Chancellor Moro.

"So, how will we decide who to kill?" Vedeath asked her sister who was dripping with sweat after an intense training session. Esdeath stopped what she was doing and thought for a moment before responding.

"Investigation. That's probably the best option."

"Glad we are on the same page," Vedeath clasped her hands together, "Archon." A winged figure made of pure light appeared out of thin air.

"You will assist Es-chans Void Eater in an investigation, alright?" Archon nodded and left with Esdeath's Void Eater.

"How long should they investigate for? I think a week is good enough." Esdeath said to Vedeath who noted her head in agreement.

"Now onto more serious matters," Vedeath pulled a sketchbook out, "We need to design a symbol!" Esdeath chuckled at her sister's priorities but nonetheless helped her out. In the end, they came up with a coiling dragon as a symbol.

"Hey, when do you think Samui is going to wake up?" Vedeath asked her sister who was swinging her rapier.

"I dunno, I hope it's soon. It's kinda weird not having him around..." Esdeath continued to swing her rapier and Vedeath eventually joined her.

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[1 week later.]

A winged being of light and a ball of darkness flew through the air at sonic speeds. They flew above forests and small villages and were even pointed out a couple of times. They soon arrived at a large floating castle above the mountains.

"You guys are back!" Vedeath ran and hugged both Archon and Void Eater.

"What did you find?" Esdeath asked and their respective familiars told them telepathically.

"Interesting. So we're after a guy named Moro?" Vedeath muttered to herself in question, "He's a real dickhead..."

"Yeah, I mean who finds enjoyment in raping a 6-year-old girl? The only thing I could possibly find enjoyable is her screams of terror..." Esdeath agreed in disgust.

"Not to mention his other crimes, murder, blackmail, mass murder, tax evasion, more murder, this guy really likes killing people huh?" Vedeath mentioned with a laugh at the end.

"Well, now that we have our first target we might as well start planning now..." Esdeath created a table of ice and began planning with Vedeath.

"It's obvious that we will sneak in tonight," Vedeath said and Esdeath nodded, "Es-chan you can make cloaks of darkness to hide our bodies and I'll create masks to hide our identities. I don't think we should use our regular weapons but that could be up for debate. I also think we should everyone in the mansion, send a message ya know?"

"I agree on killing everyone in the mansion. But why shouldn't we use our regular weapons? It's not like someone is going to survive and notice our weapons. Besides no one in this Empire is going to look at the exact way someone was cut and determine what type of sword was used, that's virtually impossible." Esdeath said as Vedeath rethought her words.

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense..." Vedeath walked towards one of the many windows in the floating castle. Vedeath looked at the clouds below and smiled slightly.

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[Nighttime, Above Chancellor Moro's Mansion.]

Two shadowy figures floated above a large mansion. The figure on the left wore a white mask that lacked all facial features but two black eye holes. The figure on the right wore the same mask but in black.

"Are you ready Black?" The figure wearing the white mask asked their associate.

"Of course I am White." The figure wearing the black mask responded.

'I knew giving each other code names would be cool!' Vedeath told her sister over their telepathic link.

'I can't lie, it's kinda cool...' Esdeath was happy that she had a mask on due to her facial expression.

'Alright let's begin!' Vedeath dropped down and crashed through the roof of the mansion. Esdeath dropped next to her and they drew their blades.

'Remember, no survivors.' Esdeath said and Vedeath nodded. Vedeath split ways with Esdeath and killed a maid who went to examine the noise. The sisters killed their way through the mansion until they reached Moro's room. Esdeath kicked down the door and Moro was standing naked over a young girl who looked to be around 13.

"Who are-" Moro couldn't finish his question as a great pressure pressed on his shoulders.

"Shut it," Vedeath said as she pressured Moro with her Magical Energy, "We are Black and White and we are here to kill you. Is that good enough?"

Moro's fat body shivered in fear and Esdeath grabbed him by the neck.

"Now do you have any valuables?" Esdeath asked the shaking Chancellor who nodded rapidly. Esdeath let go of his neck and made him walk in its direction.

'Nows my chance!' Moro thought to himself as he jumped forward and pressed a golden button, sending an alarm to the nearby soldiers.

"You aren't too smart huh?" Vedeath questioned as she chopped off Moro's left hand. Moro held his stump and screamed in pain.

"You too will be caught soon!! And you are caught I'll make sure to torture you until you plead for mercy!!!" Moro's bloodshot eyes yelled in a crazed pain fueled rage. The sisters simply laughed at his proclamation and Esdeath decapitated him.

"Now we might have a slight problem." Vedeath looked outside the window and saw 250 soldiers coming towards Moro's mansion. Esdeath sighed and the sisters jumped out of the window.

'Let's deal with this quickly, I want to get rid of Moro's filthy blood.' Esdeath told Vedeath in disgust. The sisters landed on the ground and they were surrounded by the 250 soldiers. A man in red armor stepped forward and brandished his sword.

"I, Gregory Hitzgerald, hereby place these two assailants under arrest! If you two resist you will be met with deadly force!" Gregory the man in the red armor exclaimed. He had a smug smile on his face until he heard laughter. The sisters laughed until they got ahold of themselves.

"That was funny!" Vedeath said and Gregory's face was filled with anger.

"How dare you laugh in my face!! Arrest them and make sure they leave here with a few limbs missing!" Gregory exclaimed in rage and the soldiers began charging Vedeath and Esdeath.

Vedeath and Esdeath's bodies gained a blue outline. They vanished from their positions confusing and shocking the soldiers around them. Until the soldiers heard a yell and saw heads beginning to fly up.

"What are you doing?! ATTACK!" Gregory yelled and the soldiers tried their best to hit Vedeath and Esdeath but to no avail. After a few minutes, every soldier but Gregory didn't have a head. The sisters walked towards Gregory who was backing away in fear.

"I-I am the son of an official! If you kill me my father will find you!" Gregory threatened but the sisters didn't care.

"Chains of Judgement." Chains made of light bursted from the ground and caught Gregory. The sisters stood above Gregory and smiled under their masks.

"We are going to have fun with you," Esdeath bent down and grabbed Gregory by his hair, "Any way we like..." Esdeath whispered in Gregory's ear and he pissed himself in fear.

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[Next Morning, In front of Moro's Mansion.]

"W-What the hell happened here?!" A man in iron armor asked with fear laced in his voice.

"It's a massacre..."

"Was this the work of a danger beast?"

"Is that Lord Hitzgerald's son?!"

The scene the soldiers and commoners were looking at was 250 heads pinned to Moro's mansion with Moro and his family's mutilated bodies hanging from their flag pole. On Moro's stomach was the carving of a coiling dragon. His arms, legs, and face were devoid of skin. His skin was placed in his mouth and his organs were wrapped around his neck as he was hanging by his organs, everyone in his family was. There was also a body held up by a cross made of light. The body was Gregory's and his body was in worse condition than Moro's. His mouth was nailed shut and his eyes were forcibly widened with sowing string. His face no longer had a nose and his scalp was visible. Everything below his neck was split in half and his organs were tied into a knot around his neck, anymore explanation and this chapter would be R-18.

"WHO DID THIS TO MY SON!?!" An old man on a white horse yelled in question as he looked at Gregory's mutilated body. An attendant came next to him to answer.

"S-Sir we have no idea who or what did this and our only clue is the coiling dragon symbol on Chancellor Moro's stomach. We believe that an assassin group is responsible for this tragedy." The attendant answered and the old man only grew angrier.

"WELL FIND OUT WHO THIS ASSASSIN GROUP IS!!!" The old man yelled and the attendant left with 15 horsemen.

Meanwhile, the news of Moro and Gregory's death spread across the Empire. The news was met with celebration by the commoners and rivaling noble families. The Empire placed a portion of its resources to find the culprits but to no avail. That was until officials began dropping left and right and within two weeks 20 Empire officials were dead, thoroughly shaking up The Empire's administration and power. Prime Minister Honest along with the Emperor placed themselves in hiding as to avoid the assassin's wrath.

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[Secret Meeting Room.]

"How are we going to deal with the current assassin situation?" A fat man asked the 6 other people sitting around a black table.

"I would say call in the Elite Seven but they are busy, perhaps the Four Rakshasa Demons?" An old man with a large beard asked.

"No, they are currently protecting Me and The Emperor." The fat man said and the room went quiet until someone had an idea.

"What about the new assassin group? The Sinister Six?" A skinny man mentioned and everyone in the room shuddered a bit.

"You mean that group of monsters? If it wasn't for the fact that we've purposely been keeping them fighting the Spawn, we would have a huge problem on our hands. They hardly listen to orders since the death of their captains a year ago." The old man said with fear.

"Even more reason to have them find the assassin group. If the assassin group proves to be too strong them they'll wipe out the Sinister Six and most likely take heavy damages." The skinny man said.

"Then it's settled, we are putting The Sinister Six on this mission!" The fat man said and the meeting room was empty.

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"I heard we have a mission in the capital, I hate that place." A black-haired boy said to a lilac-haired girl who was wiping blood off of her katana.

"What's our mission?" The girl asked.

"Find some assassin group or something, what a pain." The black-haired boy said as he jumped off of a mountain of dead Spawn.

"Finally something to do," The lilac haired girl smiled maliciously, "I hope it's fun!"