Rebellion Against Heaven - Part 13

Chapter 13: Amber Lee (Nyx)

Amber Lee was never an ordinary child. Raised in the gloomy alleys of Hong Kong, she learned from an early age that survival depended on cunning and ruthlessness. Her mother, a former contract killer, instructed her in the art of seduction and death, teaching her that weakness had no place in her world. Her father, a man whose identity she never knew, was barely a shadow in her story, a mystery of which only vague references remained, and a jade ring that her mother always carried with her.

From her teenage years, Amber demonstrated an innate talent for stealth and poisoning. While other children played in the parks, she experimented with lethal substances, perfecting mixtures that could paralyze a man in a matter of seconds or induce pain unimaginable before death. Her mother watched her with a mixture of pride and fear, knowing that she was raising a predator.

At sixteen, Amber committed her first murder. Her victim was a trafficker who had tried to betray her mother. In an elegant dance of venom and persuasion, she seduced him with a glass of wine, while her fingers, covered with a fine toxic powder, brushed against his skin. Minutes later, the man convulsed on the ground, while she watched him with fascination. It was then that she understood her true nature: she was an artist, and death her canvas.

After the tragic death of her mother in an ambush, Amber became a nomad. He traveled through China, Russia, and Europe, honing his skills and expanding his repertoire of poisons. In criminal circles, she began to be known as "Nyx", the Queen of Poison, a whisper among powerful men who feared waking up with a deadly kiss on her lips.

Her beauty was her deadliest weapon. In a world where violence was synonymous with brutality, Amber proved that elegance and sensuality could be just as deadly. His attire, a black leather jumpsuit with strategic openings, was not just a statement of power, but a decoy for his prey. Her heels, with small hidden blades, allowed her to execute lethal movements without losing an ounce of grace. But his true power lay in his gloves, thin and elegant, impregnated with microneedles that injected various poisons, from neurotoxins to compounds that induced a slow and agonizing asphyxiation.

Despite her fame and lethality, Amber was not a simple assassin. Every death it caused had a purpose. To her, murder was an art form, a dance between predator and prey. She didn't kill for pleasure or money, but for the thrill of control, for the feeling of being the master of another human being's destiny.

His record was impeccable. No one had survived to tell his story, no one had managed to trace his whereabouts. Until one day, an assignment led her to face a different enemy. A man who did not fear death, who did not allow himself to be seduced by his amber gaze or by his poisonous words. A man who saw beyond the femme fatale and discovered the girl lost in the alleys of Hong Kong.

For the first time, Amber felt something akin to doubt. And in a world where a single doubt could mean death, he knew his game was about to change. The Poison Queen was used to dictating the rules... But what would happen when someone else took control of the board?

- Let me guess, I show you my skills and if I can't I buy it even if it sounds a little ugly.

"Exactly, Ryuusei," Death said

- How strange that you still treat me well and don't even insult me

"All this will soon be claimed by Ryuusei