Chapter 56: Marcelino’s hatred and regrets

Way back when angelic back to her registration as one of new assassin members.

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.

Back to Marcelino,

Despite the vile act Marcelino committed tonight, he was filled with deep regret and sorrow. Though he now experienced intense sadness and anguish, he was determined to face life’s challenges and dangers to achieve his goals, even at the cost of his dignity and self-worth.

Late at night, Marcelino returned home, burdened with the weight of his emotions that he could no longer conceal. He quickly entered the bathroom, his hands trembling as he turned on the faucet. Cold water began to pour from the shower, and his skin embraced each drop as if hoping it could wash away the filth left behind by Jack.

As he scrubbed his body, he couldn’t hold back the tears that fell. Every stroke of his hands against his skin felt like a rebuke, a reminder of how Jack had shattered his dignity in exchange for a piece of information he needed for his mission.

“You defiled me, Jack…” he whispered to himself, struggling to swallow the bitterness in his heart. “My honor, my very being, I traded it for something that meant nothing to you.”

The water continued to flow, but his mind replayed the memories of what had happened. His heart burned with anger, a seething desire to destroy Jack once his mission was complete.
“This will never happen again,” he said firmly to himself, his voice filled with determination. “When all of this is over, I’ll be the one to end your useless life, Jack.”

After finishing his shower, Marcelino quickly dressed and left the bathroom. On his desk lay a document he left. He opened it, expecting to see the names of the Assassin Guild members he needed to identify.
As he read through the document, one name caught his attention. Memories from his childhood resurfaced—memories of a name he had heard from his mother long ago.

“Black Widow… who are you?” he muttered, staring at the name. Something in his mind whispered that this wasn’t just an ordinary name. “Why do you seem so familiar? Where have I heard of you, and why does it feel like you’re connected to my mother?”

Mystery filled his thoughts. The night that had started with grief and rage ended with a new question—a question that could open a new chapter in his life, a chapter full of secrets and danger.
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While pondering the name, Marcelino received a call from his mother’s secretary, Rose.
“Young Marcelino,” came the heavy, authoritative voice on the other end. “Did you get the information you needed?”
“Yes, I did,” he replied, though his voice carried a tinge of anger. “But beyond that information, I’ve uncovered something new. A name that seems tied to my past.”
“Focus on that, Young Master. Don’t let any clues slip away. Your mission might be deeper than we initially thought.”
“Yes, I will,” he responded with determination.

After the call, Marcelino returned to studying the document. He knew that none of this was mere coincidence. That night, his journey truly began—a journey not just of vengeance but also of discovering the truth about himself and his family.

His eyes glimmered with newfound resolve, but his heart remained filled with fury. Jack had left a stain on his soul, and Marcelino’s goal was clear: he would ensure it was wiped clean, no matter the cost.