.

A part of him wanted to believe that the Brotherhood was on the side of good, but another voice in his head said this was merely a coincidence. Vir didnt know how far the Brotherhood would go, but he sensed that theyd go to great lengths assuming the money was good.

It didnt matter. He didnt support the Brotherhood. This was merely a mutually beneficial business relationship, nothing more.

Neel wandered around the nearby rooftops while Vir spent a good hour monitoring the guards. The more he watched, the less impressed with their setup he grew. The guards in the towers slacked off most of the time, staring off at the horizon or taking quick naps when they thought they could get away with it.

The gate guards looked equally bored, but had fewer opportunities to slack than their tower friends. Still, apart from giving mean looks to passersby, Vir didnt get the feeling that they took their jobs seriously.

Finally, the complete lack of patrolsboth inside and outside the compoundshocked Vir. This was a far cry from the castle. Vir had not only infiltrated the castle grounds, but hed even gotten inside the princesss room. With the number of holes in their security perimeter, he wouldnt even need Dance of the Shadow Demon to break in.

Getting to Ravin wouldnt be the issue; there were only three buildings in the compound, and Vir figured Ravin would call the largest one home. It was what came after that frightened Vir.

Can I really kill him? Vir thought. Sure, he had the Brotherhoods mandate to kill this person. No one would fault him for doing so, and hed be improving the lives of many people.

But despite understanding this, Virs hands trembled, and nothing he did stopped it.

I need to calm my nerves.

Hed enact the plan tonight, in the dead of night. Not only would Dance of the Shadow Demon function better at night, but Ravin would be fast asleep. Hed sneak in, kill the man while he slept, and slip out. All without anyone knowing he was there. If he was lucky, his men would only find out the next morning, and by that time, Vir would be long gone.

For this mission, hed chosen a new disguise hed never used before. A dirty-looking Warren-dweller. With his ragged clothes, and with his chakris and chakrams gone for servicing, he fit right in.

Vir descended from the rooftop with Neel back to the alley and searched for the nearest food vendor. Unlike inside the city, there were no taverns here. Rather, vendors cooked and sold food from stalls right on the street. The wealthier ones had mobile stalls, while the cheaper options spread banana leaves on the filthy road and set their food right on top.

Not desiring to contract any fatal diseases, Vir selected one of the cleaner, fancier looking stalls. He bought a few vegetable kabobs, eating them as he walked. With his mind preoccupied with the upcoming assassination, he scarcely noticed their taste.

This is bad. I need to calm down, Vir thought. But that was easier said than done. The only one who remained oblivious was Neel, who kept stealing glances up at him, expecting food.

Vir found an empty alley spot and retrieved some dried food from his pack, placing them in a small bowl for Neel. He didnt dare let the bandy lick food up off the ground here.

He petted his faithful companion as he ate. Neels mere presence helped keep Vir grounded. The bandy had been at his side through thick and thin.

Youre such a good boy, Neel, Vir said, ruffling his fur. The bandy cooed appreciatively, but it was Vir who gained the most from the exchange. His worries just seemed to melt away.

Vir halted in his tracks. Can I do this? Could he really kill the man in front of his own wife and child? What if one of them woke up? Did he really have the right to deprive a child of their father? A wife of her husband?

His mind played worst-case scenarios endlessly on a loop, debilitating him. Virs heart pounded in his chest and he found himself unable to take even a single step forward.

Then his training took over. He fell into his Kalari deep breathing, slowing his heart and calming his nerves.

This changes nothing. Whether or not the man had a family, his atrocities remained. Just that Vir didnt know if he could live with himself after he did this deed. And yet, something propelled him to continue. A voice that said that nobody in this world was truly good or evil. That sometimes tumors had to be excised before they grew malignant.

Vir knew whose voice this was. It wasnt his. It was Ekanai. But the Reaper had no power over him here. He wasnt worried about possession. Rather

Isnt this what you want from me? You want me to kill Ravin, dont you?

But the voices in his head remained silent.

Vir took a deep breath and pressed on, bending his knees to reduce the sound of his footfalls. From the loud snores coming from Ravins bedroom, he neednt have bothered.

A Magic Lock barred Ravins door, and once again, Vir Danced past it rather than risk making sounds picking the lock. As hed recently learned, only poorly made locks could be picked. Good ones needed the orb to be unlocked before granting entry.

Vir slipped into the shadows and emerged right beside Ravin as he snored on his enormous bed. The bushy bearded man slept beside his daughter, who hugged his back, sleeping peacefully. On the other side of his bed, turned away, was Ravins wife.

For this mission, Vir wouldnt be using his katar. In fact, hed holstered the weapon in a padded pouches on his waist out of worry that it might make noise.

Instead, he produced a long, thin needle. When inserted in just the right way at exactly the right spot at the base of the neck, it would kill the man immediately. There was just one problem. Ravins daughter clung to her fathers back, her face resting against the back of his neck.

To kill him, Vir would have to come inches away from his young daughter.

He moved the needle closer. A foot away from the mans neck. An inch. He stopped.

Just another inch. A quick thrust and it would be all over. Hed activate Dance of the Shadow Demon and hed be gone before anyone saw him.

Then Virs eyes landed on Ravins daughter, only to find her staring at him, wide eyed. Perhaps either due to fear or shock, she said nothing. She merely stared.

Vir jerked in surprise, causing the needle to penetrate Ravins skin. The man jerked awake, confused.

With a deep breath, Vir drove the needle into Ravins neck.

Ravin roared in pain before going silent when his heart stopped. His cries were replaced by those of his daughter, who screamed an ear-piercing wail that deafened Vir.

With as high off the ground as Ravins bedroom was, Dance of the Shadow Demon took a full ten seconds to activate. Ten seconds that felt like ten hours to Vir as he stared at Ravins daughter.

He slipped into the shadows just as Ravins wife found a knife beside their bedside. He popped out in a nearby alley and fell to his knees, heaving.

Vir had succeeded. Hed killed his target in just a few seconds, and in doing so, had liberated dozens of people from the crime lords grasp.

And yet, all Vir could hear was Ravins daughters screaming over and over. Screams that would haunt him forever.