Events of the Past. Plans for the Future.

For the past two years, I had a made quite a name for my self in the international black market.

After moving through the cities one by one, understanding the local customs, politics and power balance, I would approach desperate businessman, politicians and even the police force. Anyone that that needed an evil person dead.

That's right. I made my name as a hired gun (or a hired katana, you could say). I would only take money for the heads of degenerated trashes of societies, such as corrupt politicians who would end up making the lives of their citizens miserable.

Or, filthy businessmen who would exploit their workers and their consumers. One such being the upper management of a pharmaceutical company that sold medicine with horrible side effects but denied any knowledge of such acts and denying compensation to the families of the affected.

I also once aided the Korean police department to dismantle an international child trafficking and prostitution ring in a month.

Of course, I mainly did it for the money, but there were some truly horrible people sometimes.

Stories of a white haired, masked woman spread throughout many international organisations like wildfire 5 months after I first took my commission.

All that would be left of the criminals would be a USB with all their horrible deeds stuffed in the mouths of bodyless heads in their sites of operation.

A quick encrypted phone call to the local authorities and I would bolt to the next country.

Of course, I never showed my appearance, and better yet, I changed my body to that of a beautiful white-haired woman, 5"9' in height and always wearing a sanguine medieval gothic trench coat. Similar to the ones from that game about assassins.

My weapon of choice being a pair of katanas I made from the celestial energy infused ore from the cave. They were beautiful, curved blades of 1.7 metres, shining bright silver, emitting a glow like the morning sun.

The name, The White Swordsman spread throughout the international underground, striking fear deep in their cores.

New York.

One could see an extremely handsome man with white hair and wearing a trim high quality black semi-formal suit, sitting on a park side bench eating a pretzel staring of into space. The contrast of the brightest white of the hair with the sanguine eyes and the dark suit, made for a heavenly image. The scene gave of a similar vibe to that famous portrait of Lucifer. Holy, but with a hint of darkness.

He would mechanically take a bite of the pretzel every few minutes and eat it without even chewing.

That's right. It was me. Lucifer Cereus Leukos.

Though I didn't realise that I absent-mindedly ate the pretzel without actually chewing, since my mind was currently coming up with a plan of action with the Great Sage in my mindscape.

"We could open up a small shop as a cover for my underground business."

[Negative. A small shop would not explain the lavish luxuries that you require. A small store will not explain how you were able to afford the whole building next to the Stark Tower, right in the middle of New York.]

"True but wouldn't opening up a company require quite a lot of manpower, and also a credible history. These past two years, we have been travelling like mercenaries, living in hotels one day and camping out the other. Not exactly a stable living source."

{Have you forgotten who you are talking to. I am the Great Sage, who after splitting of a part of my consciousness into a digital form, was able to function as an AI}, came an sweet but annoyed voice a young lady from the earphones I was currently wearing.

{I can literally hack into any computer on the planet and create 100 identities for you by the time you manage to snap your fingers. Tsun-Tsun}

I laugh at her voice at first but then understand the meaning behind her words. I could have a fake personal history done in a second and apply for any licences required for a business.

"Ok then, lets do that. Great Sage, create a fake personal history for me. And get me some certificates for a pharmaceutical company, a computer manufacturing company and an automobile manufacturing company"

"And also, look for some cheap factories where I could manufacture all of this."

{Of course. And done. You could produce a physical copy of the licenses and certificates anytime, and the electronic copies are available in my servers.}

"Alright then. Let's go buy a building."