Hela listened in silence, her eyes lapping up the Princess' beauty, her ears drowning in the music of her voice, her nose being overwhelmed with her utterly carnal scent. A scent of sex, blood, death, and sheer, utter, power. It was narcotic. It made her heart pound. Her blood rush. Her knees tremble. The Princess sent her head swimming. Why anyone would not wish to serve the perfection that was before her was utterly beyond her. But she didn't much mind. She enjoyed the tasks that the Princess gave her. She truly believed that killing was an artform.<br/><br/>Despite her being two hundred years younger than Syn, she at times felt herself more removed from her humanity than the other Shades, or even some of the Councilors. She had embraced her predatory nature with every fibre of her being. The silent kill. Manipulation and information gathering. The sight of blood coating her razor. The pattern of arterial blood spray on the walls and ceiling. That was one of two things she always brought back to her Princess from her mission. A sample of their blood for her to consume, and photographs of the blood spatter. It was like a piece of abstract painting. It inspired the Princess' own artworks.<br/><br/>"As you command, your Majesty." With her orders clear, she rose and left to take care of the tasks given to her. But first, she would stop by her own room, to gather a few of her tools and verify a few contacts. But before she could perform that task, she could feel someone creeping up on her. And you -<em><span class="bbc_u">never</span></em>- snuck up on Hela Gwaed. Summoning all of her supernatural speed, and manipulating the air around her, she pulled out her razor, and flicked the blade from the hilt.<br/><br/>Only the two centuries of training stopped her from attacking her younger Shade then and there. As it was, she hissed and snarled angrily, her lips pulled back, revealing her long, sharp fangs as she glared at him, her eyes having turned from green to blood red.<br/><br/>"I know your surname is Young, but please... stop acting like a newborn." She hisses, rising slowly from her agressive stance, flicking her razorblade into the ornate hilt, before that too vanishes with a high speed slight-of-hand. Her composure regained, she straightens her suit carefully, her eyes slowly changing back to their 'natural' green. "What is it?"