Prologue

Sitting on top of the tree, 3 meters away from the La Luna mansion was the well known notorious killer, Aztec. Her long wavy black hair tied in a ponytail was dancing along the cold breeze, the all black fitted long sleeves and pants she wore emphasized her curvy psycique which could make any man drool, a very seductive body indeed. But BE CAREFUL! Do not let her bewitching appearance fool you for she bares fangs deadlier than a poisonous snake. A demonic smile formed in her lips as she watches the guard panicked  upon hearing the melody of her infamous flute of death, the sign that the battle to death would soon begin. At the stroke of midnight, the song of death has finally played.

"Guard the---" the guard's throat slit open before he could even finish his order

She walked straight to the front door like a beauty queen on a pageant. She took her favorite twin pistol resting in her belt and shot the two upcoming group of five guards running towards her on opposite directions like it was nothing, a perfect clean hit on each guard. Not even the most elite security team of the La Luna family, the biggest and wealthiest clan of the country could stop her from assassinating her assigned target. She kicked the door open and simultaneously threw her small knives in her pocket to the guard who was supposed to give her a surprise attack.  She caught the fist of the guard aiming for her and twisted his arm then pulled him closer to her and gave him a hard punch in the face before stabbing him straight to the heart with his own weapon.  She continued searching for her prey and there she saw two guard guarding a room. The guards were surprised when she suddenly appeared out of nowhere, she was like a ghost, no footsteps were heard at all. Before the guards could even react, she gave each of them a strong blow to the neck causing their instant death. She kicked the door open and saw her prey cowering in fear with his eight year old son.

"I beg your mercy! I will give you anything, just name your price! Spare my life!" The man in a blue suit pleaded

His hair were all grey and fear was painted in his face. A demonic smile formed in her angelic face. She felt bliss seeing her target begged for their live, she pointed her gun at his forehead.

"Too bad, what I want is your life" she answered grinning.

Fear was evident on the man's eyes. He grabbed the little boy beside him and pushed him towards Aztec.

"Take his life! His death equals mine! He's my blood and sweat! He's my only heir! Kill him in exchange of my life! I cannot afford to die!" Her target hysterically shouted

She stared at the petite fair skinned young boy who has even peed his pants in fear. Poor boy, she thought.

"Papa--", the boy cried.

"Shut up! I am the head of La Luna family! I can't die!" he shouted facing the young boy

He knelt down in front of Aztec, gone was the proud man who slaughtered hundreds of lives just for money.

"I can give you money and fame more than what your employer has given you! I'll pay you twice, no, make it thrice! Spare my life and you could even kill my heir if you badly want to--"

Only the loud bang of the gun was heard after. Aztec clicked her tongue in annoyance. It does not matter if you're the king or a hero to the universe. To her, you're just a name on her list and no target has ever escaped their death in her presence.

"You cannot bribe death" she coldly answered the cold corpse.

She felt a warm liquid spreading in her waist, she turned her head to her right side and saw the young boy holding a knife with her blood on it. Her aura darken as she angrily glared at the shaking boy.

"You wasted your chance, boy" she angrily hissed "Maybe they won't mind if I kill you."

Aztec may be known for being a notorious killer but she only kills targets on her list and oh, man the young boy wasn't part of the plan. But angering her equals your death. The young boy cowered in fear as he saw her eyes filled with anger. Before she could do him any harm three knocks on the door stopped her from harming the young boy. She slowly turned with her eyebrows furrowed. She heard no footsteps nor presence. The questions in her mind were answered when a tall young man in a dark hooded cloak appeared by the door. His face was covered with his hair making her unable to see his bare face but her guts were telling her that this man is dangerous.

"Soon, someone would come at your doorstep and there you shall find what you were looking for. However, those who meet him are soon to perish. When that door opens it would be the beginning of end to you, my dear Aztec"

The image of the old lady she met not long ago appeared in her mind. Beware of the man in dark hooded cloak, the old lady repeatedly warned.

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Reposting all my stories! Slow update! So what do you think? Should I continue this in English? Please help!!!