I'm really sorry it took so long. But now I have
successfully finished school and time to write again. Have fun while reading ;)



Chapter 3: not simply an order


It burned inside her and his words echoed in her mind. Again and again she could hear Shiro speaking. This job seemed impossible to her. She couldn't kill, not again. But what other choice did she have? Her life depended on this cold and bloodthirsty man. She felt that again and again. She remembered that night that called for the first murder by her hand. Still, the images of this incident were so blurry. She could hardly remember it. But Hana knew that something dark was in control of her body. A fact that caused fear.

Her blue eyes fixed the reflection three feet in front of her. A silk, black dress enveloped her petite figure. It was of a simple cut, but it emphasized this female body and put the most important parts in the limelight. The long, brown hair was artfully pinned up. And yet Hana couldn't enjoy this picture, as beautiful as it might be for others. She swallowed hard, trying to hide the rapid heartbeat. Even in her own four walls, in which she was just now, she could no longer find peace. Killing someone on command seemed so unreal to her, but it was the bitter truth nonetheless. Tonight, the evening of the scheduled event, the next murder would follow at her hand.
Turning her attention from the standing mirror in the bedroom, she stirred for the first time in minutes and turned on her own axis, her back to the piece of furniture. The brown-haired woman left the small room on her high heels and went into the anteroom. Quickly fetching the bag and holding the key in her hand, she stepped out of the apartment. The second she turned around, she suddenly froze and her eyes fixed her upper body right in front of her nose. This action had frightened her, but she knew how to hide it.
"Good evening, Hana.", It was the familiar voice of the new neighbor who examined her figure first before making eye contact. "The dress looks good on you," came it from Haruto. The corners of his mouth pulled up gently and he took a step back. The resulting distance let Hana breathe a sigh of relief. She only hinted at a short, thankful bow before she was about to start moving again to go downstairs. Shiro was already waiting for her, she had to go.
"Wait a minute, this was with me in the mail. The postman must have been wrong again." With these words he stopped her plan and held out an ordinary letter to her. She turned her body a little to look at him and took the letter, but winced a little at the contact of her fingers with his. "Thanks.Have a nice evening. ", she said in a calm voice and a faint smile on her lips and continued on her way. After she had reached the steps and was on the way down, the gentle, friendly smile on his lips disappeared and the expression in his eyes grew cold Trains on. It was time for him to get ready for his assignment, and more blood should flow today.

"I thought you'd keep me waiting forever.", Shiro said, who greeted his slave with these words, who was just coming through the front door. He leaned against the expensive sports car he could call his own, hands buried in the pockets of his suit. He looked handsome, and his hungry red eyes flashed ominously in the dark. He hated having to wait for someone. But for today he could forgive his character. "Get in.", He said in a cool, but slightly stern voice and pushed himself off the car to get in himself.
Then the two drove off. Hana looked out of the windshield, slightly tense, and watched the stars of the night sky above them. This city only looked more sinister at night - the stars alone were able to soften this appearance a little. Her fingers cupped the white envelope. It was a letter from her parents, she discovered. It had been too long since she had seen them and on the day she wanted to visit them, the fate that she now lived followed. She had no intention of reading this. Something that surprised her, however, was the strange feeling in her chest. It wasn't fear or nervousness. It went more in the positive direction, created by this little touch. Inwardly, Hana shook her head. She was having other problems at the moment than getting confused by a man like Haruto.
"There we are.", Came Shiro, who parked the car and finally switched off the engine. With a surprised look her gaze slid over the magnificent castle a few meters in front of them. Golden lights made it stand out against the dark night. This building looked mighty, as if the king and queen lived in it. But it was not so.
After Shiro got out, he went to the other side to open the door for her so that Hana got out too. "Souta Nakamura is an old friend of mine.", He started to tell as the two approached the castle. "Unfortunately he finds too much sympathy for people at the moment, which is why he is an attractive target for attacks. His death is planned for today." . "So that means, I should kill him because he likes people? You also saved me from death. So-", her speaking was immediately interrupted and she felt her back pressed against the hard background, Shiro's fingers around her neck and his body against hers."Careful with what you say," he hissed threateningly and pressed something with his hand. Those red, cold eyes fixed hers. He realized the fear she was afraid of but didn't want to show. However, she was still centuries away from playing him anything. "You are only alive to serve me. A ridiculous character like you can be replaced more easily than you think.", He continued and approached hers with his face. "I can do anything to you," he said more quietly and put a hand on her cheek. He liked to show his power, a figure like her shouldn't dare utter such words. His hand moved away from the pale skin and this black chain appeared out of nowhere, which had its origin on her body. He held her tight. A few seconds passed, both of them paused in these positions without taking their eyes off the other. But then the white-haired man let go of the woman and went back to the paved path. Without hesitation, and well aware of the consequences, Hana pushed herself from the stone wall, against which she had been pressed before, and tried to make up the gap.
"Souta is young. He quickly became the target of a certain organization. They hunt us demons, want to destroy the evil of the world." He followed a short, deep laugh, as if he thought it was all a joke. "You recognize them immediately. You can feel that they are not like us." "Not like us?", The brown-haired woman asked immediately. These words had piqued her curiosity and she wanted to know more. "They will be with us today too, so be warned. You puppets also fall under their prey scheme, you serve us anyway. Whatever. He chooses this death. Nobody knows why he chooses this step, but so be it. ", he stopped and turned to her. At the same time his gaze became so serious - it was an unfamiliar sight. "In my world it is a shameful death when you let yourself be killed by one of the organization. We demons are proud beings, so at least I want to bring him a more dignified death. By your hand." Hana did not yet know that it was it was only part of the truth.

Apart from this conversation, death was already lurking, wrapped in a black cloak. Indifferent eyes fixed what was happening and he just waited to finally strike. Yes, his work was his life and his love. It filled him with pride to destroy these creatures of the hells, the demons, and thus to wipe out the evil of the world. The cool wind of the peaceful night brought with it the bitter taste of blood. Every job was to be taken seriously and carried out with 100% commitment. He didn't live for anything else. The darkness was his protective shield. His hand clenched into a fist as all the hatred rose inside him. He had already gone through so much for what he owed these demons.That was why he had become a member of the organization. He killed in the name of the Golden Rose and would show no mercy.
"Haruto, let's go.", Came another voice and another figure emerged from the eating shadows. "It's time.", With a nod from the addressee and without looking at the lock again, the assignment could begin.

The interior of the castle could already be guessed from the external appearance. Now Hana felt confirmed on this point. High ceilings, lots of gold decorations. It wasn't to their liking, but it was impressive. A well-known man lived here who was highly regarded in the world of demons. Every year he invited high-ranking peers to brag about the wealth and the number and quality of the puppets. Shiro quickly became the focus and hungry eyes studied Hana. She tried to remain steadfast, even when she wasn't feeling well. She felt like a piece of meat in a cage full of hungry predators. She was quickly torn from her thoughts when Shiro put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She had already stopped listening to his words. He told of the moment of the pact and how cowardly she was not as a person to do everything possible not to die. But then she wondered if it wasn't normal to cling to one's life and do everything possible to prevent it from coming to an untimely end. After all, there were several 'puppets' in this huge room. They were all made a pact, they were all the slaves of these creatures.
"Ah, Sou.", It came from Shiro's lips, who saw the figure of his friend. Hana immediately turned her gaze in this direction and recognized a young, attractive man - all demons were attractive to the human race. His hair was tied up, but the fringes of his forehead fell over his face. He joined the group that had formed and allowed himself to be drawn into some conversations. So the first few minutes passed before hours. The night went on, the time was approaching. Hana just let herself be shown, mostly remained silent and counted the seconds until she could finally