Legends never die

"So let me get this straight your name is Carl, and you came from a different world, and serve some God call Shaltear Shub-Niggurath, Aka the mother of a thousand Young, Aka the dark goat of the black woods."

"Actually my name is Fxgh'rfy'yua eight hundred fifty-nine son of the great old one Khatulu but due to being weak, I was disowned, so I serve master Shaltear now as her servant."

Fxgh'rfy'yua stated as he proceed to take a sip of the lemon tea, I brew.

"Yeah, that name is very confusing to pronounce much less remember, so your name is Carl."

"But that's the name my master gave me, at least refer to me a su...

"If I say your name is Carl then it's Carl."

"But I don't like the name Car...

"Carl is there a problem?"

I asked as I raised my hand, which caused this freak of nature to tremble as he responded as such.

"No sir the names Carl."

"Great, I'm glad we reach a conclusion, Carl will just be your Earth's name, although I shall call you Carl from now on."

Normally I would kill anyone that trespass on my territory, but I'm bored and this ugly thing interests me, for one I believed him simply because I set up a ruin that allows me to distinguish between truth and lies, so I know he is telling me the truth.

You may even say everything that is within this place is my domain and property you can't beat me, much less escape me, this entire mountain is one big domain, after all, the order of assassins was known to have well distinguished and honorable ruin masters, that we're famous across the world.

Although I haven't mastered the practice of ruin formation, to be honest, the practice of ruin formation was thought to the assassin order by my mother's blood-brother Loki, he is even older than the assassin Order, to be honest, he is one of the oldest immortals that exist today or I think he is, honestly speaking the last time I saw him was 700 years ago when he took the form of an old man who spread horrible and false rumors to caused chaos.

Although, it is practically impossible for me to find him much less locate him or maybe her honestly just like the first Hassan no one knows if Loki is a man or a woman as he is a master of the shape art, basically Loki can take the form of anything he has touched at least once.

Sometimes he is a man, other times he is a woman, majority of the time he is an animal or maybe even a beast form, although the guy or woman's sexual hobbies are rather questionable, would you believe me if I told you that Loki took the form of a giant female snake to seduces the Leviathan, to give birth to his youngest son Jormungandr.

But despite that, you could say Loki is the last indirect family I have left on this Earth that is if the person in question is still alive.

You see blood pacts, are sacred, they represent the brotherhood of two or more individuals, you can even say it is so sacred, that the ritual itself embodies the very meaning of your war is my war, and my war is your war.

It's like an eternal covenant that will not be null till everyone in the family is dead, and if mother was right her deal with Loki was that she will provide him a place to stay and give him access to the hydra dungeons where we train or most elite assassin, some ask why, well knowing him or her it's clear what he or she is doing down there.

In return, he has to protect some sacred treasures of the Kiza family, whatever that is, although I want to bash the guy's head in, as he didn't even help us when my family needed him or her the most.

But despite that I gaze upon Carl who was enjoying the tea I made for him, although this is a weird sight to behold, truly my life is the most enthusiastic, but I don't dislike this kind of interaction either.

A giant monster is chilling in my Cabin, drinking my special made tea, he kind of reminds me of my pet Kimono dragon, named Gonta who I trained to speak seven different languages out of boredom, a fun fact is he also likes the same tea that I'm serving Carl.

But one thing is for sure, I'm certain Carl didn't come here, just to drink tea and have a small talk, so I began to say with a slightly threatening voice.

"Ok... Carl, I have shown you my hospitality now state why you are here."

"Yeah."

"Oh my bad did I scare, hmm for someone as scary looking as you, you sure do get frightened easily."

"I... dislike violence, I'm a neutral person, I hate war and violence if anything I'm just a messenger for my master."

"No offense, but that doesn't sound reassuring at all, coming from you especially giving your looks that can give anyone nightmares."

"Yeah I get that a lot, but anyway let me state, the reason I come here, you see Mr. Kiza the outer Gods are impressed by your feats, you are a living legend in this world, who has fostered many other legends as well such as Oda Nobunaga, and the daughter of the dragon God the Shuten-douji if anything you are considered the strongest creature on Earth, the one who stands above all man and beast alike, the dragon, the demon, he who wanders the earth, humanity oldest shota, the king of all assassins, the privilege one, the baba Yana slayer, you go by many names, or as you are mostly known as the sixth Has...

Slice!

But as I was about to say these last words, a sudden blade that came out from nowhere was already at my throat, as the temperature in the room literally drop to zero.

Birds, deer, insects, and everything in the entire mountain began to run away, in fear of their life as thick and potent blood lust, overwhelm them and me alike, and when I look at Killta his eyes were completely devoid of all emotions.

His long red hair began moving around menacingly, like a nest of angry snakes preparing to strike its enemy, and his fingernail become that of iron black claws, meanwhile, a dark aura was completely visible around him, of course, being an ancient assassin he can bring fort his blood lust into reality at a physical level, and if that wasn't scary enough his voice becomes deep, no it was a mixture of five other voices, his mother, was one of them including his own, in short, these were the voices of the previous Hassan all speaking at the same time.

It made him sound androgynous, as the tone was both female and male, this was proof that he is the sixth Hassan-I-Sabbath, as it is believed when one Hassan dies there will continue to live in the next.

I an eldritch being, despite being the weakest coward, and failure of the Khatulu family was on the verge of shitting myself, if words were to get out that an eldritch being such as myself was terrified of a human then it would be the ultimate disgrace to the Khatulu family.

But why did Killta get like this I wonder, and then I remember an important last message my master told me before I came here.

[Oh yeah, by the way, if you value your life, don't mention anything of the candidate's true identity as the sixth Hassan-I-Sabbath, he is without a doubt a living legend that has taken the identity of many other legends such Sherlock homes, Leonardo DaVinci, And King Henry the 5th, and that's just a couple of his false names that's has carved his way through human history, Legends that are thought to be dead and lost in time, legends that are never forgotten, legends that will never die, all live within this man in a boys body, in one legend he is an honorable and fair teacher, in other he is a great scholar with knowledge so old an ancient he can't even be called human, in few legends he is wise and war-loving king, this man that a lot of the outer God have their eyes on, can even be called history embodiment and the immortal legend that never dies]

It's at that moment I knew I fuck up big time as I said.

"Aww fuck me."

This followed by me feeling a heavy right foot in my face which in return caused a loud explosion that made, I fly through Killta's cabin wall.

The pure strength of the kick was so strong it made me fly through half of the forest as trees, giant rocks, and even small hills were destroyed and a pathway was made.

"Shit that hurt, fuck this my life means more to me than anything else I'm sure the master will understand."

Started Carl as he proceed to grow a pair of dragon wings as he began flying, away but he didn't make it far because as soon as Carl reach about a thousand feet up, he felt a burning sensation on his back.

"Ha....ouch this hurt a lot the hell is this?"

And when I look, the monster in the form of a child, was suddenly on my back.

"When the hell did you get on my ba...

Slice!!!

But before I could even say anything he use his fucking sword that was taller than him and cut off both my wing

"Aghhhhh, shit come on now Mr. Kiza there seem to be a serious misunderstanding."

But that didn't help one bit it just made it even more worst, because he boots me in the face again, as we proceed to fall from the sky at great speed.

Booooom!

And all that was heard was the back of my skull, kissing the other end of a rocky platform which made a giant crater, my black blood flew everywhere.

As an immense pain began to flow through my body, it was like being bombarded by a stormy sky of needles, then being run over by a train, as your body is set on fire right after.

Pain, a feeling that I'm not used to, but overall I don't want to die, I'm just a messenger, I don't want to die, I want to see the cute eldritch scorpion girl again, I don't want to die, I want peace to flourish through the universe, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, someone help me, I don't want to die, help! hep! help! help! help! help! help! help! someone, anyone please save me.

Help, save me, I don't want to die, these were the only words coursing through my mind at this moment, like a broken record, normally I'm blessed with ultra speed regeneration, but ever since that sword touched me, it was as if my regeneration stop existing completely.

The sword itself seems to relinquish any form of immortality, once you are hit by it then you are dead, there is no saving you, but to think an eldritch being like myself, despite being the weakest and most worthless who would have thought that I of all person would be begging a human for my life, idiot I'm truly am an idiot, I got too friendly with this monster that knows no fear, and Eldrich being feed off the fear of man, he like a counter that doesn't give a shit about the unknown.

"Damit my master warn me, but yet, I still didn't heed her warning stupid, stupid, stupid Carl you had one job and you fail yet again."

With those words said, I gaze upon the monster who was slowly approaching me as the fear I felt coming from this man, exceeds all that came before him, even Shaltear and Khatulu never left such a deep and everlasting impression.

Red eyes glimmered from the smoke from which he came before me, I was dumb there was a reason he hide his identity as the sixth Hassan-I-Sabbath, the Mongols the very people he wipe off this earth, or so he thought because as long as a Hassan exist they will never die, as they will grow stronger as the meaning of their existence is to destroy the Order and the Hassan that leads them.

He gazes at me, as the chimera voice of five other people including his own ring out with a vivid bloodlust as he said with a cold and angered tone.

"I was a fool, you almost trick me, but to think you would have even bypassed the ruins that distinguish truth and lie, how foolish of me, for once I had hope that something interesting would happen but it seem that I was wrong, you Mongols are persistent fucks, you took my clan, you took my friends, you took my mother, you took everything away from me, you almost had me to be honest, but your mistake was revealing that I'm the sixth Hassan-I-Sabbath."

"Wait there seems... t... to be a mis...und...erstand....

"SHUT UP, THERE IS NO MISUNDERSTANDING, ONLY A FUCKING MONGOL WOULD KNOW WHO I AM, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I ERASE YOUR KIND FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS ALWAYS COME BACK LIKE AN ANNOYING AND PERSISTENT COCKROACH!!!"

GASP GASP.

States Kiza, who was raging at this point, as only one thing was playing in his mind, which was "Killed the enemy at all cost".

"I'm serious I'm not with them, I'm begging you don't do this you have no reason to kill me."

"Shut up, shut up, SHUTTTT THE FUCK UP! many people with great influence in the world know who or what I am, but never have I ever revealed that I am the son of WhiteRose Blood Anarchy Kiza, the former V Hassan-I-Sabbath, who died to make I "Killta Omega Ultimus TrueDeath Kiza" the VI Hassan-I-Sabbath, but I see now, so your part of the Chimera project those Mongrel were on about, no wonder you look so fucking ugly."

"No I don't want to die, please mercy, I'm seriously the assistant of an outer God, the only reason I'm not fighting back is that my power is not a fighting type, please don't kill me."

"Anyways die."

After those words were said, he brought up the legendary sword that has an absolute death effect, as he waste no time, and head for my head, but right after I was about to die.

A figure appears before me, clad in pure darkness, with two legs that resemble that of a goat and a long horn that curve to her back, although nothing could be distinguished about her facial feature as she was clad in a dark mist.

Between her fingers was the blade that had the very concept of true and absolute death applied to it, of course, which made the very person who I thought was going to kill me have a shocked look, and you could even see the concern in his eyes.

"What the hell kind of monster are you?"

"Ara ara, it's not good for children to play with a weapon as dangerous as this."