Bellora sat at the battered desk in her new office. She sniffed at the faintly rotten odors of the river wafting through her open windows, and sighed. It stank here, but this is where they would come to her.
She had rented office space in the West End, and had furnished it with a desk, a few comfortable chairs, and a phone.
The assasin had propped her boots on the desk and stared out the filthy windows; she really should clean this place up.
She though on her plans, and sighed. She was the devine bringer of justice for the Goddess Balor, and her mother, the Goddess Astraea; yet here she was, setting up shop to help those in need.
She was contemplating getting business cards set up and tossing slogans around when her phone rang. Odd. No one had the number yet.
"Hello?"
"hello? I was told you could help me. I...he'll kill me if he knows I went for help. PLEASE tell me you can help me!"The whispered, frantic voice of a woman came through the other end of the line.
Bellora sighed and listened, remembering everything the poor woman was saying, commiting each detail to the map she was creating in her head. It was the same story since the beginning of marriage, husband cheats, husband beats. He hurts the children next and Mommy is scared for their safety, and the authorities can do nothing to stop him. Right up Bellora's alley.
"Yes, Ma'am. I can take care of it. Don't you worry. No, no...we'll not discuss payment. It's my calling, you could say. Stay where you are and I will come to you. I need more information about him; his likes, dislikes, hang outs, schedule. Those sorts of things. Don't worry, you're doing the right thing."
Bellora hung up, grabbed her cloak, and headed out into the misty evening to meet with her first client. How the hell this poor woman had found out about her, Goddess only knew. Perhaps that was it? The Goddess was sending them to her, now? Or perhaps the right one had lived to tell the tale
She had rented office space in the West End, and had furnished it with a desk, a few comfortable chairs, and a phone.
The assasin had propped her boots on the desk and stared out the filthy windows; she really should clean this place up.
She though on her plans, and sighed. She was the devine bringer of justice for the Goddess Balor, and her mother, the Goddess Astraea; yet here she was, setting up shop to help those in need.
She was contemplating getting business cards set up and tossing slogans around when her phone rang. Odd. No one had the number yet.
"Hello?"
"hello? I was told you could help me. I...he'll kill me if he knows I went for help. PLEASE tell me you can help me!"The whispered, frantic voice of a woman came through the other end of the line.
Bellora sighed and listened, remembering everything the poor woman was saying, commiting each detail to the map she was creating in her head. It was the same story since the beginning of marriage, husband cheats, husband beats. He hurts the children next and Mommy is scared for their safety, and the authorities can do nothing to stop him. Right up Bellora's alley.
"Yes, Ma'am. I can take care of it. Don't you worry. No, no...we'll not discuss payment. It's my calling, you could say. Stay where you are and I will come to you. I need more information about him; his likes, dislikes, hang outs, schedule. Those sorts of things. Don't worry, you're doing the right thing."
Bellora hung up, grabbed her cloak, and headed out into the misty evening to meet with her first client. How the hell this poor woman had found out about her, Goddess only knew. Perhaps that was it? The Goddess was sending them to her, now? Or perhaps the right one had lived to tell the tale