Malius walked the streets of Aester, around him the people went about their lives, the bustling life of the capital brought out many things for people. It exposed their greed, darkness, and jealousy. People would do whatever it would take to achieve the best that they could, and just as it was apparent for those who looked up from below that those above were evil, they didn't even realize their neighbor would slit their throat for a gold coin. Evil was everywhere, Malius searched for the one thing this placed seemed to lack. [i]Perfection[/i] He had taken up his role and his very way of life for the very meaning of that word, the one thing that people lacked was perfection, those with noble purposes would murder for their cause, and even the greatest evil still could show caring for some reason of life. No, it wasn't the perfect person he searched for, but instead it was just perfection. A shiver went down his spine at the thought of it, something flawless, and something with pure perfection in every way. Just a glimpse could satisfy him for his entire life.

He unraveled the scroll of names he'd received from the capital. Those with a death sentence for carrying the capitals belongings, that which belonged to protect the empire. The Teigu. He walked along the path of an empty alleyway, only about 6 feet wide. He stopped walking as he felt a hand tug on the right edge of his coat. His eye flashed as he read into the future, barely catching a glimpse of the boy's motive. He could hear him whisper, a quiet, shaky voice permeating in his ear. "Please sir, could you spare me a dollar?" Malius smiled to the boy, nodding and extending his right arm up over his head to reach into his coat. The boy took this time to strike, unsheathing his dagger and lunging at the apparently rich noble that stood before him. 

Malius's eye flashed with a purple light as the boy charged at him. Malius extended his right leg out, sweeping the boy's legs out from under him, he now was airborne, Malius slammed his arm down that had been raised over his head, crushing the boy's spine with his elbow, just above his shoulders. He bent down and with his left arm he caught the boy, inches from the ground. Malius leaned in, staring into his eyes. Such symmetry, such beauty. He had eyes with a bright blue brilliance, something rare. Malius breathed in, a deep feeling of ecstasy shooting through his body. [i]Ah, yes. This is perfection, something only the dead can truly display.[/i] The boy had a face of complete symmetry, not even a millimeter was different on either side, it gave some sort of hidden beauty to him. Malius looked down and reached onto the ground, picking up the dagger the boy had been holding. [i]The Doppelganger Daggers, a set of daggers that allowed to people to share their thoughts. Now, where is your sister?[/i] Malius thought to himself. He looked back into the boy's face to experience that pleasure once more, but his face froze. There on his face was a trickle of blood escaping his lip. He dropped the boy instantly, his latest artwork, defiled by that red liquid. Malius looked at the corpse and stood up, a look of disgust across his face. He yelled out of rage and swung his right foot back and buried it into the boy's stomach, there was no resistance and it sunk in deep, Malius's foot now stuck in his gut, blood gushing out of the edges of where his foot had been jammed. He quickly pulled it out, the boys entrails spilling out. Malius's eye twitched at the sight before him. He wiped his shoe off on the boy's cheek before turning, leaving the corpse in the empty alleyway. 

The capital would consider this a success, whereas he would not. Still, he decided it was probably not best to simply return with only one of the daggers. He would find her sister, and he would redeem himself of this mistake.