The Legacy Begins (closed)
The coldness of the gun is unusual. Most of the time they have a balanced weight and warm up to her hand, but this one remains cold. A strange sense of power surrounds it. A spirit is deeply attached to this item that Maiya snatched from it’s owner.
$100,000 at least was not within her budget. Stealing is not out of her morals. Those do not exist for the assassin, other than not murdering children and things such as that. Stealing it was definitely within the perameters of what is acceptable to Maiya.
Her hand sets the gun to the side. That is to be used later.. For now she must make the circle. A heavy sigh is realeased as she pulls back her sleeve and dips her hand into the chilled blood of her recent contract.
Blood drizzles from her hand as she draws the last inch to close the circle. Might as well get tha catalyst now. The stench of blood may draw people here all too soon, and she won’t have time to clean herself before they arrive.
The Colt .38 revolver, year 1934, is placed into the circle by her bloodied hands. As suspected, she used every last drop. Another deep breath comes and goes as she begins the words to summon her servant. The heavy glow is a surprise, along with the gusts of wind hastily whistling past her ears.
With hope, she’ll get the Servant she’s awaiting.