The
Avalon Estate
stood tall at the heart of the noble district, its towering spires and gilded gates a symbol of wealth and power. But tonight, it would be
reduced to nothing but a memory soaked in blood
.
Seraphis moved through the moonlit streets, her black uniform blending into the shadows, the white raven insignia on her arms barely visible in the dim glow of the lanterns. The weight of what she was about to do
did not faze her
—these nobles had stolen lives, turned people into monsters, and sold human souls like cattle.
They thought they were untouchable.
Tonight, she would prove them wrong.
The Infiltration
The
first two guards never saw her coming
.
A flick of her wrist, and two of her razor-sharp playing cards
whistled through the air
, embedding themselves in their throats. The only sound was a soft gurgle before their bodies crumpled to the cobblestone.
She moved quickly, scaling the high walls with the grace of a phantom. A single
silent leap
, and she landed on the rooftop balcony, crouching low as her eyes scanned the dimly lit corridors inside.
Her hands moved on instinct—
cards, daggers, silence
.
One by one, the guards inside fell, their bodies
dragged into the shadows
before they could alert anyone. The estate was large, but Seraphis had
memorized its layout
before coming. She knew exactly where to go.
She reached a
lavish sitting room
, its walls lined with paintings of
dead ancestors
—men who had likely been just as
corrupt and cruel
as their descendants.
A nobleman sat at a desk, pen in hand,
signing documents in candlelight
.
Before he could lift his head,
a cold blade pressed against his throat
.
“Speak,” she whispered, her voice sharp as steel.
His hands
shook
, ink spilling across the parchment. “W-who are you?”
She applied
slight pressure
, feeling his pulse quicken beneath the edge of her dagger.
“You know exactly who I am.”
His breath hitched. “You’re—”
A clean
slash
, and his
lifeless body slumped forward
, blood soaking into the papers beneath him.
She moved before his corpse had time to cool.
The Bloodbath
Avalon Estate was
filled with murderers
, men and women who had orchestrated
the kidnappings, the experiments, the horrors beneath the ruins
.
None of them would leave this place alive.
Seraphis became a
storm of death
, her
cards slicing through flesh
, her
daggers finding throats and hearts with effortless precision
. The hallways became her hunting ground, the nobles and their personal guards barely having time to scream before their lives were
snuffed out in silence
.
She
relished their terror
—the realization that they were
no longer the ones in control
, that they were now the
prey
.
One noble
tried to run
, stumbling down the stairs in a desperate attempt to escape.
A card
pierced his spine
, sending him crashing face-first onto the marble floor. He gasped for breath, clawing at the ground as Seraphis walked up behind him.
“P-please… I had nothing to do with it,” he wheezed.
Seraphis knelt beside him, tilting her head. “Lies.”
A quick
twist of her blade
, and the house lost another
corrupt soul
.
The Cover-Up
By the time the
moon hung high
, the
Avalon bloodline had been wiped from history
.
But she wasn’t done yet.
She
moved through the house
,
planting false evidence
—bloodstained documents, forged letters,
manufactured clues that would point to a mysterious outside force
. She made it
look like Avalon had been targeted
, like
they themselves had been the victims
of the same kidnappers they had once controlled.
When the
bodies were found
, the city would assume they had been
punished by an even greater force
.
The nobility would be
paralyzed with fear
, and more importantly—
the kidnappings would stop
.
The Silent Dawn
As the
first light of morning
painted the city in gold and crimson, Seraphis watched from the rooftops.
Guards and nobles
rushed to the estate
, their faces
pale with horror
as they discovered the massacre.
Whispers would spread.
Rumors of ghosts, of divine retribution, of a force that struck without warning and disappeared without a trace.
She smiled beneath her mask.
She had made
an example
of House Avalon.
And the city had
gotten the message
.
No one would be stolen from their homes again.
Seraphis turned, vanishing into the waking city.
Her work here was done.