Black Dove: Prologue

7:00 P.M

Concorde Montparnasse

Paris, France

Target: Sarana Youle

The door slowly creaked open. I leaned back on my chair and took a sip of tea. A fifteen-year-old girl entered the room, looking nervous. I tried to smile warmly at her.

"Bonjour, Sarana." I greeted her. She stood rooted to the spot, but managed a small nod.

I licked my lips and put down my cup. Sarana looked uncomfortable, but I didn't mind. I always had that effect on other mortals.

"Oh please. Don't just stand there! Have a seat." I gestured to an armchair across from me, with the tea set between us. The girl shuffled to the indicated chair and settled down.

She was fingering the buttons on her blouse. There was a short silence, but finally, she spoke.

"I was thinking about your offer, Ms. Rouille..." She began.

I leaned forward expectantly. "Yes?" I asked, pushing her to go on. She gulped.

"Um, I'm so sorry...But I-I can't put myself on betraying the gods...Yes, my father, Apollo, abandoned me for fifteen years...but I still trust him." She finished. She was looking at the tiled floor.

I raised my eyebrows and reclined back in my chair. Then I cleared my throat and Sarana looked up. I smiled at her. She became confused and surprised when I stood up, approached her and hugged her tightly.

"I respect your decision." I told her.

"Thank you." Sarana replied shakily.

I let go of her and produced a long dagger from my belt.

"Ms. Rouille...? What are you doing?" Sarana's eyes widened in fear.

I smiled coldly at her. "Just relax, sweetheart. It'll all be over soon."

Sarana tried to scream, but my blade came first, an arc of silver impaling itself in her chest.

There was a final gasp from her as she slumped to the floor, her eyes wide open in shock. Blood seeped out from the open wound in her chest. I kneeled down and laid the blade next to her lifeless body. Perfect. The next day, when the maid will come, it'll made her look like the fool of a daughter of Apollo committed suicide.

I looked at the clock. 7:25. There's still time to come to the fashion show I was invited in. I took a final drink of tea, took my purse and exited through the fire exit.