As-sas-inn. murderer especially one that murders a politically important person either for fanatical motives or for hire

She stared at the page. Murderer….

"Murderer," she whispered the word aloud, She like the way it sounded. "Murderer." She rolled it around in her mouth a bit. A wing twitched, and a glistening obsidian feather drifted to the ground in front of her. Her grin was feral.

"Who the hell are you?!" A shout, a scream. A shot, and there was only one once more.

"Murderer…." She jumped through the broken window and flew. And then, louder and more confidant, "Murderer."

"Mommy! Mommy, look! A demon!" She looked sharply at the dark haired girl, who was pointing at her and looking eagerly at a woman not far away. She assumed the woman to be the child's mother.

"Don't be silly, sweetie. There's no such thing as demons." The mother picked the child up and looked where she'd been pointing. "Besides, there's nothing there."

She continued on her way, but couldn't help but glance back at the child every couple minutes. Her mind was reeling. She had not been informed of another chosen. She would have been told, should have been told. Who was this child, this girl that could see her? Who was this child that could see her…and not fear her? Everyone who saw her feared her. She was Morte! She was death! The dark angel! She was indignant.

To be continued….