Catch up: What is your weapon of choice?

Mmmm. Now this is more my kind of topic. My weapon of choice is a stiletto. Oh, I can kill with Craft. Weave a death spell around a man's heart as he's distracted thrusting between my legs. The spell triggers a few hours later and he dies of a seeming heart attack. No escape. Subtle. Or, still using Craft, I can rip a man to shreds. I can splatter him across the room, if his Jewels are lighter than mine. Paint the walls with blood and gore, and I've done that many a time.

Using Craft is clean, even with the gore. You can stand away, shield yourself so nothing touches you. Watch as the Darkness rends them to bits and eclipses their souls. It has a symmetry in it. Beauty.

But it's cold. Icy in it's precision. You keep your hands clean when you kill with Craft.

Not so with a knife. It has a totally different kind of beauty. The feel of metal in your palm. The way it slides between ribs and into a man's heart, the triangle blade insuring the wound will be fatal. The look in his eyes when you're in that close. When it's just you and him and he knows that for once in his life of delivering pain, someone else got the upper hand. When he realizes he'll never touch another witch. Another child. You see the blood as it hits his lips. Taste it almost, so close are you pressed. The light in his eyes flares, and you send that psychic blast that shatters him completely, obliterating his soul and sending him back to the Darkness, denied even life as the demon dead.

Always finish the kill. Always. The spells I use trigger that obliteration, but Mother Night...to see it in their eyes. Feel it go out beneath your hands...

Sugar, there's no better feeling in the world.