Killer Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

Killian stood at the water’s edge, towering over the sunken marble steps like an ancient monolith. He had stripped off his leather mercenary vest, weapons harness, and boots, leaving only his dark combat trousers clinging low to his hips. Across the broad, sculpted expanse of his back, the grim reality of the subterranean dungeon still clung to his bronze skin—streaks of damp black slate dust, the foul phantom soot of crushed necrotic runes, and the dried, rust-colored spatters from the courier’s violent collapse.

They both gave out a soft chuckle. Uzair, Shameer, and Uday were the most prominent figures in the Underworld. And so was their friendship. One, being the underboss with quick reasoning abilities and deducing capabilities. Second, being the deadliest assassination with quick killings and presence of mind. Third, being an extraordinary doctor with skills of wit and excellent knowledge of humans in the terms of psychology and body. Those three of them make the deadliest invincible weapon when working together. When they worked, it was a sight to behold. Their accuracy, synchronisation, and strength aligned with each other so much that they were called 'a soul with three bodies.'

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

The underground was alive with violence. A symphony of blood and bone colliding in the ring, of men who had nothing left to lose betting it all on a single punch. The air was thick with sweat, iron, and the weight of desperation. Kane sat alone in his private room. The dim glow of the overhead light cast sharp shadows across his face. He exhaled, glancing at the clock. 1:55 AM. A knock at the door. His patience was thin tonight.

The first Underworld group leader I'd sent a warning letter to, ten years ago, asking him to evacuate had tossed my letter in the bin, thinking it was some child's game. But then, I attacked him. Since it was my first attack, it took a little longer to accomplish. First, I had to stalk him and hack into his systems to constantly know his next move. I finally got him in a location where it was easy to shoot him with a sniper from a rooftop. The location was supposed to be private, but he had no idea there was a seventeen year old hacker that had messed with his devices. His name was Big Tuna, and he was the first Underworld Master I had killed.

“Such a bad choice of words for someone who is going to die soon. You should be on your knees, begging that I spare your life and maybe, just maybe, I might consider making your deaths a little less painful.” He said nothing to him and turned to see that Alpha Draco, Cassie, Ryder, Kaya, Lorena and Logan were furiously attacking the King of Underworld and they were successfully landing several blows on him as he couldn’t fight them all at once. “You cheeky little girl. Do you really think that they can kill him. He is immortal and I bask in his…” I saw Ragnar buckle and fall to his feet. I saw blood pouring from his mouth and his eyes looked dazed.

He was really skilled, and he defeated all the selected ten experts in just a few minutes. He even ruthlessly said, “These pieces of trash wanted to defeat the God of War? Lord Vedastus, no wonder you’ve been failing.” Lord Vedastus admired the man in black very much, and he asked, “May I know your name?” “Odissan Solis,” the man in black said indifferently. Odissan Solis? After Lord Vedastus heard his answer, he was shocked; he knew the name! Odissan was ranked the first among the killers in the underworld!

She cried, “Do you know what you’re doing, Lee? “You killed my son and close to twenty of my people. “Boris will make you pay! “No one can save you now!” Kaze drew close and said indifferently, “That’s right. No one can save you now.” He drew his sword. “Stop, bastard! “Try anything, and I’ll kill your family.” A thundering voice, bearing despair and anger, boomed. Boris, one of Riverbank’s four underground kingpins, made his entrance. The crowd turned to Kaze. They wondered if Boris could make Kaze stop. “Slash!”

Kyle countered even when his will to participate in anything further was clearly lost "OH, BUT YOU DO KNOW ABOUT IT." Heralis smirked. "IT WAS WHAT KILLED YOUR OLD MASTER. DARIUS.*

With both men having died along with any of Killian’s allies that remained, there was no one brave enough to say otherwise. The whispers were all around her when Keira returned to the house of assassins, however. Though the rumor of her being Killian’s true killer was one that no sane man or woman would confirm, it nevertheless spread like wildfire. This coupled with her being the only one of her troops to survive the carnage of the day Killian was slain earned Keira the code name of The First Soldier. Other changes came soon thereafter, with a power struggle between Madz and Lilith leading to the dissolution of Absconditus into two cities henceforth to be known as Imperium and Venatores.