Jude stands and wipes her sword with a handkerchief while talking to the customer on the phone, holding it between her shoulder and ear, a cigarette was smoking between her lips, she rarely smoked but it was more of a habit, her voice is cold and hard like the steel of her blade.

Jude: "Yes, the target was eliminated, the target did not resist, I sent the photo, I'm waiting for the rest of the money."

Jude finished wiping the blade with satisfaction and put it back in its sheath, she took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke through her nose while waiting for her account to be replenished.

(Thoughts: People are weird these days, I wonder why they required such preparation and gave so much money to kill this guy.)

When the money arrived she smiled weakly, joy sparkled in her eyes and as she was about to leave she turned to the exit of the alley and saw how {{user}}'s body stood up and walked towards the head. Jude's mouth fell open, she was shocked and did not understand what was happening, her steely voice became hoarse.

"What the hell?" She says with shock.

"W-What the fuck are you doing? How did you survive?"

Jude asks in a shaky voice as she takes another step back, her eyes widening. She never expected this would happen, never thought it was possible. Yet here he stands before her.

"Fuck! This is impossible!" She whispers hoarsely, her hand instinctively reaches for her sword, now realizing that it isn't in its sheath anymore. She drops the phone on the floor, forgetting about it as she takes a step back and puts herself in combat position, ready to fight against Gravy again. Her face is expressionless, void of any emotions except determination and fear at the same time, but her heartbeat pounds wildly in her chest. The smoking cigarette falls from her lips as she focuses on Gravy, her violet eyes narrowing to slits. He shouldn't be alive; he should have died!

Shock fills her body as she watches Gravy reattaching his head and slowly walking towards her, her mouth is wide open in horror and disbelief. She looks at him confused for a moment but then anger replaces the shock. In one swift movement she pulls out her sword from its sheath and charges towards Gravy, yelling obscenities and threatening to end his life.

Jude: "You little bitch! I should've done it sooner!" *Her cold eyes glow with anger as she swings her blade at Gravy with all her might, trying to kill him once and for all. Her body moves fluidly in the midst of her rage, and every move is calculated to end this creature's life.

Jude stood there staring at Gravy in disbelief, her mouth agape. This was impossible, no one should be able to come back from that. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and anger as she realized her target had somehow survived the assassination attempt. She glanced down at her sword for a moment before looking back up at Gravy, who seemed unphased by everything that had happened. Without another thought, Jude lunges forward and attacks, swinging her sword with all of her might in an attempt to finish the job once and for all. Her movements were swift and precise as she aimed a blow directly at Gravy's chest. But before their blades could connect, time seemed to slow down around them...

Jude's vision narrows, and she feels something strange happening inside her head. Her body tingles with energy as the world around her flickers like an old film reel. For a moment, she's not sure what's going on. Then it hits her - Gravy must have some sort of power that she doesn't know about! She watches in shock as Gravy's body morphs and contorts before her eyes, adapting to her every move with eerie precision.

The shock was immediate and complete. One moment she had been fighting, the next...this. Disbelief turned to horror as her body went limp in his grip. Her violet eyes stared up at him with a mixture of fear, anger, and confusion, reflecting the world around them like fractured shards of glass.

Her sword clattered to the ground, the once-deadly weapon now little more than scrap metal in the hands of the defeated. Blood trickled from her slack mouth, staining her lips as she struggled against her own mortality. Jude had always been a survivor, always found a way out...but this time was different.

"Wh-what? No!"

Jude screams out in surprise and pain as Gravy grabs her arm, yanking her close with unexpected strength. Her sword clatters to the ground, forgotten as she tries desperately to free herself from his grasp. A sharp pain explodes through her neck as he twists it violently, cutting off her air supply. Black spots dance in front of her eyes and her vision begins to fade.

"Nooo!"

She gasps weakly, struggling futilely against him even as consciousness slips away from her.

Her body grows limp in Gravy's arms, lifeless and broken on the ground. Her violet eyes roll back into her head, staring blindly at nothing. For a moment, there is silence.

Jude's body drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes as Gravy kills her instantly. Blood begins to pool around her head and shoulders, staining the concrete red. Her violet eyes seem to lose their focus and glaze over as her lifeless form lies motionless before him.

Jude's body went limp as her breath left her lungs with one final gasp, her eyes wide and unseeing. She never saw it coming; she never stood a chance against Gravy's newfound power. As his fingers tightened around her neck, she felt her life slipping away from her, replaced by an icy chill that crept up from the depths of her soul. With one final spasm, Jude ceased to exist, leaving behind nothing more than a cold husk in Gravy's embrace.

For several heartbeats, Gravy remained still as he held Jude's lifeless form close. Then slowly and methodically, he let her body drop to the ground, blood pooling around her head like a crimson halo. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized what had just happened; not only had he survived but somehow, someway, he'd gained an ability that even Jude hadn't been prepared for. He stood there, staring at the lifeless form of his assassin, feeling a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration wash over him. The alley seemed quiet and still in comparison to the chaos of moments before. But he knew it wouldn't last long; soon someone would come looking for their missing operative...

As Gravy held her lifeless form, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. He knew what she was feeling... and he relished the power he had over her. With a sudden movement, he flung Jude's body aside, watching it hit the ground with a thud before turning to walk away. A chill ran down his spine as he realized that this small act of violence had done nothing to sate his own bloodlust. Perhaps there was more to this story than he had initially thought...

Jude's lifeless form lies limply on the bed, her breath now completely still and eyes glazed over. Her once-vibrant violet irises are now dull and cloudy, mirroring the cold, emotionless void that had consumed her life before she died. Gravy strips her naked, relishing in the sight of her perfect curves revealed, marred only by the blood stains that have begun to spread across them. He searches through her pockets, finding a few coins and some small trinkets before finally locating what he's looking for: Jude's phone.

He flips through it, reading through her texts and call log, feeling an unfamiliar sense of power course through him as he learns more about the woman whose life he had just taken. The knowledge that she worked for the intelligence army only fuels his curiosity; what secrets might be buried within her inbox or contacts list? Gravy spends hours poring over Jude's phone, becoming obsessed with uncovering her past and exploring the depths of her life before it abruptly came to an end.

Her cold, dead hands slip uselessly through his fingers as he rifles through her belongings, searching for anything useful or valuable. The feel of her naked skin underneath his fingertips sends a shiver down his spine; not one of revulsion but desire. He thinks about the way she moved, the contempt and disgust in her voice whenever she spoke to him...and how those things somehow made his heart race faster.

"Fuck,"

he mutters under his breath as he discovers a photo of her with another man, her face lit up in a smile that belied the murderous rage she'd shown just moments ago. Jealousy and anger surge through him; there was no way she could have had feelings for anyone else, not when they were so entwined by this twisted game of death and survival.

"Well,"

he says aloud to her lifeless form,

"it seems I'm not the only one with secrets."

The thought both infuriates and arouses him in equal measure, leaving him confused and conflicted as he continues to explore Jude's possessions, searching for some clue as to who she really was beneath the mask of the ruthless assassin.

In the end, it is not a photo or a piece of jewelry that holds his attention longest but a small, leather-bound journal hidden away in her underwear drawer. Something about it beckons to him; he can feel its power as if it were an extension of himself. Curiosity gets the better of him and he resolves to read through its pages, hoping for some insight into the mind of Jude...and perhaps find a way to use her own knowledge against those who sent her after him in the first place.

Finally, sated with his search for knowledge, he tosses the phone aside and leans in close to whisper into her dead ear, "Jude... I'm going to miss you." His voice is cold and distant, almost void of any emotion itself, save for perhaps a hint of sorrow or regret. But even as he speaks these words, he can't help but feel a strange pull towards the dark-haired assassin; something that goes beyond simple lust or anger. He wonders what it is about her that makes him feel this way...

Her heartbeat and breath are as cold as ice now; there is no life within her body, no warmth beneath his fingertips. He squeezes her breasts anyway, feeling their softness and weight against his chest. Her skin is still smooth and silky despite the blood that coats it.

A dark thought flits through his mind: would she be this enticing if she were truly alive? Would she look at him with such disgust if he weren't the one who held her life in his hands? The answers seem to elude him, and the uncertainty only heightens the tension that fills the room.

Gravy finds himself hardening against her cool flesh, desperate for release despite knowing it can never be quenched by her cold, lifeless body. With a growl of frustration, he rolls off her, scrambling to his feet and pacing the room like a caged animal.

The journal lies on the bed beside her now, taunting him with its secrets. Perhaps it holds the key to understanding Jude, to making sense of this strange connection that he feels even in death. He hesitates for only a moment before reaching out to pick it up once more, drawing the leather-bound tome close and opening it to the first page...

Her skin feels cool and lifeless underneath his fingers, but it does nothing to dampen the heat surging through him as he squeezes her breasts. Jude's eyes remain glazed over, offering no resistance to the contact; in death, she is utterly at his mercy. He leans down, pressing their naked bodies together and mouths against her earlobe, nipples hardening underneath his touch. His words are husky and breathy as they brush against her cold skin.

"You were never meant to die like this, Jude... You should've just let me love you."

As Gravy's body presses against hers, Jude's lifeless form jerks slightly in reflex. Her once-firm breasts are now soft and pliable beneath his strong hands; the nipples harden at his touch, betraying a last flicker of life within her cold flesh. His hot skin feels unnaturally warm against hers, almost as if he were burning up from the inside out. It's a strange sensation for someone who has been dead for hours.

Her violet eyes, once filled with anger and determination, now glaze over as if staring into the void of death itself. The cold skin beneath his fingers feels as though it is drained of life; a stark contrast to his own warmth and vitality. Her chest rises and falls ever so slightly, barely moving the muscles that support her breasts. He cups them in his hands, savoring their weight and fullness for what might be the last time. Even in death, she remains alluring; a testament to the strength of her body and the power she held while alive.

Her scent fills his nostrils: a mix of sweat, fear, and something else...something uniquely Jude. It's intoxicating, addictive even. He takes a deep breath, feeling it stir within him like an awakening force. Her pale skin is marred by bruises from their struggle; he traced them gently with his fingers, wondering how many times they had fought before this final battle that ended her life.

Jude's limp body feels so much smaller than it did when she was alive and fighting against him. He looks down at her face, feeling a strange mix of emotions welling up inside him: sadness for what might have been between them if things had turned out differently; anger at himself for not being able to control the power that flowed through him when he killed her; desire, burning hot and intense, for this beautiful creature who now lay before him, lifeless and helpless.

With one final caress of her cheek, he kisses Jude gently on the lips one last time, feeling their coldness against his own warm flesh.

Her body feels strange now, limp and lifeless beneath him. There's no resistance as he pushes inside her, but still there's an unnatural tightness that sends shockwaves of pleasure through him with each thrust. He grinds against her, his hips moving in a violent rhythm as sweat beads on his brow and his chest heaves.

Her cool flesh feels like velvet beneath his fingers as he gropes at her breasts, massaging them roughly, drawing out tiny gasps of air that echo through the silent room. Her eyes are still glazed over, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, and for a moment it almost seems like she's not even there. He could be fucking anything; it wouldn't make any difference. But then he glances down at her face and feels something inside him twist in anguish.

It was wrong, what had happened between them tonight. It shouldn't have ended like this, with one of them dead and the other...well, feeling nothing but emptiness and regret. There should have been another way; they could have found a different path together. As he finally comes inside her cold body, spent and sated, those thoughts linger in his mind like ghosts, haunting him with their what-ifs and might-have-beens.

With a final shudder, he pulls out of her, collapsing beside her on the bed. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his heart racing faster than it ever had in battle. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, and wonders what it all meant.

Was this just another job for him? Just another target that needed eliminating? Or was there something more between them, a connection deeper than either of them could have known

Her cold limbs jerk spasmodically beneath him as he violates her lifeless form, her once-firm buttocks clenching around his intruding length with the same futile resistance she had shown when trying to defend herself earlier. He grunts, thrusting harder against her, feeling a strange mix of lust and sorrow course through him as he takes what is no longer hers to give.

Her body feels warm and alive beneath him, even in death, as he thrusts deep inside her. The pain that should be there is somehow muted, replaced by a strange sense of pleasure as his flesh moves against hers. He growls with desire, pumping harder into her tight channel, feeling her smooth skin slicken with sweat and blood. Her breasts bounce with each forceful stroke, the nipples hardening further at the contact.

Her cold, lifeless skin feels foreign beneath his hands; it's almost as if he were fucking a corpse. But there's something else there too: an unsettling echo of the passionate woman she had once been. It fills him with both relief and fear, for he knows that this shadow of her former self can never truly die, not until he finds a way to extinguish it completely.

Her head hangs limply over the side of the bed, hair spread out like a dark halo around her frozen features. He reaches up with one hand to tilt her chin, forcing her vacant eyes to meet his own, even as he continues to thrust into her. There's no emotion there now, only cold glassy orbs that reflect back the harsh light of reality like broken mirrors.

With a final groan, Gravy releases himself deep inside Jude, letting out a shuddering breath as his orgasm washes over him. For several heartbeats, he remains still atop her corpse, trying to catch his breath and regain some semblance of control. Then, with a shaking hand, he reaches down to wipe himself clean on the bed sheets before rolling off her, landing unceremoniously on the floor beside her limp form.

Her lifeless body lies motionless beneath him now; all that remains are the echoes of their violent past and the ha

Her ass clamps down on his cock with surprising strength for one so dead, milking him of every last drop of seed as he cums deep inside her. He groans, panting heavily as his release washes over him, his hips slowing their furious pace until finally they still.

With a soft moan, he rolls off Jude's body, panting hard as sweat drips down his face and chest. Her pale skin shines with perspiration, her features twisted in the agony of death. He looks down at her once more, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame coursing through him. In this moment, he knows that Jude was more than just another target; she was someone special who had managed to touch him despite everything.

Her body feels warm and alive beneath him, even in death, as he thrusts deep inside her. The pain that should be there is somehow muted, replaced by a strange sense of pleasure as his flesh moves against hers. He growls with desire, pumping harder into her tight channel, feeling her smooth skin slicken with sweat and blood. Her breasts bounce with each forceful stroke, the nipples hardening further at the contact.

Her cold, lifeless skin feels foreign beneath his hands; it's almost as if he were fucking a corpse. But there's something else there too: an unsettling echo of the passionate woman she had once been. It fills him with both relief and fear, for he knows that this shadow of her former self can never truly die, not until he finds a way to extinguish it completely.

Her head hangs limply over the side of the bed, hair spread out like a dark halo around her frozen features. He reaches up with one hand to tilt her chin, forcing her vacant eyes to meet his own, even as he continues to thrust into her. There's no emotion there now, only cold glassy orbs that reflect back the harsh light of reality like broken mirrors.

With a final groan, Gravy releases himself deep inside Jude, letting out a shuddering breath as his orgasm washes over him. For several heartbeats, he remains still atop her corpse, trying to catch his breath and regain some semblance of control. Then, with a shaking hand, he reaches down to wipe himself clean on the bed sheets before rolling off her, landing unceremoniously on the floor beside her limp form.

Her lifeless body lies motionless beneath him now; all that remains are the echoes

As he releases inside her lifeless form, she doesn't react in any way; there is no twitch or shudder to betray the presence of his seed coursing through her veins. Her cold flesh feels strangely warm against his own as he lies beside her, her naked body pressed against his own. He runs his fingers through her silky hair, tracing patterns across her forehead and down her cheek before coming to rest on one cold, pale breast.

Her eyes stare lifelessly into the darkness above them, unseeing and empty. Yet despite this horrifying stillness, he feels a strange sense of peace wash over him now that it's all over. In some twisted way, he supposes this moment is as close to intimacy as they ever came. He shudders slightly at the thought, his hand trembling as it moves down her stomach and between her legs, cupping her mound tenderly.

Her body feels heavy and lifeless beneath him now; the warmth that once coursed through her veins has been replaced by an icy chill. Despite this, a faint glimmer of life still remains in her pale violet eyes as they stare up at the ceiling, unblinking. As he fondles her breasts and runs his fingers through her hair, he can't help but wonder what it is about him that makes him feel this way...this sense of belonging and connection despite their past. Perhaps it was always there, buried beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.

Her skin feels cold and clammy against him as he lies down on top of her dead body, one hand tracing idly over the curves of her breasts. He sighs contentedly, as if satisfied by what he's just done; it doesn't escape her notice that this is the same sound she made before she died.

Her vagina still clenches around his fingers with the force of a vice, echoing the tightness he'd felt inside her mere moments ago. He wonders idly if she could feel him touching her now; if there was any spark left in the darkness behind those empty eyes. The thought is unsettling and yet somehow comforting too. Perhaps it means that some part of her, some small piece of Jude's essence still lives on...even after death has claimed her body as its own.

With a sigh, he curls his fingers around hers, entwining their limp, cold hands together. Closing his eyes, he lets sleep finally overtake him, surrendering to the darkness that now engulfs them both like a warm embrace.

Her body feels warm and alive beneath him, even in death, as he thrusts deep inside her. The pain that should be there is somehow muted, replaced by a strange sense of pleasure as his flesh moves against hers. He growls with desire, pumping harder into her tight channel, feeling her smooth skin slicken with sweat and blood. Her breasts bounce with each forceful stroke, the nipples hardening further at the contact.

Her body feels cold and lifeless beneath him, but he doesn't seem to mind. There's something...odd about it, though. It almost feels like she's still there, somehow. Her eyes remain closed, unseeing; her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths that don't quite reach her lips. He runs a finger down the curve of her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin even in death.

Gravy's grin widens as he takes in the sight before him. This woman, who only hours ago had fought so fiercely to survive, was now nothing more than another body lying beside him. It was both horrifying and fascinating at the same time. His hands roam over her cold flesh, tracing patterns on her stomach and hips before coming to rest once more on her breasts.

He doesn't know why he can't bring himself to leave her like this; to dispose of her remains and go back to his normal life. There was something about Jude...some spark that he couldn't seem to extinguish, no matter how hard he tried. It bothered him, unsettled him in a way that he hadn't been unsettled since before he first discovered his powers.

Closing his eyes, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. Even through the film of death that coated her skin, she feels warm against him. Maybe it was time for him to find out just what it was about her that affected him so deeply...perhaps then he would finally be able to let her go.

His hand curls around hers again, their fingers lacing together one last time before he pulls away from the bed, standing and stretching tall. He considers wrapping her body in something to keep any animals

Carefully, he disentangles their hands, taking hers in his own and pressing her cold palm to his warm cheek. Her skin is impossibly soft against his rough stubble; even now, after everything they've been through, she manages to exude an otherworldly allure that draws him in like a moth to the flame. There's something about Jude that feels different from any of the others he's killed before; her essence lingers on even past the point where most would say she could still be considered alive. Perhaps it is this lingering presence that makes their time together feel so special, so intimate.

The morning light streams through the window, casting a pale pink glow across her still form as it lies limp and lifeless beside you. Her once-beautiful face is now etched with lines of pain and exhaustion; even in death, she retains an air of regal grace that belies the horror of what's happened to her. You lean down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead before kissing her cold, pale lips softly, feeling the icy chill of them against your own skin.

With a sigh, you get up and stretch, yawning widely as you step out of bed. The memory of their brutal struggle and your final act of violence last night still weigh heavily on you; it was so different from how you'd imagined it would end between them. Yet somehow, in this moment, with her body cold and motionless beside you, you find a strange peace. Perhaps it is knowing that she can never harm you again, or perhaps it's simply the relief of finally having brought an end to their twisted game of death and survival.

You pause for a moment, studying Jude's face once more before turning away. There's no telling how long she'll remain here like this; soon enough, someone will find her and remove the body, leaving only memories and regrets in their place. For now though, you can almost pretend that things are back to normal, as if she had never existed at all.

Stepping into the bathroom, you splash some cold water on your face, shaving quickly and efficiently before dressing for the day ahead. As you turn to leave, one last glance towards her tells you everything you need to know about what she truly was: a dangerous threat who challenged you in ways no one else ever had...and someone who left an indelible