Flos Nivis: Dark Lord's Beloved Wife

Beep beep beep...

~sssshhh~ssshh...

The whistling of cars and the sound of the wind sound could be heard in the bustling center of the city where the neon light of each building collided with each other.

With the noise from cars passing, and the lights of the streets and buildings in his eyes, he collides against the window glass from the building on the 34th floor.

It was his last mission, but it failed. Betrayed by his friend and his girlfriend, but he couldn't end just like that. He couldn't die, removing his coat and throwing it to the 34th floor as a last gift to the betrayers he said:

"Let's end all of this... This is a gift from me..."

While falling from the building and throwing a mouthful of blood, he smiled like a crazy bastard.

The last thing he remembers is the distorted faces from the two bastards and the explosion of the 34th floor, then all that happened next was the pain of his body and his sight turning pitch black.

He was supposed to be an expert assassin with great medical skills and was raised directly by the boss, but because of that, many other assassins were jealous of him, and a bounty for his head was put.

Now, everything ended. In this last mission, he was supposed to retire, just wanting to have a normal life but was betrayed by his comrades.

His boss knew of his plans and didn't want to leave loose any potential risks. His boss was one of the collaborators in his death, but now he must be wriggling in pain from the last gift and troubles he left him.

Maybe, he even didn't know that his dear student, who was supposed to be his successor already knew what he was planning, but had already prepared beforehand for his death because, although he was trained by that boss as the successor, he knew that he couldn't win against a whole organization.

Memories of his life flashed in his consciousness. Memories of his family while floating in the dark, memories that he believed had already been forgotten. The time when he was recruited was when he was just a child of 6 years old. His years learning to avenge his family after them were killed and the moment he first killed his first friend in the organization, who didn't even resist and let him kill him voluntarily.

Just when he is dead he remembers, how that friend smiled at him just before being killed. There was no hatred in that smiling face, just kindness.

While drowning in those fragments of memory, suddenly, he felt a sensation, as if being pulled by a vacuum, as if being attracted by something.

He tried to struggle, but it was impossible to escape.

When he was already giving up the struggle, a light appeared before him(because he is dead). The light came from where the power of suction was.

He was slowly approaching that light, and just when he was about to disappear in that light, he remembers the last words of his friend while his eyes were fixed at him.

-- Live, live until the end...--

In his consciousness appeared just one phrase.

'It seems that this is my end.'