Bloodthirsty Bistoury

He gasped and clutched his side as a stabbing pain blossomed through his senses. He looked down at his hand, expecting to see shimmering crimson.

There was nothing. His hand was perfectly clean, but his robes were torn. He felt the flaps of a fresh and very sore wound in his gut, but there wasn't any blood there to speak of.

Another moment passed, and the sharp pain streaked through him again, this time in his back.

"Shhh, shh, hush now, your Excellency. Go quickly, cleanly, and quietly into the dark."

As the assassin dragged the body away, the floors beneath them remained clean.