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Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

“The man you’re after is an assassin just like yourself who used to go by the codename Sathariel.” “Sathaerial?” “Named after the Angel of Deception; the 17th fallen angel of the Grigori. In all my years overseeing The Tournament, I’ve never met an assassin like him. He’s cold, calculating, and focused in a manner I’ve never seen. Exceptionally manipulative and his kill method was always changing. His claim to fame was studying the methods of other assassins and being able to mimic them, so his crimes would be traced back to them and not him. Textbook Machiavellianism.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"I didn't expect you to scare off the assassin." Chad glanced at Tanner, not bothering to respond, and carried Nancy back to his room, with the little white fox following at his feet. Seeing that for the first time, Tanner remarked, "An interesting man!" Muttering to himself, Tanner looked into the room and saw the assassin with a bloody hole in his chest. "Damn, this Saffronesian assassin failed his mission and committed suicide!" Tanner assumed the assassin had used explosives to kill himself. He had encountered Saffronesian assassin

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