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Chapter 0: The End

It was a dark and cloudy night made even darker by the absence of the Moon. The dense dark clouds covered the night sky consealing the stars and spread a feeling of depression. Within a forest hidden from the eyes of those who have no business being there, stood a large manor.

From afar the place looked to be in order, but for those who came close it was a different story all together.

The door was wide open or at least what was left of it. Only half of the door remained, holes can be seen all across the remaining part, while the other half can be seen scattered all over the place in pieces of different sizes.

A heavy atmosphere could be felt covering the manor, a thick smell of iron hung in the air. Bodies lay lifeless in all directions, some with stab wounds, some with bullet holes all over their bodies, and some with missing body parts, but all without any exceptions lay dead.

Deep within the depth of the manner six human figures could be seen standing. One of these figures was a well built man with features that can only be described as hopelessly average, he had the sort of face that would never stand out in a crowd, a face you would see and forget about the next second, he was wearing a skin tight black long sleeved shirt with a bullet proof vest over it, long baggy black pants with many pockets, a belt with a gun holster attached on both sides and a dagger sheath on the back, heavy duty combat boots that seem to be capable of breaking bones of those unfortunate enough to find themselves on the receiving end of them, and if one looks carefully a hidden dagger holster can be seen on the side of the boots.

This man was a 49 year old man known as black, This was a name given to him by those in the business, because he was blacklisted by all law enforcement organizations in the world after his first ten kills. He gained his fame because all those he killed where high ranked politicians and diplomats from all over the world.

He had joined the military at the tender age of eighteen and served for fifteen years, through his career he managed to climb the ranks till he became one of the presidents honor guard.

One day he was falsely accused of attempting to assassinate the very person he was tasked to defend, The president.

The people who where responsible had done such an excellent job that the evidence was stacked against him so firmly, that all that was missing was a confession, he was found guilty and sentenced to death.

When given a final wish he had requested to be taken to a brothel to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh one last time. His plea was heard and he was taken to one, using the time when the guards escorting him where looking at the girls he used the opportunity to knock them out and escaped.

As a result he forced to live a life on the run. He had become a fugitive. Hated and despised by the very people he gave most his life to protect. A few years later he found an opportunity and faked his own death. After a few years of laying low and dissappearing from the eyes of the public, he bacame a hitman.

Back to the present. Black could be seen covered in blood with bullets all over his vest. There were three bloody holes one on his left shoulder, and another two through his thigh. He was surrounded by four armed men and with his only usable arm he was pointing his pistol towards his target.

He was asked to kill this man by the man's own son. The brat was too eager to inherit his father's money.

He had underestimated his target this time and he was about to pay the price. The target was a rich tycoon who made his money through human trafficking and prostitution, unbeknownst to Black he had recently started expanding to smuggling high end weapons which led to this unfortunate predicament.

Where there would originally have been five to ten bodyguards protecting him, when the time came to act, he instead encountered about a hundred well armed men who had been stationed at his manor to protect a weapons shipment that had come in a few hours beforehand.

Having his way of escape cut off he had no other choice but to kill his way through. Knowing that there was no escaping this pridicament, he cursed the man's son for failing to give him this information, resolving himself he decided to go out with a bang and die on his own terms.

Activating the bomb he had implanted in his body for incase he was ever killed, without missing a beat he shot his target right between his brows and was showered in a storm of bullets in return.

As he started feeling his life coming to an end, he could feel the bomb in his chest start to stur, it was set to explode when his heart stopped. It was his final gift to his would be killer. He couldn't help but to recall his life, the days of his youth where he spent his days watching anime reading Manga and novels, his teenage years spent chasing skirts and money.

Those where simpler times before he was forced to realize the cruelty of reality. He learned the hard way that one must always look out only for oneself, cause betrayal will never come from strangers. All people will betray you for their own benefits, if they don't then it simply means the price wasn't high enough yet.

He promised himself if he where to get another chance to never again let himself be used by others to make himself the number 1 priority. And to keep his nose out of other peoples affairs. As the silent night was lit up in a bright blaze of light, the demon known as Black was no more.

An unknown amount of time later a Grey ball of light could be seen floating around within an empty void, seemingly at peace with the silence. This ball or perhaps this soul was the former assassin Black.

This was a new experience for the old soul, he has no eyes no body but yet he could still perfectly see and feel everything that was happening around him. The empty Void was comfortable for him the silence brought him a feeling he had long since forgotten this feeling was peace.

But just as all good things must come to an end, the tranquil and peaceful state of things didn't last long, it was shattered by the decent of a powerful aura that descended upon him like the force of an entire ocean falling upon an insignificant ant. It felt as if his soul would be turned to dust in an instant. But just as suddenly as the pressure came it receded.

(MC POV)

I couldn't see who or what was before me, but my instincts which were sharpened and refined buy years upon years of hard work, life and death battles on many battlefields, and the conditioning of having to become a perfect killing machine, where at a superb level that most wouldn't even be able to dream about reaching in their entire lifetime, yet those very same instincts where screaming at me that an insurpassible mountain was standing before me.