Prologue

In the dark night, a fishy-iron scent of fresh blood suddenly wafted through the air. The scent is quite unpleasant for those who never smelled such a heavy scent. It burns the lungs and makes one so nauseous, you will vomit. 

Two men, one seated while the other one stood  while gripping the hair of the dangling man beside him, silently stared at another person currently seated behind a desk, inside a small dimly lit office. 

The man seated at the Boss's  seat is trembling- his left hand pinned at the table with a dagger, still bleeding, seemed about to rip due to his own shaking. His eyes red rimmed and his clothes messy. 

He was the complete opposite of the two before him.

The one standing tall, with his 6ft. height- smirked as he pulled the man he was holding,  seemingly taunting the boss.  His face looks like an innocent dog due to his large sapphire blue eyes and shaggy blond hair, however, his  cold stare and slightly upturned curve at the end of his lips perfectly portray the devil  that he is.  His other gloved  hand held a silver dagger, the same replica of the dagger used to pin the Boss's  hand at the table.

"You really won't tell us? Even if your only brother dies?" He says with a slight tilt of his head, making his hair droop at the side.  The action seemed cute and harmless if it wasn't for his action of stabbing the dangling man just before he end his words.

The man cried out, his body spasming  as he breath raggedly through the pain.

The boss yelled, his dry cracked lips, releasing a guttural sound like that of a cornered beast.

His eyes filled with hatred as he watched his younger brother bleed from the various wounds inflicted by the man.

But what can he do?

He will die if he opens his mouth and even think of ratting them out.

He will never be able to utter a sound before the chip inside his brain detonates.

"I can't! You know I can't!" He said through his clenched teeth.  His voice filled with undisguised desperation.

However the man did not pity him, he casually pulled the dagger earning himself another pain filled groan from the dangling man.

"What to do? You and your brother is useless to us then?" The man said, his blue eyes appearing sad and truly concerned. However, this expression made no one feel at ease. It only made the two brothers shook even more with apprehension.

"I can't tell you anything. You have to find it on your own. Please- release my brother. You can access the data base, I'll  give you the backdoor I made so that you can access it without being traced. Just please, let my brother go.?" The boss whispered, his trembling lips uttered a series of unfinished code before stopping. " I promise to give the remaining numbers if you let him go."

He almost got down on his knees and  begged, however, the dagger pinned on his hand prevented him so.

The man looked at the person who remained silent from the very beginning. The man has black hair, so dark it almost seemed blue. His pale teal gray silver eyes is like a gemstone reflecting the light coming from the brightly lit  lamp beside the couch he was seated. He has high nosebridge, sword like dark brows and slightly downward pink lips. His sharp jaw and slightly pointed chin made him seemed cold and detached, but his handsome visage is enough of attraction despite the danger he exudes.  

His turle neck sweat shirt accentuates  his long and white neck as well as his well toned body. While his tight black jeans and black combat boots accentuates  his thick thighs and long legs. Although seated, one can naturally tell that he is tall and slender.  But still smaller, compared to the blue eyed man. 

"Brother, what to do? It seems we have no reason to listen to this little shits any further?" The blue eyed man grinned happily, ready to kill at ny moment now.

" Tell  me the rest of the code and I'll let him free." The seated one spoke coldly. He tapped on his sit. His slender jade like fingers created a series of sound.

The boss took a deep breath and recited the code. The moment he finished  he felt his body starts to tremble even more.

"BROTHER!!!" The younger one of the two called out, his slightly closed eyes due to the bruises of his face made his eye sight blurry, but he can still perceive the dark liquid pouring out of every orifices of his older brother. He cried out, tears welling down his face. He wanted to run towards his brother. But all he can do is weakly struggle and watch as his only relative die. " NO!!! Please! Help him!... Please .."

"Oi, oi, oi! He's  dying? Oh! The code is a back door  but it is also a reverse code? It attacks the system of the main branch? What a clever fellow! Brother, what shall we do?" The blue eyed man ask happily.

"A reverse code? It wasn't important to us. It won't harm the main system. It's puny compared to Zero's virus." The man snorted before standing up. His movement smooth and gentle, just like a feather gently touching the ground after it drifts for a moment. "No need for them. Clean them up, Karlsson. No need to make another mess." 

"Sure, Bro~" Karlsson happily obliged. His steps light  despite his large stature.

The moment the other man's back disappeared from his sight, Karlsson smiled wickedly. His puppy like sapphire eyes had gone wild and filled with madness. He then approached the dying person and the crying one at the floor. His large hands filled with dark energy grabbed the thin neck of the young man. His lips curved into a smirk as he whispered a curse.

The young man, filled with wounds, tried to struggle to be freed from the deathly grip. But to no avail, the other is too strong. 

Karlsson smiles happily, eyes filled with Glee as various runes appeared on his skin. It wriggles and conjured black like threads as it spread on his pale skin  before slowly, like a flowing ink-like liquid, flowed towards the neck of the young man he was currently grabbed by the neck. The smooth transer of the curse made him groan with atmost satisfaction as the young man screamed and screeched from the agony.

The dark runes fill the man's skin, each engravings breath forth a black smoke that seemed to erode one's  very soul. The young man, unable to fight crawled and twisted his body as the pain he had never felt before spread like wildfire just beneath his skin. His bones creaking as if being twisted from somewhere deep within. His eyes pale eyes turned black, like a marble filled with darkness with no light inside. There's not even a reflection to be seen. His whole body started rotting at a very rapid rate, but the pain continued to torture his very soul. 

The suffering lasted for a minute but it felt like an eternity. But who would save them? Not even God can do so.

Outside the building, a sleek black car was parked, with a man standing at its  side. It was the same black haired man who left the office from minute's ago. His straightback leaning at the car. His teal gray eyes seemed unfocused yet his awareness of his surrounding was as sharp as a well trained assassin. 

He pulled a cigarette box from his coat pocket, took one inside and lit one, before taking a deep breath. He then keep the box back to his coat before opened his mouth to breath out a black like fog.

Suddenly, the sound of something rustling and ticking is heard, it was a sound like a thousand of insect crawling inside the ground. It was jarring to be heard in the middle of an empty parking lot, but the man remained motionless. His serious and mysterious countenance held a very ethereal glow, so beautiful one will probably be filled with obsession if left seen.

The man straightened his back, raised a gloved slender hand, and pulled a small dagger from the space beside him. The movement was so fast that a normal person would not be able to cope up with just their eyes.

Then he moved swiftly, raised his leg and kicked at his left side with his right leg, the motion of the slender leg looked harmless but the force it contained created a huge impact that shattered the concrete he stood on. Nothing can be seen as his opponent, but the sound made from the collision says otherwise. Something also flew and flung aside after the kick was released. 

The black haired man then stabbed towards his right, the small dagger emitting a faint dark bluish hue before it was met with a flesh. He continued stabbing three times before pulling back the dagger and throwing the thing he stabbed on the floor.

The movement he made was so swift and smooth, no one can ever anticipate it. He stared at the destroyed parking lot, then at the person that appears bleeding before his feet.

It was a man with buzz cut brown hair, wearing dark leather clothes that seemed use to blend in the night. A common assassin attire. The man was bleeding with a very dark blood that emits rotting odor, so disgusting, it even made the man scrunched his nose.  The man died and turned into a goo, like a black mud from a rotten swamp. The sight is familiar, it was something they always encounter when they go out and do their business. Despite the fast paced fight and swift victory, the man's  expression remained unchanged. He was just looking at soemthing trivial  nothing more.

"Looks like they wouldn't stop causing trouble." A familiar voice echoed as a large man with shaggy blond hair appeared like a ghost beside the car. His blue eyes filled with mirth and satisfaction from a very happy hunt. "Bro, why are we even doing this shitty covert mission? We can just kill them all through the front door. You're strong, and I can even hold on my own, so why?"

The black haired man took a glance at Karlsson before taking the cigarette from his mouth. He almost forgot that he even had it. He threw  it down and trampled it with the soles of his leather shoes creating a faint crunching sound against the pavement.

"We are not strong enough to do a direct confrontation." He answered indifferently. "Your ability as Goetic is not enough. And your physical strength is not as it's peak.  Twenty years we spent in that hell hole, twenty years we were weakened. From those of us who survived, it was an even hellish torture, but to those who died earlier, it was a repentance and salvation. We were cursed to live our eternal lives, so what'sthe rush. We can bid our time. "

"We are not cursed! We a-" Karsson tried to refute but was cutoff by the other mans sharp words. He can only grind his teeth and listen as the man spoke again.

"We are disaster and chaos. You know it Karlsson. We all both know it. We were abandoned and left to die, with the disguise of cleasing and purification, not even those who termed themselved as parents want us to live. But it was all for nothing but to weaken us. You know what it did to all of us, what it did to you. We may be able to fight ten of them, but not Ten of those fuckers."

"Brother, what are we to do then? There's nothing we can do when we can't even find a trace of them. Although we successfully escaped, it was all for naught then. We can find them, look although we find one, we still reurned to the beginning. We've  basically destroyed three of their laboratories but we cant even find one of the commandments." Karlsson whined like a child. His eyes filled with irritation and Annoyance as well as a mixed of indignation.. it has been so long. Five yeats and still, they were unable to find anything. "What are they supposed to do then?wait?"

"Not really. We don't have to wait that much longer. We just have to continue causing trouble, be the bait and lure the snake. In our case, they will surely dispatch 'Him'."the man spoke with mirth and Joy as he seems to recall something interesting and amusing.

Karlsson scowled, "Why are we waiting for that fucker? Did you forget how he tried to kill you once? I can't even fight him with you, what can I even do if he decides to kill us?"

"What, he caught me but didnt kill me. Don't you think he'd  be interested for a partnership and cooperation?"

"Eli, don't joke around. That man is not like us. We were able to escape that hell, while he couldn't. He didnt even tried hard enough to do so! Why are you so believing of such person?" Karlsson voiced out, his agitation was clearly showed as faint runes appeared around his neck. His teeth turning sharper by the second.

Suddenly, a gloved hand tapped his shoulder. The touch, despite not being directly in contact with his skin, brought him some kind of fresh feeling. The one that gave you refreshing feeling after you drink something cild when your thirsty. He sighed, then his body relaxed as the runes visible to the naked eyes, suddenly vanished like a smoke.

He stared at the man before him, nod his head calmly.

"He has a reason for not escaping with us. I, too, wanted to know why. Perhaps, we need to create an even more bigger disturbance to attract their attention." He said coldly. He widrew his gloved hand and walked towards the car. "You've been feeling agitated during these past few days. You missing Heim?"

"It's the fullmoon. Dont tease me, Bro." Karlsson answered. He then tsked before entering the door on the driver's side. Eli sat at the passengers seat, lean the the door while looking at the outside. Karlsson started the car and drove out of that place.

"Heim is not joining as, don't even think about it, Bro." Karlsson suddenly voiced out.

Eli, stunned from the others words, laughed. He grinned then hummed, but didn't denied nor agreed.

All of them, despite escaping will one day gather and end what has already  been started. He just wished that they were strong enough to get what they truly desired.

Their complete freedom.

As they say, there's  always something to pay. Each has equal compensation for what has been exchanged.

The happy days is about to end.