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"My life will forever be my curse..."

I've always been fascinated with the night. Its dark and moist ambience has always been able to send chills down my spine. Around some point of my existence, I had become as grim and puzzling as night itself. Mystery lingered around me, because people had a tendency to fear my very existence. I've lost notion of what was right or wrong by being raised to be the perfect weapon. I became unfeeling, my emotions were shut away and the only thing that remained in my mind was to complete my assignment.

Rome, a state born from the spilled blood of innocents, is the place I call home. The people here believe their lives are lead by the path they have chosen. But in reality, they all just simply live in the lie those with power have created. These megalomaniacs prey on the weak, crushing their lives for their own benefit. In this place many have died protecting those lies.

But most of these facts and situations in history have remained long since forgotten. In the dark streets of this town, hidden between the stonewalls of this cold city, many secrets lay, never to be revealed. This is the place where the pure claim to live, and the sins are said to be far away. This is my city, my territory, and my land….

Feared by many and praised by a handful, I linger around the streets, carrying out whatever the government has in store for me. ‘What am I? ’ You probably wonder. I am just a man trying to find my calling, among these sleazy bastards.

I work for the government, the one who takes advantage of people, and makes society more depraved every passing day. You could say I’m under the entity which irritates me the most…but I don’t really give a damn anyway. My life was lost long ago. What was left of my being is just an empty shell …

What I am and what I do never changes. The name that I was given is the only trace of humanity I have left… Elliot. Also known as Seax; which symbolizes my weapon of chose the dagger. What I do? I am a hitman, assassin, knife-for-hire. However, those monikers sound too savage for the people who put us under their wing in order to do their dirty work. I am classified under the Special Division 5. Some consider me a mercenary, since I don’t fight for justice; I only do whichever benefits me.

My duty is to hunt down those who go against them and erase any trace of their existence. My methods to take them down are flawless. I always catch my prey and make sure they don't even have time to pray before I finish them off. Sometimes, the final words they manage to say are music to my ears…. Beast…. Monster…Demon.

I end their lives grinning, my way to show them how much of a monster I really am. I truly enjoy seeing their blood splatter all over me, marking me; staining not only my body, but also my soul…. I never care though.

I never thought twice before executing my orders or had second thoughts about killing someone. None of my victims had ever saw my face. And even if they caught a glimpse of it, they did not live to tell about it. The last thing they could see before their eyes was my blade coming down on them, judging them, be it for right or wrong…I didn’t know, or cared. In this line of work there’s always one rule…don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer for.

I usually work alongside my partners Devin and Creed, or should I say Black Thorn and Wolf. The target never matters, not even if it’s a child or a woman. There’s no right or wrong for me, I just do what I am told. No questions asked, no regrets. And most important of all, no mercy…

Description
"My life will forever be my curse..."

I've always been fascinated with the night. Its dark and moist ambience has always been able to send chills down my spine. Around some point of my existence, I had become as grim and puzzling as night itself. Mystery lingered around me, because people had a tendency to fear my very existence. I've lost notion of what was right or wrong by being raised to be the perfect weapon. I became unfeeling, my emotions were shut away and the only thing that remained in my mind was to complete my assignment.

Rome, a state born from the spilled blood of innocents, is the place I call home. The people here believe their lives are lead by the path they have chosen. But in reality, they all just simply live in the lie those with power have created. These megalomaniacs prey on the weak, crushing their lives for their own benefit. In this place many have died protecting those lies.

But most of these facts and situations in history have remained long since forgotten. In the dark streets of this town, hidden between the stonewalls of this cold city, many secrets lay, never to be revealed. This is the place where the pure claim to live, and the sins are said to be far away. This is my city, my territory, and my land….

Feared by many and praised by a handful, I linger around the streets, carrying out whatever the government has in store for me. ‘What am I? ’ You probably wonder. I am just a man trying to find my calling, among these sleazy bastards.

I work for the government, the one who takes advantage of people, and makes society more depraved every passing day. You could say I’m under the entity which irritates me the most…but I don’t really give a damn anyway. My life was lost long ago. What was left of my being is just an empty shell …

What I am and what I do never changes. The name that I was given is the only trace of humanity I have left… Elliot. Also known as Seax; which symbolizes my weapon of chose the dagger. What I do? I am a hitman, assassin, knife-for-hire. However, those monikers sound too savage for the people who put us under their wing in order to do their dirty work. I am classified under the Special Division 5. Some consider me a mercenary, since I don’t fight for justice; I only do whichever benefits me.

My duty is to hunt down those who go against them and erase any trace of their existence. My methods to take them down are flawless. I always catch my prey and make sure they don't even have time to pray before I finish them off. Sometimes, the final words they manage to say are music to my ears…. Beast…. Monster…Demon.

I end their lives grinning, my way to show them how much of a monster I really am. I truly enjoy seeing their blood splatter all over me, marking me; staining not only my body, but also my soul…. I never care though.

I never thought twice before executing my orders or had second thoughts about killing someone. None of my victims had ever saw my face. And even if they caught a glimpse of it, they did not live to tell about it. The last thing they could see before their eyes was my blade coming down on them, judging them, be it for right or wrong…I didn’t know, or cared. In this line of work there’s always one rule…don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer for.

I usually work alongside my partners Devin and Creed, or should I say Black Thorn and Wolf. The target never matters, not even if it’s a child or a woman. There’s no right or wrong for me, I just do what I am told. No questions asked, no regrets. And most important of all, no mercy…