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Just ask the former CEO of Akasaka Industries. “I hear you’re the assassin who shot my daughter in Russia,” she says impassively, taking a seat on my tattered sofa like it was her thrown. “Scythe, isn’t it? I’ve heard an awful lot about you, including what a terrific shot you are. Or were the rumours just rumours?”

“Rattlesnake Mercenary Group, the mercenary group that ranks third in the dark world. It is said that there were several members with Parapsychological Ability in their group. “Violet Succubus Organization also ranks third on the dark world assassin list as one of the top three assassin organizations. All of their members are women. Each is extremely ruthless. “Zeus, a super killer that ranks fifth on the dark world assassin list. It is said that he possesses the superpower to control water. “Tartarus, a martial art practitioner from Japan. He ranks third on the assassin list and holds the famous sword, Onimaru Katana. The number one genius swordsman among the young ones of Japan.”

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Ashen whispered, “the others will become real too. All of us. We’ll walk freely. We’ll make choices. We’ll change things.” Liora gasped. “The realm isn’t ready.” Ashen raised the page, The blank began to bleed words. Names. Powers. Fates. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “We’ve waited long enough.” The eyeless man stepped forward. “The old rules are dead.” The assassin twins drew their mirrored daggers. “Now we write ourselves.” Ashen held out the page again. “Name me, Liora.” The ink swirled, words rising into the air like smoke, Light-Breaker, Silence-Thief, Queen-Before-Her-Time, End-Daughter. “No,” Liora whispered. “No, no ”

The newcomer wore a metallic mask, and his presence was suffused with an aura of death that was nearly tangible. No one dared meet his gaze. It was as though death itself had arrived. He was like a natural-born assassin. He was powerful and terrifying. “Allow me to introduce him. The top assassin from Death Hall and the number one assassin in the world, Jonah Todd!” Lord Barbenheim said with a faint smile. “His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!”

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

I smiled then lay down beside him. Aris looked at me... "in my own defence, you were an assassin... so it won't be a surprise if you had a lot of exposure and I'm also sure, you must have had a lot of trainings and how to be the perfect assassin. So yeah, this is the only reason why you got to the top of the Mountain before me." "You know Aris you should just accept defeat and stop trying to make yourself better at the expense of me. I won you and that is it." I said happily hitting Arris squarely on his shoulder.

Miguel groaned and tried to pull away from him, which he obviously failed, so he took a chance and swung his free hand to strike, but Nathaniel made a quick dodge and grabbed his other hand, squeezing it so tightly that he broke Miguel's fingers, and after that with all his strength he banged his head against the wall, breaking nose, from which a trickle of blood started flowing. Miguel finally stopped struggling. He knew very well that there was no chance for him, after all, his opponent was not a human, but a Fallen Angel. Miguel gave up, barely able to breathe, and could literally feel broken ribs stabbing in his lungs. When Nathaniel hit his head forcefully against the wall once again, M

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.