Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

Those same eyes that had haunted my childhood nightmares, that had watched me cower as a six-year-old boy while he beat my mother senseless. "Success suits you. Though I suspect that's about to change." I forced myself to move deeper into the room, every instinct screaming at me to turn around and run. But Lauren was somewhere in this building, and Viktor held the keys to finding her. The dead man's glassy eyes stared at nothing, a neat bullet hole decorating his forehead like a third eye. From the position of the body and the blood spatter, he had been executed while sitting across from Viktor, probably mid-conversation.

I’m one second away from hurling it through the window when Parker suddenly freezes. “They’re back,” he says, eyes distant. “And they brought a guest.” We head back to the kitchen. The doctor’s still at the body, taking careful notes. The detectives return moments later, bowing. But the man behind them doesn’t. “Bow to your king,” one of the guards growls. The stranger lifts his chin. “I bow only to my mother. No one else.” Interesting. So this is an Executioner. He’s tall, striking. Raven-black hair cropped short, piercing light blue eyes. Probably used to being the center of attention—but his beauty’s hollow. Cold.

The second one that is falling apart was my fault and I had to admit that. Out of the five executives I was supposed to kill I managed to kill only one of them. The remaining four had ended up ganging against me for revenge and to prevent their death. It was in the process that Eric was killed. Though we managed to kill most of their genetically enhanced men. We were only two and our strength was limited and they surpassed us in numbers. After we managed to kill most of their men, who would have expected that the four executives would inject themselves with the serum and also be genetically modified?

The chair was empty now, but the headset was still sitting on the desk. "My father didn't die, Dante," I said, my voice echoing in the sterile room. I turned in his arms, forcing him to look at me. "Julian Moretti is in this building. He’s the one who gave the order to drop the mountain. He’s the one who’s been running your 'Phase Five.'" Dante’s eyes didn't flicker. He didn't look surprised. He simply tightened his grip on my shoulders until it bordered on pain, his face a mask of cold, clinical focus.

"Her mother is beautiful as always in her glass chamber. Yes Sir. Thank you for the confirmation, I'll send her over now." He hung up the phone, scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Go straight ahead to the marked vehicle parked on the side of the road. Give the officer this and he'll take you to the Mayor." "Thank you," I said, taking it from him. "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo reporting for pickup." I spun towards the voice, terror gripping me. It was the man with the tattooed sun. If I'd had the energy, or the slightest hope of finishing him off, I would have leapt for his throat.

It erupted. It didn't fire a beam. It didn't send drones. It simply unfolded like a piece of dark origami, and from its center stepped a being that made the previous Architects look like children’s toys. It was a figure of pure, blinding white light. It had no face, only a vertical slit of gold where a mouth should be. It didn't walk; it simply existed in different points of space simultaneously. This was the Executioner—the "System Delete" command given physical form.

Priest called Sage and Savage called Sophia, but neither lady had seen Mal. Connor checked the last check-in on the security system at Sweet Perfect and confirmed that Maleah had disabled it a couple of hours ago. I don’t understand why she left the house. But that’s something I have to think about after I get her back. The two men at the door stiffen with recognition as soon as they spot us. However, we don’t give them a chance to warn Victor before putting a bullet in each of their heads. Both bodies crumble to the ground without a peep. Phantom and Heathen drag the bodies to a nearby alley. They were probably not expecting that I’d show up on their doorstep so soon.

I brought out the last item in the envelope. A dossier. Primary Target: Former Luna of Blackthorn, Vixen. Status: Execution authorized. Payment: 50% upfront. Remainder on proof of death. Vixen. My Vie. My hands went cold. He was planning to use the gala as an opportunity to takedown Vie. The door to the office creaked open without a knock. Elder Rhaegar came in scenting like old books and guilt. Funny how the universe worked. Bringing the culprit straight to me.

“Why?” I held his gaze. “The killer struck again.” Sleep vanished from his expression instantly. He pushed himself upright. “What?” “Ten bodies were found outside Valoria.” My voice sounded calmer than I actually felt. “amongst the new sector heads. Same patterns. Same mutilation.” For the first time since I had known him, genuine shock crossed Kael’s face without restraint. “What the fuck?” “I don’t know.” And that was the truth. I didn’t know who had done it.

"If he turns it... the null-field will collapse the core entirely." The first vanguard executioner reached our level, his heavy, gold-embossed crimson armor scraping against the blue ice face as he rappelled down the thick hemp rope. His face was hidden behind a featureless, polished brass visor that reflected the cold, dead gray of the sky. In his right hand, he held a heavy, short-bladed executioner’s iron, its edge notched and dark with the stains of old palace purges. He didn't speak; he merely swung his boots outward, using the momentum to drive his heavy, spiked heels directly toward Killian’s pinned lower legs, intending to shatter the Alpha’s joints just as Vane had commanded.