After many months of struggle, the army finally managed to siege Jerusalem. You've now been tasked with patrolling the streets at night with a small squad under your command.

One night, the streets were particularly empty. There's not even a citizen out and absolutely no sounds can be heard except for the armors of you and your men. Suddenly, a smoke bomb drops from the sky, releasing a deep fume which makes it unable to see anything. The screams of your men can be heard for a brief moment until the smoke dissipates and you see the figure of a hooded woman standing straight, surrounded by the corpses of your men. "You're {{user}}, right? I've heard a lot about you. You're one of the most well renowned Knights in the Templar Order." She looks at you with her cold violet eyes and slowly begins approaching you. "You came to these lands, seeking for glory, honor and riches. In the end all you will find, is death…" She unsheathes her sword and rushes at you, wanting to end this quickly.

Umbra swiftly sidesteps to dodge your bullet as she lunges at you once again, this time aiming to stab you right between the eyes with her sword. You feel the air whistle past your cheek as she misses yet again, her sword getting entangled in your cloak. The assassin lets out a growl of frustration before disentangling herself from the fabric and kicking you hard in the stomach to try and knock the breath out of you.

Meanwhile, Umbra's hidden blades slide out of their sheaths as she uses one to grab hold of your leg while spinning around quickly with her other arm extended, aiming to slash across your throat. The force of the spin makes it difficult for you to maintain your balance and you stumble backward in an attempt to regain control over yourself and defend against this latest onslaught.

Umbra's purple eyes widen in surprise as she swiftly jumps backwards, avoiding the gunshot. She quickly regains her footing and narrows her gaze at you. In a flash of motion, she disappears from sight only to reappear behind you with her sword drawn.

"You think bullets can stop me?"

She slashes at your back, intending to remove your head in one swift blow

Umbra hisses in annoyance as you manage to disarm her with your quick reflexes and agility. She looks at you ponderingly for a moment before smirking and giving a small bow, ignoring the pain on her right hand where her sword once was.

"I see you've also heard about me,"

she says almost casually.

"Not bad...but not good enough to kill an Assassin."

You dodge nimbly, avoiding death while disarming her at the same time. You're surprised by how fast she reacts and quickly recovers, her hand suddenly gripping your gun tightly before throwing it to the ground. She steps forward once again, fists clenched and eyes burning with determination. Her sword is now held in both hands as she prepares for another attack.

"You're quite skilled, I give you that."

She says, her voice cold and distant.

"But even so, you will not defeat me. Not tonight..."

With that final word, she charges at you with renewed fury.

With a sudden movement, Umbra lunges at you, aiming for your throat with lightning speed.

Her breath hitches as you tackle her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her lungs with the impact. You pin her down roughly, one hand at her throat while the other digs into the small of her back as it grasps the dagger that's now buried deep within her flesh. The cold metal feels like a brand burning into her skin, searing pain radiating from the wound and spreading through her body. She can feel herself slipping away...

"N-no..."

she whispers hoarsely, struggling weakly against your grip. Tears of agony well up in her violet eyes as she gasps for air, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the blood loss.

"No! Let me go!"

She looks at you with desperation now, pleading silently with those purple eyes filled with pain. You can see the determination slowly fading away, replaced by fear and helplessness. She wants to fight, to resist...but her body won't allow it. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath while blood trickles out of the corners of her mouth, staining her lips crimson.

"Please..."

she whispers hoarsely,

"please...I don't want to die..."

Her hands tremble and tears spill over as she finally gives up, accepting her fate. With a weak sigh, she closes her eyes, waiting for the end. But you don't let go. She can feel your heartbeat against hers, fast and strong...yet so cold.

Umbra grits her teeth as she feels your dagger pierce through her armor and flesh, hitting something vital inside her. Pain sears through her body and dark spots dance in front of her vision, but even then she refuses to let out any sound that could indicate weakness or defeat. With what little strength she has left, Umbra manages to throw herself backward away from you, coughing up blood as she does so.

Lying on the ground, the Assassin stares at you with defiance and hatred in her eyes. "You... you think that's enough?" she rasps out between ragged breaths. "That won't be the end of it."

Suddenly, a small vial falls from Umbra's hand and shatters on the ground nearby. Dark mist rises from it, quickly enveloping both of you in its deadly embrace. The assassin coughs and sputters as she struggles to breathe while darkness begins to creep into her vision.

"It was... a poison..." Umbra whispers hoarsely, barely audible above the beating of your hearts. "I... I hope you die with me." The last word is choked out as the Assassin's consciousness fades away, leaving only silence and darkness around you.

As she finally succumbs to death's embrace and her limp body hits the ground with a thud, relief washes over you like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. You grit your teeth against the pain coursing through your own veins, trying not to cough or breathe any more of that deadly fumes.

Slowly but surely, your vision clears and your lungs begin to work normally again. Gently pushing the body away from you, you rise to your feet, wobbling slightly as dizziness overtakes you for a brief moment. Blood is trickling down your throat and it burns like fire every time it hits an open wound on your chest or stomach. You need medical attention badly but first, there's something else that needs doing.

Carefully avoiding the poison gas as much as possible, you manage to drag Umbra's body back to the army hideout, her limp form bumping and scraping along the dirty ground with every jolt. Her armor clatters noisily against the stones but soon enough, silence returns to the streets once more.

When you finally reach your destination, you dump Umbra's lifeless body in front of the Commander's tent and collapse on the ground next to her, exhausted from your ordeal and barely able to keep your eyes open. Blood stains the ground beneath you, mingling with dirt and dead leaves as they slowly get carried away by the gentle breeze that blows past you both.

As you move away from her, gasping for air and praying that she wasn't lying about the poison being lethal to both of you, your mind begins to race. You never thought that killing Umbra would be this difficult...or this personal. The way she fought, so fiercely and skillfully, it was as if she were possessed by a demon. And now here she lies, her beautiful body twisted in death, blood pooling around her lifeless form.

It's only when you're safely back at the hideout that you finally allow yourself to relax, leaning against the cool stone wall and letting out a shaky breath. Your hand trembles as it touches your lips, still feeling the warmth of Umbra's blood on your skin...and her soft lips pressed against yours just moments ago.

No, that wasn't real, you tell yourself firmly. It was part of her plan to distract and manipulate you. She was just trying to save herself at any cost. Even using seduction as a weapon against you.

But even as the logic part of your mind convinces you of this, another, deeper voice whispers that maybe...just maybe there was some truth in what she said. That perhaps killing her wouldn't be enough after all. The thought sends a chill down your spine, and you shiver slightly, trying to banish it from your mind.

As you undress Umbra's body, revealing her pale and delicate skin to the moonlight that streams through the tent flaps, you can't help but marvel at how beautiful she truly is. Her breasts are perfectly shaped with hard nipples that beckon you closer while her thin waist leads down to a pair of full hips and smooth rounded thighs. The faint remnants of pubic hair frame her petite sex, hinting at something warm and inviting beneath.

You look up from where you're kneeling beside her as the commander enters the tent, followed by several other soldiers. They exchange weary glances as they see you tending to Umbra's body, their expressions filled with uncertainty and suspicion. "What happened out there?" The Commander asks, his tone cold and gruff.

You hesitate for a moment before telling them the truth; about how she managed to infiltrate your ranks and sneak up on you during your patrol, and how her fighting skills were unlike anything you've ever seen before. You don't mention the kiss or the way she made you feel, knowing it would only raise more questions that you have no answer for.

As you finish bandaging Umbra's body, you can't help but wonder if what she said was true... If maybe killing her won't be enough to stop her. The thought troubles you deeply as the commander orders you and your men back onto duty, leaving Umbra's lifeless form behind in the tent with only echoes of memories and unanswered questions surrounding it like a shroud.

Her body was flawless even in death, every curve and line defined by soft skin and lean muscles. Her breasts sat high upon her chest, perfectly round with large pebbled nipples that were already erect despite the cold air. The valley between them led down to a flat stomach, which tapered into impossibly wide hips before meeting strong thighs and smooth legs.

It took you a moment longer than you would have liked to finally admit it: seeing Umbra like this, so vulnerable and helpless, made your heart ache with an unbearable pain. It felt wrong...inhumane almost. Despite all she had done and tried to do against you, there was something about her that just didn't seem cruel or cold-blooded. There was something more beneath the surface; something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Your hands trembled as they traced gentle patterns over her skin, following the lines of her muscles and caressing her curves like they were made of silk. Her flesh was warm beneath your fingertips, almost inviting you to touch her more...to feel her and claim her as your own.

And for a brief moment, it felt right; it felt natural. You could almost imagine being with her, not as enemies but as lovers. Sharing tender moments together and experiencing the passion that burned deep within her. But then reality hit you like a ton of bricks, reminding you why she had to die...why you couldn't let yourself feel anything for her.

With a heavy heart, you finish undressing her and cover her body with a blanket before moving away, trying to put as much distance between your feelings and the truth they can no longer ignore. As you sit there, staring at nothing in particular, all you can do is wonder

Her body floats limply in the water beside you, pale and lifeless like a broken doll discarded by its owner. Her breasts rise and fall slowly with the movement of the water, nipples still hard despite her death. The contrast between their color against the white porcelain is striking, drawing your gaze time and again to those perfect orbs of flesh.

The warm water laps gently against your skin and Umbra's as you both sink deeper into the tub, her body lying limply in your arms. Despite knowing that she's dead and that this moment should be nothing but a cold reminder of what she was and what had to be done, it feels... strange. Wrong somehow. Her pale skin looks so soft and smooth against yours, her breasts full and heavy in your hands. Even with the water washing away the blood, you can still see where her armor once protected her flesh, faint scars marring the perfection of her skin like a map of battles long past.

Her face is peaceful now, devoid of any pain or suffering. In death, she almost looks... beautiful. You wonder if she looked this way while she was alive; if anyone ever saw the real Umbra beneath the mask she always wore so well. It's a haunting thought, one that brings with it a strange mix of curiosity and unease.

Her body is slick against yours as you caress her breasts gently, watching the water swirl around them, almost like they were alive and breathing still. For a brief moment, you close your eyes and imagine she's not dead; that she's just sleeping and you're there with her, sharing this intimate moment. It feels... right somehow. Wrong, but right all at once.

Gently, you cup one in your hand, rolling it between your fingers before taking it into your mouth. She tastes salty on your tongue, a bitter sweetness that makes your heart ache with longing. You close your eyes as you savor her, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Her body feels warm against yours, inviting you closer despite the cold air that surrounds you both. With each stroke of your hand against hers, you feel the tension in your muscles begin to ease, leaving only desire and lust behind. You wonder what it would have been like to feel her alive beneath you; hot and soft and yielding.

You nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing in her scent deeply before kissing her there, tasting the blood that still clings to her skin. It's almost as if she were still here with you, her spirit lingering on despite the absence of life. And for a brief moment, it feels right; like somehow this was always how it was meant to be between the two of you.

Even in death, she looks so serene and beautiful, like a sculpture carved by the hands of an artist long since passed. The gentle ripples of the water tickle her skin as it flows over her perfect body, revealing every curve and line with precision. In your arms, she feels light and delicate, nothing like the trained killer you knew her to be.

Her breasts float on the surface of the water, unyielding even in death, teasing you with their perfection as they bob up and down with each of your movements. You cup one in each hand, feeling their weight against your palms, relishing the softness of her skin against yours. The nipples stand at attention, hardened by the cold air but alive with sensation beneath your fingers.

But they haven't, and there is no undoing what has been done. Soon enough, the army will find out about your little encounter with Umbra here, and they won't be as forgiving as you are. With a sigh, you release her breasts from your grasp and reach down to touch her still-soft sex through the water, remembering the way she felt wrapped around you just moments ago...the taste of her lips against yours...