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Ankoku remembered the last time he had felt this type of fear. It was the type of fear that started as a niggling sensation in the back of your mind before it grew heavier and heavier, until you were rooted in place with a sinking coldness within your chest. It had been decades back, that was for sure. This was the sort of fear that lives with one so long as they draw breath.

They thought they had been crafty and subtle enough. Their coup took years in the making and was executed perfectly. There had been many who were not content with how the old Oyabun ran things, even more so when he started to introduce more humane things to how operations and businesses were handled.

The takeover was brutal, effective, and swift. The old Oyabun did not see them coming and was too late to act as power was seized from him. They had succeeded, they had triumphed, they had won. For the course of two months, control over the various groups was theirs to exert. Nothing could stand against their new rule.

Or so they thought…

They did not count on the old Oyabun’s daughter to return, with her own set of allies. Ankoku remembered that day, for how could he not? Even with their vast numbers and power, the raw fury of the Oyabun’s daughter was unmatched. Her allies themselves were a force to be reckoned with. When the dust had settled, they found themselves defeated and on the run. For there was no place in Japan for them to hide. No place to weather out the vengeance of Haguro’s daughter.

Ankoku and those that remained of those that participated in the coup had scattered to the wind, pulling whatever strings and resources they could to escape the threat to their lives, to different countries, continents, any place that could hide them. It was how Ankoku and others of their group found their way into New Luxerion.

Given all their losses, Ankoku and the rest had to start from the ground once more. Little by little, through years of toil, they began to rise once more. New Luxerion had its shadowy parts, and they struck their fortune by propagating gambling dens as well as services that catered to matters of more intimate nature. There was a killing to be made in vices. Through the decades they had flourished.

But it would seem that the past is one not easily escaped from.

He had received a message a couple of weeks back. It contained an address for a meeting point as well as one sentence. “Surrender for your transgressions.” He had scoffed back then, even his enforcers and officers had laughed and called the message an unfounded threat by some upstart group or perhaps even a prank.

They stopped laughing when, one by one, the bodies started to pile up. It did not matter what sort of security they had or how strong they were to guard their own self. The body count did not stop.

Ankoku now watched, fear reaching its crescendo as he looked upon the screens displaying surveillance of his estate. He watched as the intruder kept advancing closer and closer. He could hear the screams of his men cut short as one surveillance camera fizzled and blinked out, then another, then another.

It did not matter, though, for Ankoku’s attention was on the intruder herself. A woman who shared a close resemblance to the Oyabun’s daughter that had nearly wiped them out all those years ago. Ankoku did not fail to notice the difference as well. While they resembled each other, this intruder was taller and younger, and her eyes were more of a bluish color.

So it is true, Ankoku thought to himself. A daughter had been born to house Haguro.

Ankoku watched as his men fell, one after the other, unable to stand against the woman who now made her way to the main elevator. The one that led to his very own office, where he now waited with bated breath. Around him, Ankoku could feel the same fear and uncertainty in his enforcers and guards as their attention all turned to the rising elevator.

Third floor….

Fifth floor….

Eight floor…

As the elevator dinged and reached its destination, the door opened, and before it could even fully do so, Ankoku’s guards opened fire.

From inside the elevator, Rai simply stepped forth, and before the bullets could impact, she spoke.

“Miu. Asuga. Give them hell.”

From within the elevator, to Rai’s sides, two forms burst forth in a streak of black blur, the sounds of wings in motion accompanying their advance.

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Ankoku remembered the last time he had felt this type of fear. It was the type of fear that started as a niggling sensation in the back of your mind before it grew heavier and heavier, until you were rooted in place with a sinking coldness within your chest. It had been decades back, that was for sure. This was the sort of fear that lives with one so long as they draw breath.

They thought they had been crafty and subtle enough. Their coup took years in the making and was executed perfectly. There had been many who were not content with how the old Oyabun ran things, even more so when he started to introduce more humane things to how operations and businesses were handled.

The takeover was brutal, effective, and swift. The old Oyabun did not see them coming and was too late to act as power was seized from him. They had succeeded, they had triumphed, they had won. For the course of two months, control over the various groups was theirs to exert. Nothing could stand against their new rule.

Or so they thought…

They did not count on the old Oyabun’s daughter to return, with her own set of allies. Ankoku remembered that day, for how could he not? Even with their vast numbers and power, the raw fury of the Oyabun’s daughter was unmatched. Her allies themselves were a force to be reckoned with. When the dust had settled, they found themselves defeated and on the run. For there was no place in Japan for them to hide. No place to weather out the vengeance of Haguro’s daughter.

Ankoku and those that remained of those that participated in the coup had scattered to the wind, pulling whatever strings and resources they could to escape the threat to their lives, to different countries, continents, any place that could hide them. It was how Ankoku and others of their group found their way into New Luxerion.

Given all their losses, Ankoku and the rest had to start from the ground once more. Little by little, through years of toil, they began to rise once more. New Luxerion had its shadowy parts, and they struck their fortune by propagating gambling dens as well as services that catered to matters of more intimate nature. There was a killing to be made in vices. Through the decades they had flourished.

But it would seem that the past is one not easily escaped from.

He had received a message a couple of weeks back. It contained an address for a meeting point as well as one sentence. “Surrender for your transgressions.” He had scoffed back then, even his enforcers and officers had laughed and called the message an unfounded threat by some upstart group or perhaps even a prank.

They stopped laughing when, one by one, the bodies started to pile up. It did not matter what sort of security they had or how strong they were to guard their own self. The body count did not stop.

Ankoku now watched, fear reaching its crescendo as he looked upon the screens displaying surveillance of his estate. He watched as the intruder kept advancing closer and closer. He could hear the screams of his men cut short as one surveillance camera fizzled and blinked out, then another, then another.

It did not matter, though, for Ankoku’s attention was on the intruder herself. A woman who shared a close resemblance to the Oyabun’s daughter that had nearly wiped them out all those years ago. Ankoku did not fail to notice the difference as well. While they resembled each other, this intruder was taller and younger, and her eyes were more of a bluish color.

So it is true, Ankoku thought to himself. A daughter had been born to house Haguro.

Ankoku watched as his men fell, one after the other, unable to stand against the woman who now made her way to the main elevator. The one that led to his very own office, where he now waited with bated breath. Around him, Ankoku could feel the same fear and uncertainty in his enforcers and guards as their attention all turned to the rising elevator.

Third floor….

Fifth floor….

Eight floor…

As the elevator dinged and reached its destination, the door opened, and before it could even fully do so, Ankoku’s guards opened fire.

From inside the elevator, Rai simply stepped forth, and before the bullets could impact, she spoke.

“Miu. Asuga. Give them hell.”

From within the elevator, to Rai’s sides, two forms burst forth in a streak of black blur, the sounds of wings in motion accompanying their advance.