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“ Do you know who I am, little wolf?” Victoria Stephens gulped. She had to fucking sensually gulped at my question. Her little nodding made me growl. “ Use your words,” I growl making her quiver. Her fear and helplessness right now make her more attractive in my eyes. The sight of her trembling always makes me want to own her. She met my eyes and gulped. “ Y-You’re the…executioner,” she mentioned and shut her eyes as if who I am burns her. I nodded and smirked, satisfied at her fears. “I do not just kill, Victoria. I execute the most painful death,” I whispered and push her again before storming out of the room.

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“You will condemn him to death, right?” “Yes. I have to.” “I know. Must I….Do I have to attend his execution?” “No.” I let out a relieved little sigh. “Thank you. I- I already saw him die once. I don’t know the man in the dungeons...he’s not my father.” Bowden nods and stretches his long legs out in front of him. “I understand. I’ll take care of it.” He frowns at the book and turns it around, staring at the rough leather cover and carefully opens it to reveal the first page. “A hunter’s guide to eradicating all things unnatural,” he says.

Gig's eyes seemed to read every youth's face in the hall, as her voice boomed deafeningly, "And what do you think is the tenet of executors? We are the world's conscience, to carve the golden path for humanity, enforce laws, and protect the realm, ushering an era of peace. "If you fear the might of other candidates, then keep cowering in your boots instead of taking the exams! If you want to be an executor, then strive hard and fear nothing!"

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

Not about the murder, but about the vision I just had and whatever changes are wrecking through my body at this moment? “The signs are clear as day, the compromise runs deeper than we could have ever anticipated,” the council leader is saying. “What compromise is he talking about?” My head hurts from trying to process everything that has happened tonight. “I'm not…” “Proceed with the execution” he commands. My words quickly die on my lips. The executioner steps forward holding a silver blade in his right hand even as the circle beneath me begins to glow brighter, each of the markings igniting one after another, a dark ancient power rising in a torrent.

They just wait and a few days from now, someone will die next to them. I sat in my chair and ignored them. I know they still accuse me but I don’t care what they think of me anymore. I'll just prove to them that I'm the one who kills when it's time for them to die. They don’t catch me that easily. All my plans are fine, nothing will change to that. The next one I will kill is George. He was too talkative.

I saw Calhoun occupied, tearing into a wolf, and then I saw him. The Executioner. He was rising from the dirt, his silver mask cracked, his movements slow and predatory. Jinx was distracted, her back turned as she spoke to Calhoun. She looked so human in that moment, beautiful yet vulnerable despite the light leaking from her skin. The Executioner pulled a hidden dagger, the blade coated in a shimmering, oily purple toxin. He didn't go for Calhoun. He went for the prize. He went for Jinx. Time didn't just slow down, it stopped.

The cage in my chest rattled violently. “You killed her,” I whispered. “You burned my home. You murdered my father.” “I didn’t kill her.” He shrugged, utterly indifferent. “I just opened the door for the rogues. Elena Ashford gave the orders. I was merely the executioner.” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “And you, little wolf, are the unfinished business.” He uncorked the vial. The dark liquid hissed, releasing a foul, acrid scent that made my stomach turn.

Kyra begged him and managed to hold his hand, but Aiden slipped his hand away and said instead; “You have the light within you. All you have to do is trust it.” And then he said, “I don’t know why, but I guess someone wants me to remind you of that.” And after saying that, he walked back to where he stood before and there was a slight confusion on his face. Kyra blinked her eyes and folded her hand which she used to hold Aiden and she could feel something in there. “You may now begin,” Elder Kane said to the executioner and Kyra saw the huge vampire swinging the huge sword effortlessly as he sauntered forward to kill her.