The Familiar Assassin

Brucer never initiated a meeting with me. Most of the time I went to her myself. Later that day, to meet Brucer I had to give advance notice. And it has never been accepted. I still thought she was embarrassed and shy until she took the initiative to meet me.

"I want him," Brucer said.

I panicked. What was Brucer saying? I watched the slave Alpha standing in the middle of the floor. His petite figure, blond hair, and low head made it impossible to see his face. But the king of Aria lost to an enslaved person, which was unacceptable. It broke the beginning of a man like me.

"Come here, servant." I gave the order.

He slowly moved forward step by step with reservations. Just a lowly man. How could he be like me? That's what I thought about it. I was still thinking about using words to make fun of him in front of Brucer. But in the blink of an eye, the shadow rushed towards me sitting. My chest was stabbed hard by someone. There was no need to wait long. His face elongated, skin white, and turquoise eyes gloated. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than this one. Even Brucer. My heart was beating so fast that it was hard to control. The blood was constantly flowing, and I stared at the man in front of me. The feeling of belonging made my reaction slow down.

Jame kicked him out, his thin body clinging to the wall. The red blood coming out of his mouth made him even more charming. Brucer shouted to express his fear. I stood up and tried to hug her. Brucer is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. It is a legacy of the fire that year.

"I have to kill it," Jame shouted.

"No, Jame," I said.

Jame's eyes flashed with anger, "David. He wants to kill you."

"He's from there, Jame."

James seemed to have lost his mind, and he insisted, "David, as long as it's dead, no one can know except you and me."

"Jame, look at him. It's marked," I replied.

Two slaps on his cheek didn't seem to be enough to reveal Jame's anger. Our argument caused Brucer to wake up. She got out of my arms. The first thing Brucer did was run over to him. She seemed to forget that I was the one who was assassinated.

"Brucer, I have to take him," I said.

Brucer's hands were covered in blood. I pulled Brucer hard, wanting to wipe her hands clean. The two of us, one suffered, one rubbed. No one spoke up. It wasn't until Brucer's palm was covered in blood. I just panicked and stopped.

"Brucer, Why not me," I whispered

"Don't dream about it, David. I hate you more than anything in the world," she replied.

"But you promised..." I said.

"David. I made no promises to you," Brucer repeated.

"I'm going to kill all the people who love you. Brucer, if it weren't me, there wouldn't be anyone," I shouted.

Brucer hit me; She rubbed me and cursed me to die as soon as possible. That's why I try to grow every day for her. If Brucer doesn't need me, there's no reason I can live on. Well, we're going to keep torturing each other. If I haven't her, don't expect anyone to touch her.

Jame knocked Brucer come out. The time Jame returned after bringing Brucer back to his room was enough for me to decide what to do next. I will lock up him in my room, it makes Brucer would come to see me regularly. As a result, I'll let her see firsthand how I tortured him. Besides, this man has a secret. Anyone from that land is marked. Finally, what I was expecting has arrived. That man sent someone to come.

I ordered Jame to lock him in the corner of his room. He's beautiful, even in the most pathetic state. If it were a woman, I'd be more appreciative. But in our world, beauty only brings a lot of trouble. Power is the ultimate weapon for conquering everything.

I ordered Jame to throw him in the training forest the next day. The rule I made, he needs to survive. But the punishment is still in place whether he is re-arrested or not. After a night of torture, he was able to recover on his own. The wounds on the legs almost healed completely, without a scar. Only pure alpha blood has this ability.

I took Brucer to the castle. From here, we can see all the movements inside the training forest. I want Brucer to see it with his own eyes. What are the consequences of opposing me?

"Brucer, look. Soon, he'll be dead. He died right in front of your eyes." I said.

She turned her back on me. She was trembling, perhaps out of more anger than fear. I brought that joy to meet Mark. Look, I'm the winner now. Mark was still sitting in his old red chair, his old clothes making him look old. I took off the black hat on his face. Mark was asleep, but I'm sure he knew I was coming.

"Mark. Nothing is right."

"David. She will show up; just sooner or later," Mark said.

I laughed, "Just a useless prankster; he's not doing anything. Mark, don't expect it anymore."

Mark sat up straight, his skin so pale that I could see every blood vessel under my skin. Every time he looked at the future, Mark held his hands together. His eyes were closed, and I noticed that Mark wasn't so obnoxious at times like this.

"David. That woman will take you to hell," Mark whispered.

I laughed, again the prophecy. Although most of what Mark said was mostly true, it was different. Fate or fate to me is just god's bullshit game. I will change all of them.

"Wrong, Mark. As a man, a man has the same polished appearance as a woman."