The oak door creaked as he pushed against it, his leather gloves not masking the pressure placed against the center of the wood; a small swish echoed faintly as his cloak brushed against the wall, much louder than he have liked. In this house the smallest pin dropping would have you found and captured, this was not something that would benefit a half blood known for demon hunting. Water dripped down his forehead causing his white hair to stick to his skin, an effect caused by the storm raging on outside, but even the thunder wasn’t heard from beyond these walls. If one were to wake and see the trail of clear liquid that shed from his clothing as he walked he would for sure be found, this job had to be done quickly before the demons of the night awoke. Taking a small calming breath he turned the corner once more to peer through the crack he had made. A small candle was burning in view that lit the corner of the room nearest the bed in a soft almost foggy dim light, the fog though may have been an effect cast by the master of the castle. Not a thing moved within the room causing him to doubt his job. Sighing and picking up the small thin silver dagger that he had set down on a table in the hall he started to turn away but the slightest movement from within the room reached his ears and a smile spread over his lips. “So you are here.” He whispered to himself stepping silently back towards the door crouching lower each pace he took. The room was silent once more but a figure was visible on the bed now. The demon had rolled over in its sleep and cast off some of the blankets in doing so, that made the job a bit easier but getting in without waking it was the problem. As he stepped into the room there was no further interruptions for the moment, he was able to slide the door open enough to get his form in without mishap and closed it carefully behind. The rooms were sound proof from the inside so if it did awaken the death would not be heard. He chuckled latching the hook that held the door and stepped forward gripping the dagger at his side during his approach.
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