Pov: You are a badass assassin. (Playlist)

Why do we fear the darkness of the night, when light can burn us to ashes. The night keeps us safe until the day come to burn evrything to ash, so it can bring us back the darkness of the night.

"It doesn't feel so monstrous after a while. I was being killed slowly, drowning in all the things I needed and how little anyone seemed to care. Unlike them, I'm a professional. I make it quick. Survival, THRIVING, isn't a sin. Why should I fear the light of day? It was the dark that held me in the night."

This is the only playlist that makes me think of an assissin that stays completely alone

The people in the comments are really creative with the stories they wrote. They all match the playlist perfectly. Good job all of you!

The sight when crimson cleanses rot, isn't it blissful?

If only you knew, child. This world holds just as many horrors as it does miracles. There are many people who want me dead for being able to think for myself, to thrive in places others would die, and for the skills I possess. I'm not an evil person, I've just seen too many dark souls to hope for the light.

Since everyone is writing a story. I'll write one too. Okay, let's start. "I was once a man, a human just like you. I killed for my Lord. Sacrificed my all. Now, look at me. Look at us. Fighting against each other. Me for myself and you for those who once employed me." The soldier looked at his opponent and sighed. " Do you still want to fight? Cause you will die." The youth in front of him nervously touched his sword. That nervousness turned into resolve as he pulled out his sword. " For the glory of my homeland, I fight. I do not fight for your employers." The soldier looked on with slight pity in his eyes before he disappeared. The youth was surprised, 'Where is he?' Suddenly the world turned upside down. The youth caught a glimpse of a headless corpse holding his weapon. ' How is this possible?' There was no response. The last thing the youth heard before he died was " Your homeland employed me."

He slams his first against the mirror, the blood seeping in between the cracks. He looks at his own broken reflection with wild eyes, nothing inside them but blank fear. "She's coming. For everything. There's nothing we can do." He turned around but he was alone. He always had been. Blood drips onto the cold stone tiles as he paces, mindlessly, seeing nothing that was in front of him. What do you do when you're finally cornered? When your life drips out footstep by footstep as she approaches? What does the wild animal feel when the trigger is pulled, what will I do when she knocks on the door? A bang and he whirls around. She's here. For a swift transaction, a gentle thing, the right thing, to her. A death. A soul for a price. By selling mine does she sell her own? Bang. Bang. Bang. Knocking on the door. How polite. Maybe if I accept this transaction, how this is going to be, then I don't have to be afraid. Why bother running? Why bother fearing? She gets us all, in the end. A cold clinical transaction. Bang. Bang.

By the time it started to pour, both men fell to the muddy ground as they wrestled to overpower each other. One of them was a lean young man in his mid 20s who managed to weasel their way out of the other’s grip and crawled away to catch his breath. While his opponent was just a bit older but much more muscular and bulky. He came barreling forward, sending a devastating blow to Jay’s gut which sent him to his knees then proceeded to hold him down on the muddy dirt, sending a max of three punches. Vision gone red. Body aches. Numb and swollen features. Muffled cheers and laughs from the small crowd of people who found it entertaining. Until a memory came to mind. A voice in fact, of his boyfriend: Jay, promise me, you won’t do anything rash. I know you want to do the right thing. I know you to not look over your shoulder every time we go outside, but why fight? Why fight when we’re not going to win? Why change that. You…and me, Paige, we …could stay here. The three of us. Where it’s safe from this lawless and cruel world.” Struggling, clawing, kicking, spitting, anything that could be used. He quickly scooped some mud in his free hand and slammed it into the burly man’s face, blinding him. As Jay rolled out of the way and got up fear had finally struck. His body trembled. His muscles tensed up. Jaw clenched. His lungs screamed for air despite breathing through his nose. There was always some part of him that knew this would lead to his death, that his consequences finally caught up, that every person was out to get him. That every choice led him down this path. But then another part of him said the complete opposite. That he had to fight. If he fought, he’d win. If he didn’t, he would die. And they’ll die and everything would’ve been for nothing! With all the courage he could muster, a surge of adrenaline distracted from the pain as he lunged forward. Bam! One final strike to the jaw. And the fight was over. The young man huffed as he raised one of his bloody fists before falling to his knees. It was over. He did it. He won. But why did something feel off? It was so quiet that the sound of mud being squished could be well heard. Something was wrong. Really wrong. And then the sound of slow claps turned his attention to a middle-aged woman in a military uniform sporting an umbrella. Just her presence alone was intimidating. That could only me one thing. “Well, Jay, I can happily say that I’m impressed by you. I truly am. Your will and determination to conquer anything in your path is admirable which that is why you are my favorite…well, were. So unless you tell me who executed my men like that, I won’t hesitate to do the same with your…partners.” She said. There was no emotion neither from her words nor her face. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, that’s what made her so dangerous. Jay stayed silent and only glared daggers at her. “Maybe you would like Paige to have blood leak out for her nose, eyes, and choke on it. For Duncan I can have him repeatedly stabbed with a pencil. Or you know what! I simply mute them so they can’t scream. Just. Like. You. Before Jay could any sort of movement, she lodged a bullet in his side. His body fell limp; blood, rain, and mud mixed and blended together as the last memory was not of the woman who shot him, but of his lovers. His friends. His so called home. Then it hit him, blinding lights, a ferris wheel, echoed laugher, and what was indescribable words warped into a one final breath.

My name is Kiarix. For a year now I've lived in the castle, acting as head mage. There is no one stronger than me, in terms of magic power. However, the queen to be, Roa, has been abusing her power for far too long. I can't stand to see her hurt my dear Steiya, her own sister and my lover, any longer. I suppose, my past might come in handy once again. Long before I became head mage, I was the most feared assassin of a neighboring Kingdom, but I disappeared after a kill gone wrong. I'm not disappointed about that now, I came here and found my Steiya. Now, I must protect her and kill the queen. One last assassination, and then we'll be free at last.

I am writing a book and the main character is an assassin. This playlist was recommended to me, I HAVE TO listen to it.

It's playlists like this that give me motivation to write away. Makes that scene feel so much more real when I listen to them.

" The world is simply eat or be eaten. Why would I apologize for trying to survive in this cruel world?... Now... where did I stop again? "

This is the **** best playlist I have ever had for the book I'm writing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🖤🖤⚔⚔🖤🖤 It literally fits every scene perfectly!!!!! All hail the assasin

We fight in the dark to serve the light

Pov Heavy breathing and labored steps echoed through the dark and empty halls. A shaded figure ripped past room after room, until finally they turned, but not to run. A loud sound of breaking glass that echoed through the halls. With that a beautiful stain glass mosaic of a woman and child fractured and spilled on to the glassy floors. With that momentum being ripped from their grasp they turned to the hall. A deafening heart beat rung in their ears. As yelling, screaming, and the shifting of armor grew near. "Get them!!" An enraged guard bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Their cornered", screamed another. One step, two step, three step. "We got you now!" Four step, five... wall. No, rail this was a balcony. Many would see it foolish to what they would do next, but only those experienced would do such a thing. Legs flung high into the air. "Their gonna jump" Falling, falling it was far higher than they had imagined. Now, a thud was heard on the roof top, followed by another, and another, rolling now. Only to spring up into the air. Flying from balcony, to balcony, roof top, to roof top all the way from the castle to homes. Only then was a small whine heard from the figure. A whining baby. "Hush, hush now you're safe", they said in a labored, sing, song voice. "It's alright my darling." ..... So much for that kill, now they know it was me.

eye to eye head to head breath to breath. hands down leg downs.

I love. There are so much beauty in the dark.

that quote could use an upgrade, like: "I have found as much beauty in the Dark as I've found horrors in the Light"

I'm reading Crown of Midnight by Sarah J. Maas right now. This is perfect for Celaena Sardothien.