I stepped into the dimly lit room, neon lights casting an eerie glow. A long table dominated the space, flanked by six chairs. The darkness was almost palpable, obscuring everything but the faint outlines of my elite assassins."BOSS!" The room reverberated with the united shout, my Killer-Wolves greeting me with customary fervor.These skilled mercenaries were my creation, handpicked and trained after my England mission. Originally known as Wardogs Organization, we'd evolved into a force to be reckoned with. Countless suicide missions had forged us into an unbreakable unit, fearless and unwavering.Our reputation soared after the lucrative Bornu state mission. Millions in payment had elevated us to the top tier of mercenary guilds.I settled into the throne-like chair, surveying my team. "Be seated."As they took their seats, I began, "You're all aware of recent events."My assassins remained silent, their attention riveted on me, awaiting my next words.“I don't desire pity. I simpl
Bullets rained around me, AKs and shotguns firing in relentless succession. But I stood unfazed, slicing through the policemen like a scythe through wheat.My blades danced with deadly precision, cutting down anyone who dared stand in my way. With the immediate threats neutralized, I prepared to move on to the detention room.Suddenly, my instincts screamed warning. I sidestepped and pressed against the wall, narrowly avoiding a hail of gunfire.The sound echoed through the corridor, and I countered with swift efficiency. A ninja star flew from my hand, striking its mark with deadly accuracy.Puuok! The cop's forehead imploded, his body crumpling to the ground.With the opposition cleared, I strolled towards the detention room, my stride purposeful and unhurried. "Time to pay our prey a visit."As I got there, I could sense more than one lifeforce, and I could also smell gunpowder, lots of it, and fear. I smiled, it seems not all the pests have been taken care of. I took out three sho
The news report painted a grim picture: forty policemen brutally slaughtered, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Witnesses described the killer as a mysterious figure clad in black spandex, wielding dual black swords and escaping on a powerful motorcycle.The police were on high alert, attributing the massacre to the notorious assassin known as Black Heart."...The Commissioner of Police has vowed to apprehend the perpetrator," the news anchor continued, before the TV screen flickered to black.I tossed the remote onto the couch cushion, already knowing the details. Hollow Reaper, my reliable informant, had briefed me on the next target: Mr. Stanley Kubrick, a college professor.My plan was simple: infiltrate Kubrick's office and eliminate him discreetly, avoiding the spectacle of my previous hit.As I turned on the shower, I thought back to the day of my wedding, I could have sworn things were finally going to be perfect for me, only for Fate to fuck it all up for me.*Ring*
As I turned to leave the office, I urged the frightened girl, "You should go before someone arrives."But she grasped my arm, her eyes pleading. "Take me with you," she implored, her voice trembling. "I want to be like you."Her words caught me off guard. I had expected anger, accusations – not admiration."Murderer," she should have said. "You'll pay for your crimes." Or, "Wait for the police, you can't escape."Instead, her sparkly eyes shone with a mix of desperation and fascination.My hardened heart softened slightly, sensing the pain behind her words. She had likely suffered at the hands of ruthless lecturers, forging a steely resolve.But my path wasn't hers to follow. Blood and knives wouldn't heal her scars. She needed love, care, and protection – not the darkness I embodied.“Sorry to bust your bubbles, but I can't” I replied and tried to shake off her hand from my arm, surprisingly it didn't budge.“Please. I have no one else. I am an orphan and I work hard to take care of
As we entered the station, a police officer approached, his expression neutral. Hollow Reaper and I wore identical black facemasks, concealing our lower faces."Can I assist you gentlemen?" he asked, unaware of the true nature of our visit.Risky took the lead, his voice smooth. "Our friend was robbed on his way home from work. He's deaf and dumb, so we're here to file a personal complaint with the chief."A thousand naira notes discreetly changed hands, and the officer's demeanor shifted. His grin revealed a willingness to cooperate."Follow me, please," he said, leading us to the chief's office with an air of obsequiousness.Upon arrival, he announced our presence, his voice deferential. "Sir, three gentlemen wish to speak with you privately."“Okay. Let them in if they're really important.” his voice boomed from inside the office. The officer nodded and opened the door wide enough for us to go in. Then he saluted the chief and left.“Take a seat and tell me how I may be of help to
Vengeance can consume even the most calculated villains, transforming them into monsters. But I'm different. My descent into darkness was deliberate.From the outset, my quest for revenge was never simple. I had a purpose – to unleash the demon wolf within, suppressed for far too long.To set it free, I required a thousand souls, taken by my own hands. Cold calculation, not madness, drove me.No pity stirred within me for these hypocrites: corrupt justice advocates, the nine betrayers, and my deceitful mate. Their treachery ignited an inferno of rage.As fury coursed through my veins, my breath grew scorching, hotter than lava. Darkness seeped into my being, manifesting as tiny, slithering snakes.My transformation had begun.“Humanity doesn't deserve a savior... Humanity deserves ultimate extinction.” my voice sounded distorted. I could feel wetness around my hands and blood seeped from my lips.I slaughtered the policemen like cattle, I must have dropped my sword somewhere but who c
As I entered the meeting hall, the Killer-Wolves Elites sprang to their feet, their unified greeting echoing through the room. "GOOD DAY, BOSS!"I acknowledged their salute with a nod. "Take your seats."My attention shifted to Elixir, the sole woman among the elite ranks. Her poised demeanor caught my eye, and I reviewed her performance stats. Impressive."Elixir," I began, my gaze locked onto hers. "Your numbers are exceptional. Tell me, what drives your success?"ELIXIRName: Elizabeth ChristopherAge: 25Race: HumanStrength: 75Speed: 75Control: 80Skills: (Master swordsman, Master gunslinger, Master invincibility).“You really have worked hard my dear Elixir, I'm proud of you.” I said smiling.“Its all thanks to your grace and care Boss.” she blushed. I could also see she's become more beautiful as her skin is now well toon and smooth. It's so far from the rough faced girl I saw two weeks ago. With her skills, I'm sure she will be the perfect honey trap. Hehehehehe.“Boss, Lawr
I entered the fray, surveying the chaotic landscape. Starlet and Hollow Reaper had the police force bottled up, their escape routes severed. Slashed tires and strategically placed shokuren ensured no one escaped unscathed.The policemen, battered and exhausted, futilely unleashed bullets that ricocheted off the Killer-Wolves Elite (KWE) vests. Crafted from rare Black iron ore and Milthril ore, these vests were virtually indestructible – except against lightning and laser beams.Yet, as I watched, my empathy remained dormant. Lawrence's words still seared my mind, fueling an unrelenting rage.The cries of the trapped officers, the desperation in their eyes, only stoked my fury. I felt no mercy, no remorse.GRRH! A snarl escaped my mouth, that was the cue for the demonic system in me to act. I rushed towards the nearest policeman, he was already injured by the shokuren and was applying bandage on his injured arm. He jerked away as I suddenly appeared in front of him, he was a step too l
Maximus's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ah, the Hale Manor. I've heard so much about it. It's going to be a pleasure to watch you take them down, Xavier."Xavier's gaze turned cold, his mind focused on the task ahead. "Let's get this over with. I have a score to settle."As they approached the Hale Manor, Xavier could feel the weight of his past bearing down on him. He had been born into this family, but they had never accepted him. They had treated him like dirt, like he was nothing.But now, Xavier was back, and he was not alone. He had Maximus by his side, and together, they were unstoppable.The gates of the Hale Manor swung open, and Xavier's eyes locked onto the mansion. It was just as he remembered it - grand, opulent, and cold."Shall we?" Maximus asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.Xavier nodded, his jaw clenched. "Let's do this."As they stepped into the mansion, Xavier was met with the familiar sight of his family's portraits hanging on the walls. He felt a surge of an
I stood at the entrance of the dark tower with anger and hatred burning in my eyes. I just found out that my mate has been faithful to me all these while and she was even the one who helped me escape the subatomic world, but those witches tried to fill my head with lies and fabricated photos, not to mention the torture I went through in their hands. And I will make them suffer a hundredth fold.“How do you wish to play this Maximus?” the demon wolf asked. I clutched the handle of my sword so tight my knuckles were white.“Slow, painful, near death and then an undesirable death.” I said grinning from ear to ear. If someone was there to capture my expression at that moment, I'm sure the person will shudder from fear as I knew I looked like the smiling devil.“Let's go harvest their fears, anger and lives.” the demon wolf said.I dashed into the lobby and was met with the whizzing sound of lightening.“Did you think we won't notice your disappearance?” a girl in plain white came out from
I slowly opened my eyes, only to be consumed by darkness. The blackness was suffocating, making it impossible to see beyond my own nose.I tried to stand, but my body refused to cooperate, anchored to a mysterious chair.Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I forced myself to calm down. I attempted to meditate, seeking a connection with the demon wolf within. Silence greeted me.A melodic voice pierced the darkness, its sweetness laced with venom. "Don't bother striving for what's beyond your grasp."I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain composure. "Who's there? Show yourself!"The voice chuckled, a manic edge creeping in. "The legendary Roman Prince, Maximus Aurelius, bringer of death, now reduced to a helpless captive."Her laughter sent shivers down my spine. I struggled to recall how I ended up here, how I lost consciousness, and who this mysterious woman was."You've discovered you can't reach the demon wolf within," she said, her amusement evident.A spark of realization ign
As I approached the tower, my expectations shattered. Instead of a dark, foreboding Rapunzel-esque spire, a sleek glass skyscraper pierced the sky. I snorted. "Evil tower, indeed."The locals must have never seen a skyscraper before, I thought, or they've been trapped in their quaint town for too long. They sure reminded me of the locals in Rome. What would Commodus when he sees the modern Rome now? He was just immature to kill his father for the throne. Too bad he didn't get to enjoy his time as King.With a flourish, I unsheathed my swords and stepped into the building. The lobby's eerie silence enveloped me. Empty halls stretched out, devoid of life.I strode to the elevator, pressed the top-floor button, and waited. Minutes ticked by, yet the elevator didn't budge. Confusion gnawed at me.Just then, a familiar voice whispered in my ear. "I smell magic here, Maximus."I turned to face the demon wolf, surprised. "You're still here? I thought you'd wandered off."The wolf's gaze lock
The skeletal figure raised its hands to the sky. "As the dead obey Hades, so shall they obey me," it declared. "I summon all doomed souls within Minos' territory. Rise as death knights and heed my call."The ground trembled, and skeletal hands burst forth from the earth. Quickly, they multiplied - ten, hundreds, then thousands. Each wore black armor and wielded fiery swords.I merely smirked, stared at the clone like it was some kind of a stupid creature.“The more, the merrier, this just got more fun. And here I thought you were some mighty creature, I was wrong, you're just another dumb prey.”I gripped my sword and dashed towards the vast army at superhuman speed.I was like a blur to them and they were unable to retaliate. The death knights were falling, battered, dismembered, headless and burnt. But then I soon began to feel weak.Why the hell was I feeling weak? I should be feeling stronger the more I kill, shouldn't I?“Do you feel it now demon wolf?” The clone smiled and said.
As our helicopter soared towards London's outskirts, I sat between Major Triston Allen and Sergeant Anderson Marshal.Major Allen spoke through the headset, "Did you know Minos de First slaughtered 2,300 apprentices to revive his soulmate? Now, he controls an army of death knights and skeleton soldiers."I remained silent, sensing he was trying to provoke me.Sergeant Anderson responded, "That's ridiculous! Who confirms this?"Major Allen replied, "Intel from reliable sources. We're in over our heads, guys."I stayed quiet, unsure why they'd joined this perilous mission.Sergeant Anderson asked, "Xavier, what's your take on this?"I remained silent, lost in thought.Major Allen pressed on, "We need to know what we're up against. Xavier?"Sergeant Anderson intervened, "Let him focus, Major. We'll brief soon enough."The helicopter flew on, tension lingering.“No one has ever gone into his cave and returned.” Anderson said.So he truly is the most terrifying Necromancer alive. No one ha
«Ding!Two hours to doors unlock!» the AI system spoke out.Maximus smiled at Xavier."You must be wondering why I'm being such a talkative.""Yes, in fact, it's begining to annoy me. We're stock in here for another two hours." Xavier said. He really wanted to leave the facility and proceed with his plan to take down all Mafia families."I will keep you company for the next two hours then." Maximus said with feigned sadness."Dude! we're in this together!" Xavier almost blew his top."Then allow me to continue my life story." Maximus said beaming with smiles."What? weren't you through with all that.." Xavier was about to complain but Maximus placed his hand on Xavier's mouth."Hush, don't interrupt."*It was a few years after I returned from Rome, approximately twelve years after Rome. I got called up by Lucius, but this time, I had to hunt down and eliminate a few anomalies. Those with magic and systems just like you and I.I left the airport and hailed a cab to take me to the emba
It's been almost four years since Commodus brutally killed my father, plunging Rome into chaos. Daily, I heard horrifying stories of murder, rape, and war - the very evils my father had worked tirelessly to eradicate.Seeking justice, I waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike. Then, I learned Commodus had revived the brutal gladiator battles my father despised. Seeing an opportunity, I decided to become a gladiator to infiltrate Rome and get close to Commodus.Now, as a top-ranked gladiator, I've proven my skills in the arena."Spaniard, beware of the Roman gladiators," Motumba, a friendly dark-skinned gladiator from the desert, cautioned. "They're formidable opponents."I reassured him, "Don't worry, Motumba. They're human, just like us. We can beat them."Or, if you'd like a more modern and conversational tone:It's been four years since Commodus murdered my dad and sent Rome into chaos. I've been waiting for the right moment to take revenge.Then, I heard Commodus was hos
I approached Father, bowing slightly. "Father, the war with Germania is over, just as I promised."He dismounted his horse, hugged me, and kissed my cheek. "The gods blessed us the day you defeated the cyclops. You've liberated Rome once more."I smiled. "Rome gave me a home, and for that, I'm forever grateful."I took his hand, joking, "Let's go home, Father. You smell like dust and smoke."Father laughed, glancing at the approaching nobles. "The young Caesar thinks I need caring for."The nobles chuckled. I was taken aback. Did he just call me "Young Caesar"? Does he plan to make me his successor? What about Commodus?Uncomfortable, I decided to address it.“Father, what young Caesar, I am not even of royal birth, besides, you have Commodus.” I said but he only smiled.“Walk with me son. We need to talk.” he said and I then held his hand.We walked through the ranks of the Roman soldiers and onto the path leading to the outskirt of the battlefield.“All of Rome have chosen you as th