PREFACE. - THE INNOCENT RIVAL.
The figure that emerged gracefully from the shadows was outlined in midnight black silk. Even though I knew everything about her, every vile trait and skill, her beauty was enough to fool me into thinking she was angelic. The way her face was perfectly reserved, showing no emotions whatsoever, looked as innocent as a naïve child. It was impossible for someone that looked this pristine to be so immoral. Inevitable.
But that was what she was constructed to do. She was a creature of deception. An entity of treachery. A killer – no, more than that, a destroyer. She was taught to do anything to get to her prey; lie, betray, kill.
The snap of her stiletto heels stopped when she paused ten feet away from me. Her black eyes penetrated my face and her perfect lips turned up into a vicious grin, corrupting her harmless façade. She raised her scythe over her head, and that’s when my previous knowledge was affirmed.
I was looking into the eyes of the incarnation of pure evil.
Death.
