Chapter 52: Death angel

Angelic stepped off the plane as soon as it touched down in Klympog Country, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of her last mission. The weight of what she had done sat heavy on her shoulders, but she knew she had to keep moving forward. She had made a choice, and there was no turning back now.

The assassin guild's hideout was hidden deep in the heart of the city, disguised as an unassuming building in a quiet part of town. The entrance was through a dilapidated-looking door in a back alley, guarded by a single figure who barely acknowledged her presence. Angelic flashed her guild identification and was granted access without a word.

As she descended the narrow staircase, the atmosphere grew darker and more ominous. The walls were lined with old, faded posters and graffiti, and the air smelled of damp stone and metal. She reached the bottom of the stairs and was met with a heavy metal door. Without hesitation, she pushed it open and stepped into the world of the assassins.

Inside, the hideout was a stark contrast to the dreary exterior. The room was filled with the latest technology, from high-resolution monitors displaying live feeds from around the world to state-of-the-art weaponry displayed on the walls. Everything was sleek, modern, and efficient, designed for the sole purpose of killing.

A man with sharp features and a cold demeanor stood behind a large desk in the center of the room. He looked up as Angelic approached, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Angelic," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Congratulations on your successful mission. Please, step forward."

She did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. The man gestured to a chair in front of the desk. "Sit," he instructed. Angelic took a seat, feeling the cold metal beneath her.
"Before we proceed with your registration," the man continued, "let's review the guild's rules and regulations. As a new member, you must understand and adhere to these rules, or face the consequences."
He handed her a thick contract, the pages filled with small, dense print. Angelic began to read, her eyes scanning the words quickly but thoroughly.

Rules and Regulations:
1. No Killing of Non-Targets: Assassins are strictly forbidden from killing anyone who is not a designated target. The only exceptions are in cases of self-defense, but even then, discretion must be used. The punishment for breaking this rule is immediate execution.
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3. No Harm to Children or Pregnant Women: Under no circumstances are assassins allowed to harm children or pregnant women, regardless of the mission. Violating this rule will result in severe punishment, including potential death.
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5. Secrecy: All information related to the assassin guild, its members, and its operations is to be kept strictly confidential. Any breach of this rule will result in permanent exile from the guild, followed by execution.
6. Mission Failure: Failing to complete a mission, or refusing to kill a target, is considered the gravest offense in the guild. This is seen as a direct violation of the assassin's code and is punishable by death. There are no exceptions.
Angelic felt a chill run down her spine as she read through the rules. The gravity of her new life settled in as she realized just how dangerous the path she had chosen truly was. But there was no hesitation in her as she signed the contract, pricking her finger to leave a blood thumbprint as her signature.

The man took the contract and examined it closely, nodding in approval. "Welcome to the Assassin Guild, Death Angel," he said, his tone formal and almost reverent. "From this moment on, you are bound by the rules you have just agreed to. Any deviation will be met with swift and merciless consequences."

Angelic nodded, her resolve unshaken. "I understand," she replied, her voice steady.
"Good," the man said, turning to a computer terminal behind him. "Now, we need to register your codename in the system. What is your chosen name?"
"Death Angel," Angelic replied without hesitation.

The man entered the name into the system, and after a few moments, the screen displayed her new identity: Death Angel - Registered Assassin. The man then handed her a small device, no larger than a USB drive. "This is your access to the guild's system," he explained. "It will allow you to log in from anywhere in the world and receive your missions, communicate with other assassins, and access resources. Keep it safe. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could compromise the entire guild."

Angelic nodded, taking the device and slipping it into her pocket. The man continued, "This device is also encrypted with a unique code. Only you can access it. Should you attempt to use someone else's device, or if someone attempts to use yours, the device will self-destruct, along with the person trying to access it."

"Understood," Angelic said, her tone unwavering. She was ready to embrace this new life, no matter the cost.
"One last thing," the man said, leaning forward slightly. "The guild is a world unto itself. You are now part of a network that spans the globe, connected to some of the deadliest and most skilled assassins in existence. But remember, while the guild provides protection and resources, you are ultimately alone in this world. Trust no one."

Angelic met his gaze, her eyes cold and determined. "I trust myself," she replied.

The man smiled, clearly pleased with her response. "Good. Now, I have a message for you from the guild's higher-ups. They have been watching your progress and are impressed with your skills. They believe you have the potential to become one of the top assassins in the guild, but only if you continue to prove yourself."

Angelic felt a surge of pride at the compliment, but she kept her emotions in check. "I won't disappoint them," she said.
The man stood up, signaling the end of their meeting. "Then go, Death Angel. Your next mission will be assigned to you shortly. Be prepared for anything."

As Angelic left the hideout, she received a notification on her device. She opened it and read the message: "The new member of the Assassin Guild - Welcome, Death Angel."
She felt a sense of finality wash over her as she stepped back out into the world. There was no going back now. She was Death Angel, a professional assassin bound by the code of the guild.
And she was ready to embrace her new identity, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

After Angelic registered her new identity as "Death Angel," a ripple of excitement spread through the assassin guild's global network. As soon as her details were entered into the system, notifications were sent out to all registered members, announcing the arrival of a new assassin. The news spread like wildfire, reaching even the most elite members of the guild.

Far away in a lavishly furnished penthouse, Aira Jewel Innovation, Marcelino’s mother and one of the top assassins in the world, received the notification on her sleek, black tablet. Her eyes scanned the message, and a smirk slowly curled on her lips.
“A new member, huh?” she murmured, her voice dripping with mockery. “How cute. Another one enters the game, only to be taken down like the rest.” Her eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she considered the message.
Aira had been part of the assassin guild for decades, and she had seen countless rookies come and go. Most of them died within their first year, unable to withstand the pressure, the danger, or the constant threat of death that shadowed their every move. Aira herself had risen through the ranks, becoming one of the most feared and respected assassins in the world. She was known as the "Black Widow," a name that struck fear into the hearts of her enemies.

As she leaned back in her leather chair, Aira's mind wandered to her past missions. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of adrenaline as she stalked her prey, and the satisfaction of a clean kill—these were the things she lived for. Killing had become second nature to her, an instinct as natural as breathing. The assassin's life was in her blood, and she reveled in it.

Her thoughts returned to the message on her screen. She couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. “Death Angel? How melodramatic,” she mused. “Let’s see how long you last in this game, little Death Angel.”
The world of assassins was ruthless and unforgiving. There was no room for weakness, no place for hesitation. Aira had learned that lesson the hard way, and she had no doubt that this new recruit would soon face the same harsh reality. Her smirk widened as she imagined the inevitable end that awaited the newcomer. It was only a matter of time before this "Death Angel" met her fate.

Despite her mockery, there was a spark of excitement in Aira's chest. She hadn't felt this intrigued by a new member in years. There was something different about this one, something that piqued her interest. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew she would be keeping a close eye on this Death Angel.

Aira's fingers drummed lightly on the armrest of her chair as she considered her next move. She had no intention of getting personally involved—yet. But she would watch from the shadows, waiting for the moment when she might need to step in.

Her tablet chimed again, this time with a new mission alert. Aira's eyes flicked to the screen, and her smirk faded into a focused expression. It was time for another job, and this one promised to be a challenge. The client was offering billions for a high-profile target, someone with layers of protection and connections that made them nearly untouchable.

“Finally, something interesting,” Aira murmured to herself, as she quickly skimmed through the details. The thrill of the hunt was back, and she could already feel her blood singing in anticipation. The message was simple and direct, detailing the target’s location and the timeframe for the mission.

Without wasting another second, Aira began her preparations. She had no doubt that this job would be difficult, but that only made it more enticing. The more dangerous the mission, the more she enjoyed it.
As she suited up in her custom-designed gear, she couldn’t help but think back to the message about the new assassin. The guild was vast, with members spread across every continent, each one a deadly force in their own right. But even within this elite group, there were only a few who had truly earned the title of legend. Aira was one of them, ranked among the top three assassins in the world. Her every move was calculated, her every kill a masterpiece.

The guild operated on a high-tech system that allowed assassins to receive missions without ever setting foot in the physical guild locations. The system was designed to ensure the utmost secrecy and efficiency. Assassins could log in from anywhere, receive their assignments, and carry them out without ever meeting their clients face-to-face. It was a world where technology and death intertwined seamlessly, and Aira was a master of both.

As she finished her preparations, Aira glanced at her reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back at her was calm, composed, and deadly. The thrill of the kill was already coursing through her veins, and she was ready to claim another life.

But as she prepared to leave, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Welcome to the guild, Death Angel,” she whispered to herself. “Let’s see if you can survive long enough to make a name for yourself. Maybe one day, you’ll even be worth my time.”

With that, Aira Jewel Innovation, the Black Widow, left her penthouse and vanished into the night, ready to claim her next victim. The assassin guild had a new member, but the legends like Aira were the ones who truly ruled the shadows.