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“Your breakfast, madam.” 

Nyxvira lay back on her sun lounger, beneath the cover of a patio umbrella. Her smoldering red tangles were cast back across the crisp cushions, and rhinestone sunglasses sheltered her golden eyes from the blazing california sun. 

“Put it over there.” She gestured limply at a nearby table. Her waiter placed the piping hot full english breakfast down, before bowing his head and retreating back inside the glass-roofed penthouse kitchen. 

The rooftop pool which lay before her rippled ever-so-slightly in the cool breeze,  which whipped past the distant peaks of skyscrapers and department stores. A sea of steel and glass stretched out all around her, whilst the water of the swimming pool shimmered lightly beneath the sun’s glow. 

Dressed in a black and white bikini which barely held in her humongous body, Nyxvira lazily scooped the [i] Santa Somabra Sentinel [/i] up off of the bedside table, ruffling its crumpled papers in her chubby hands. 

[center] [color=000000]  [h1] Shop Owner’s Brutal Dismemberment Related to Somabra Slayer [/h1] [/color] [/center]

The frontpage headline rushed out to meet her. 

[color=000000]  [i][b] Drekmishrev Ebonlance, owner of the up-market clothes store “Drekmishrev’s”, was found mutilated in his apartment in Dawnpeak Heights. An unnamed source within the SSPD told this reporter, on good authority, that the police suspect this to be the next in a long line of dismemberments carried out by the Somabra Slayer. A blue-haired female was also found dead in the apartment, who police have yet to identify. [/b][/i]  [/color] 

Nyxvira couldn’t help but smile. 

The killing had been related to the Somabra Slayer, but not in the way that one might expect. Nyxie understood the sociopathic mindset. She knew how serial killers thought. The pride, the ego, the narcissism. She had put out the hit on Drekmishrev, and made sure  some very particular substances were found inside him. The semen wouldn’t be identified, but the SSPD would be certain that it belonged to the Somabra Slayer; a pathetic homosexual freak, who couldn’t control his most base desires. 

He’d be angry. He’d want revenge. He’d lash out, and he’d make a mistake. 

Or may he wouldn't. 

Nyxvira had been wanting to get rid of Drekmishrev since she’d be turned down in favour of the Dark Elf at Vincent Tűzst’s Christmas party. 

Picking up a knife and fork, Nyxie began to tuck into her breakfast, suddenly very cheerful and content. 

Today would be a good day, she decided.