[REAPER]

In a large hall, a tall, buff man wearing elaborate robes sat on a golden throne.

" The Sunfox clan has been taken care of, yes?"

The man asked, facing a young boy kneeling on the floor.

" Yes, your majesty the clan has been dealt with accordingly"

The boy replied, pulling out a bloodied parcel. Behind the Emperor stood a small figure clad in black with duel knives and a deep hood.

This strange shadow of a person had bright green eyes, and tattoos encircling their neck.

"Very well, ACE please dispose of anyone aware of this plot at once and give the Sunfox clan a small message for me".

The king glanced over his back warily as if he was not certain the figure wouldn't decapitate him then and there. Of course, he knew that they would bear the mark of traitor if they should.

This thought eased his mind and he looked to the young boy and smiled anxiously as if imagining the sight that would soon unravel.

"Yes at once your majesty~"

A youthful voice sounded from the strange figure and immediately a spray of blood covered the floor. Any spectators would have seen the shadow turn into a blur as a knife sliced through the boy's head and stab into the wall.

With a flick of their fingers, the figure retrieved the knife and vanished leaving behind no evidence of the emperor's involvement with this unfortunate event in the Sunfox clan.

-Meanwhile in the Sunfox clan-

"WHY?"

A shrill voice screeched.

"My baby!"

A woman in an extravagant silk gown sat kneeling over the still body of an infant.

"It's all his fault! The narcissistic bastard!- AHHHH!"

The woman bawled, shaking on the floor.

At the same time, a large man also dressed in expensive clothing, threw open the door and marched in.

"Get up. "

The man spoke in a low voice full of malice.

"The Emperor has done enough to our clan don't go giving him reasons to send one of his little doggies here to finish you off!"

"The Emporer...I swear he will feel pain again! His sins will condemn him to hell! The empire will be under us once more!"

The woman stood, the baby in her arms was missing one of its legs. hacking marks could be seen as if the culprit was inefficient with a knife - or just plain enjoying the murder.

She walked out of the room and entered a smaller room with a wooden cradle. She sat the child in the cradle and composed herself. Running her fingers along its cheek, she whispered something under her breath and left the room.

She wanted revenge.