The Killing Type
Kellan was quite easily the very worst assassin in the
world. He would assume that the school kept him out of pity, or some kind of
nefarious plot involving a destiny hitherto unknown, but his dad was the
headmaster, which probably had a lot more to do with it. In his heart, Kellan
was an architect. He kept notebooks and notebooks full of sketches of buildings
he’d seen and buildings he’s quite like to build some day. There wasn’t much to
do while lurking on walls waiting for targets to practice his crossbow
technique, so he sketched instead.
He was supposed to be training in demon-hunting, but of
course that wasn’t quite working out either. He found the demons to be far too
sly and tricky, almost as shameless when it came to cheating at games as some of
his classmates at the assassin school. They made for much better friends then
they did targets. He would go in, make a lot of noise, pose dramatically over
the sprawling demon, then insist on doing his own cleaning up while his
examiners left. Then, he’s match wits with the demon in question using a pack
of strategy cards, or some ancient game from the underworld. It was an entertaining
way to pass an evening. He just hoped
his father wouldn’t find out, because he rather suspected he’d be in a heap of
trouble.
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