The Killing Goes with the 3; little Knife

The King's Irish tend to bob and weave and buckle under my belt. I smash the face in before I have a hairsbreadth to keep going. I chance a second glance and I realize his nose is only crooked and he almost croaked. "Ahhhh Celaena's bechosen come to beat me." I spit in his mouth as a sign of respect to my Queen. "Say it again and I'll rub it in your Eye this time." I smudge his forehead with ash and the scream comes before I have a second to rebound. The breath little one, the breath. Not me, so her. Lilith always calls me the little knife and she calls her little one. It's because she must and may not keep going without orders from her King Jasper. I spit on the floor just to sicken myself and him. Jasper. Jasper. Jasper. Jaspeer. A name I just keep hearing and repeating. A man whose weight is only in gold and not hers.

I see her slip every time I'm around him and I have to remind myself it's me. Not him. The one who begs to be in her nightgown yet doesn't shield her. Him. I bite my lip full of blood just to know I'm alive and seen.

The Commoner spits out and up and he just almost hocks on a lung full of silt. His own. Caught. I crouch beside him, wishing she was and was not here. I don't let her see my face because I know the world would burn before us if we did. I rip of my half mask and smile at the stranger with Hazelnut eyes.

The fight is here and none is more ready than our Ebony God, Spyrt; Jasper Sullivans the pirate King; and Selana Arabella Lestranga. Ole, sweet Jazz hid her second naming just to gut her from sternum to hilt. A second chance I will never take.

"Because I do the working for heeeeeer." I meant it for Lilith but spat in the stranger's face instead. This is taking too long. I rear back and fling my tobacco in his eye and the symphony begins once more. A laugh to the silence and the melody he wants to chime along with me so cruel it's obviously not mine. 

The bear withdraws and slashes when it's poked for funnies. 

I crouch low again "I never kick in the ribs because yous do that filth." I spit again for enunciation. "God I'm always mad." They become my priests then they become my parfum that I wear for my Queen Selanaaaa. Her second naming finally gifted to me from Ebony & Lilith. For my curling work. 

I start my art for the Red Queen before I have a moment to vomit. Done. Space and Time continue for me. Not I. 

She's here master Knife. 

Master? Master. I've made it to the top boys. 

She hasn't, but you're there to lend Little One a bleeding, bloody hand to her top of tops. 

How innocent, Lilith. My goddess is not her's but it is mine instead. 

He's abandoning 

As always. 

Good. The Ebb & Flow are both here to make sure I Fulfill my duties as a servant to the Red One. 

She's moving Killian. 

I'll guide her from the back. 

Go if you may and therefore must, as a God little knife. 

God status. I like God status. 

We know.