17th Searing, 4622
Salen had been digging around in the underworld of Genteven and had snatched himself a contract to assassinate a Veir under the name of Delar Ladoure, known for doing bad and dirty deeds, particularly to women. It wasn't surprising that most of the Veir wanted him dead as he had driven himself to gaining a very unpopular name. That night, Salen had charmed his way in securing himself an escort at the party, only it didn't seem to have lasted that long. Their relationship, tragic and yet bitter sweet as he hung losely against the bed, strangled and freshly siphoned upon, like a predator in the night. He stared at the mirror, remorseless only with a single desire to gaze upon the narcissistic reflection he has built for himself.
A man of pure beauty and innocent, even though his motifs are questionable. He let the man he was staying with hang as if he strangled himself, a Veir named Salco Emenite, another undesirable of Daravinic society. Perhaps if rumors flew about that there was a killer on the loose, it would start an inquiry, however he had subtle ways of dealing with things. He sighed "I'm sorry, it just wasn't meant to be..." He said with a snicker "I love you, but I love me more..." He lingered onwards as he left the building by jumping from the balcony. He could only describe one cause of death that served him right.
Erotic Asphyxiation.
That night, Salen used the very invitation that he had secured freely from his place to pass at one of the soirees that had been known to be a private gathering for Valran. Salen was clearly looking for leads, someone to boost his family interest and not be the burden to some bore that would increasingly involve them in political games; He knew what he wanted and was self-assured of it. He was dressed stylishly, in the white and gold regalia that he was given to get dressed at before Salco was seduced under Salen's sexual spell, not that he would admit that, but it was hardly a game to play here.
Salen simply wanted one thing.
Information.
How was he going to get it?
Salen had been digging around in the underworld of Genteven and had snatched himself a contract to assassinate a Veir under the name of Delar Ladoure, known for doing bad and dirty deeds, particularly to women. It wasn't surprising that most of the Veir wanted him dead as he had driven himself to gaining a very unpopular name. That night, Salen had charmed his way in securing himself an escort at the party, only it didn't seem to have lasted that long. Their relationship, tragic and yet bitter sweet as he hung losely against the bed, strangled and freshly siphoned upon, like a predator in the night. He stared at the mirror, remorseless only with a single desire to gaze upon the narcissistic reflection he has built for himself.
A man of pure beauty and innocent, even though his motifs are questionable. He let the man he was staying with hang as if he strangled himself, a Veir named Salco Emenite, another undesirable of Daravinic society. Perhaps if rumors flew about that there was a killer on the loose, it would start an inquiry, however he had subtle ways of dealing with things. He sighed "I'm sorry, it just wasn't meant to be..." He said with a snicker "I love you, but I love me more..." He lingered onwards as he left the building by jumping from the balcony. He could only describe one cause of death that served him right.
Erotic Asphyxiation.
That night, Salen used the very invitation that he had secured freely from his place to pass at one of the soirees that had been known to be a private gathering for Valran. Salen was clearly looking for leads, someone to boost his family interest and not be the burden to some bore that would increasingly involve them in political games; He knew what he wanted and was self-assured of it. He was dressed stylishly, in the white and gold regalia that he was given to get dressed at before Salco was seduced under Salen's sexual spell, not that he would admit that, but it was hardly a game to play here.
Salen simply wanted one thing.
Information.
How was he going to get it?
