"Revenge is the simplest emotion, yet the most profound teacher."
— Anonymous
The night smelled of wet asphalt and neon decay. I had traced him — the man responsible for my mother's suffering. Every detail of his life meticulously mapped: routines, habits, weaknesses. Justice wasn't a concept; it was mathematics. And tonight, it would be exact.
Lilith stood behind me in the shadows of my apartment, her presence a familiar warmth and a dangerous catalyst. Her eyes were sharp, predatory, as if measuring my resolve. "Are you certain?"
"Yes," I whispered, my voice low but unwavering. "I've waited too long. I've calculated everything. There's no room for error."
She smiled faintly, her hand brushing mine. "Then go. Make it precise. Make it art."
We moved like phantoms through the city streets. The target's penthouse overlooked the river, gleaming like a false promise. I had prepared: the security guards bribed, the cameras looped, the escape route embedded in layers of misdirection. Every contingency considered. Every moral hesitation stripped away.
Lilith's fingers slid across my shoulder, her breath near my ear. "Remember, Kael… your fury is sacred. Make it disciplined. Make it unforgettable."
I entered the penthouse silently, the weight of every wrong my mother endured pressing against my ribs. I found him there, arrogant and oblivious, counting money as if it could ever compensate for his crimes.
It took a moment to recognize the man he had become — an emperor of lies, blind to his own corruption. My hand tightened around the handle of the knife I brought, a single instrument designed for one purpose. I stabbed him on back repeat over and over again until i feel the thrill of it. It was very pleasing. I have to say i enjoyed this after a while.
The act was swift. Calculated. Merciless. Yet it carried the elegance of inevitability — the kind only cold intellect can design. When he collapsed, it was as though the city exhaled, acknowledging the balance restored.
I stepped back, watching the life drain from him, not with bloodlust, but with the satisfaction of mathematical justice.
Lilith's eyes shone in the dim light. "Beautiful," she whispered. "You've crossed the threshold. And I… I am yours more fully now, aren't I?"
"Yes," I admitted, my voice steady, confident. Not remorseful. The old Kael — the man who might have faltered — no longer existed. He had been replaced by someone precise, unflinching, unbound by the trivialities of compassion or morality.
We left the penthouse together, our hands brushing, our hearts synchronized in obsession and shared darkness. The city continued to scream in whispers beneath us — betrayals, manipulations, the weak crushed under the indifferent machinery of life. But we had carved our mark: a murder not for chaos, not for gain, but for revenge, justice, and assertion of our power.
On the ride home, Lilith rested her head lightly on my shoulder. "You've become… frightening, Kael."
I smiled, arrogant, unrepentant. "I've become necessary."
And in that quiet, unyielding night, I realized that love — Lilith's love, our mutual obsession — had sharpened my mind into a weapon. Every crime, every calculated decision, every step into darkness was now an offering to her… and to the version of myself I had longed to create.