Japanese people say live by the sword, die by the sword and as an assassin, I have killed many. Even if this saying is true the only thing dying by the sword is anyone unfortunate to become a target. I was not always like this so hateful of the world, the only reason I’m like this is because of her. She took everything from me and before I die, I’m gonna kill her even if I’m ridden with sin, even if I’m my soul irredeemable I will have my revenge.

Part time assassin

Percy sat in front of Andy’s grave sniffling. He reminisced about the great times they had together. Percy smiled a little before fading into anger, a black aura exploded out of him choking everything. 


“I believe you…. He’s dead but can you tell me something?” He asked 


“What is it Percy” Opal firmly. Her face was contorted by horror as Percy slowly turned to her. He looked as if he was a cornered wild animal. His bloodlust had consumed him turning him into a monster. 


“Who killed him Opal that’s all I want to know. I’ll make sure they die a slow excruciating death- they will suffer of everything” Percy’s voice sounded hoarse as if it had been ran through a blender. He stood and walked towards her with a dangerous look in his eyes, “Come on what are you waiting for. GIVE THE FUCKING NAME ALREADY” he screeched 


Blood moon