The wind fiercely blew against two hooded beings which stood on a pantagruelian dark hued glassy stone wall which enclosed The Mendez grand mansion.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled intensely signifying an impending storm but nevertheless the duo beings on the wall relentlessly held on against the raging wind.
With fluttering flapping coats they gazed down at the objective that dropped them in that position, soon rain began to drizzle as the wind, lightning and thunder intensifyed.
" Are you sure you want to do this, Lucian " one said to the other, with dark blue hair and dazzling black eyes the other being which was clearly a child of twelve nodded.
Two hundred meters below was a garden with a single tree and carpet grass, a place Lucian grew into the killing machine he was turned to, escaping was far better than living as a personal hitman for a psychopathic manipulator.
As he stood here, he engaged in a fierce eye staring contest with the bane of his bondage, his foster father Augustine Mendez, who had earlier come to retrieve him for was he claimed was a better life.
But Lucian knew better, he was cast into this black painted mansion since he was three and ever since then he was trained solely on the act of killing.
He might have been an outcast with no mana core and blessed with unimaginable physical prowess, but he didn't deserve to be treated like a toy to be manipulated with, running from his so called trainers who endlessly tried to kill him.
Or was it the fact that when he eventually got older at six years old he was given six distinctive masters which taught him six forms of ending the human life in a mass attack.
Surprisingly he mastered every single thing in the space of six years and only recently just merely a week ago he was made to kill every single one of those masters.
Now he was done, after years of planning, it was finally time to gain the freedom he would only have read in novels and historical documentary.
Staring down at his father filled his young but matured mind with immense hatred, staring at his father's cohort of children like him filled his heart with far more hatred.
Unsheathed a one meter long blade from his waist, he pointed it at Augustine while his eyes were locked on a twelve year old girl which stood by Augustine's right.
A glint flashed through his eyes as he bellowed in an inhumane voice defying the logic that it came from a monstrously strong twelve year old boy, " AUGUSTINE!!!, I WOULD KILL YOU, EVEN IT'S THE LAST THING I DO ".
Ever since his eyes were on the petite twelve year old girl, he remarked her demeanor as it shifted to one of a anger and a firm resolve while his morphed to the one fear yet despise.
They memories they shared were Harsh And Unforgiving.
Lucian's partner held him on the shoulder as a signal, he sighed and looked at his father's cohort of seven for they shall be he's greatest enemies in his journey and finally his eyes fell on his father.
Clouds gathered above Lucian and his friend as a shadowy gloom be fell them, Augustine gave a sadistic smirk as lightning struck the duo with a resounding rumble.
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Darkness, Absolute Darkness.
Plain Void was the only thing that existed until it was interrupted by loud chatting and laughter, the sound of smashing glass and wailing bar keepers staired the young man awake.
He slapped his hand on his face and slide downwards to his shin, his predator eyes darted across the room, the smell of alcohol, tobacco and dusty wood assaulting his nostrils.
Bending by the side to release a soft cough, he straightened up, dusted his trench coat and firmly placing a cowboy hat above his dark blue hair.
Adjusting the hat in a way it covered his eyes, leaning back on the chair he reached for a box of cigarettes in his pocket and when he got it, in placed it between his lips and used a lighter to light it up.
Now a mysterious aura was set around him, he watched with a hint of disdain in his calmed demeanor, the carouse happening in the bar was clearly an annoyance to him, nevertheless he waited.
Dimly lit lanterns hung to illuminate the bar as the night raged on, a band of local singers performed to ease the dread curse of the night although that was of no use because the occupants of the bar made merry dancing and freeing themselves from the hard labours of the day.
Men drank to stupor with the money they were supposed to return to their families with, flirting with waitresses was another norm that occurred regularly.
A group of rough looking men laughed as they greedily gulped down the dried gin, one of the men banged his beer jug on the table splashing some of the liquid on the mysterious man's trench coat as he sat on a table beside theirs.
' Gabriel better have an excuse for coming late ' he said to himself as he wiped the liquid away puffing more of his smoke.
A waitress approached him with a platter of some liquor just to get ogled and indecently smacked on her behind by one of the drunks, nevertheless she waved it aside as those were the con's that came with the job.
Dropping the platter on the mysterious man's table she leaned closer and said " The master says he's greetings ", after that she turned around to leave.
" Ya say WHAT!, Am a beat ya arse " one the drunks said punching his fellow across the face, tripping on the punch the other man fell nearly collapsing of the mysterious man's table.
Moving at an astonishing speed the mysterious man shoved the man aside potentially saving his table from harm while throwing the man to cold wooden floor but it wasn't over.
The drunk who threw the first punch turned to the mysterious man and launched a blow, slowly and fairly predictable, he raised his hand to block the attack just to find the fist frozen still.
At that time a crowd of customers had already gathered at the scene.
He signed, " Took you long enough ", the drunk immediately screamed and fell to the ground convulsing and fidgeting, his mind and organs, infact his entire being was slowly frying under the terrifying current.
The mysterious man stood eyeing the wine dropped on the table, he wasn't an acholic so his gaze shifted to the ash pan besides the platter.
He flicked the almost gone cigarette stick on the pan and placed it back on his lips before casting a glance at an abnormality, far away from the crowd was a lone figure sitting near the door and slowly sipping away his time.
Dressed in an all black hood which covered every inch of his body he have of the impression he didn't want to be seen in a slum like this.
The mysterious man smiled and walked forward squeezing his way though the crowd, someone immediately appeared besides him, " Did you kill the guy " he said in indifference.
" I didn't Lucian, he has a family. "
" And he used the money he was supposed to give his family and came here to drink and fight, from fuck sake Gabriel, let that not concern you " he said as they passed the lone figure's table.
He slid his palm on the loner's table quickly picking up a card.
Unknown to anyone the Collector had accepted a deal with a Client.