"To everyone out there who feels this world is unfair. To those who have been cheated and betrayed by those they trust most. To you my fellow soldiers who have served this country but got a dishonorable discharge as a reward. I extend a hand to you right now, it's time to make things right. Once upon a time, someone or a group of people decided we were not worthy, someone denied us our Happily Ever After simply because they felt they were more powerful, more rich and more influential than us. They slept with your wife, your girlfriend because they termed you a loser and inferior to them. They slept with your husband, your boyfriend because they felt you're weak. They took your position even after years of service simply because they're afraid you will surpass them. You have all been gritting your teeth in anguish but helpless to exact revenge. My fellow Black Hearts, it's time we show them they're wrong. They think that just because they're affluent, that they could do whatever they want. That just because they're professors, they could sleep with your girlfriend. It's time for revenge. Join me and let us take back our Happily Ever After. No one has the right to trample on our happiness... NO ONE!!!" It is said that the only path to godhood and divinity is to be of Pure Heart. What philosophers failed to understand was that even vengeance can give birth to unspeakable divinity and a vengeful god. Betrayal gives birth to an unspeakable abomination, an abomination who's only desire is the extinction of the human race. In his quest for vengeance and obliteration of the human race he gets led unto the path of divinity and godhood. "Vengeance god BLACK HEART"
[April 2022]
I walked into the half-dark neon light room. There was a long table with three seats on each side. The room was so dark that I couldn't even see myself, let alone the other occupants. I took the only seat available and sat down.
I knew why I was here, but they felt I was simply too immature and weak for this mission. I'm the leader of a small mercenary group. Although our number is something is to laugh at, but everyone of us is an elite amongst elites. We have taken way more dangerous mission than any mercenary group in the country.
Flanked on my sides were high ranking men and women dressed in dark suits. I had been called to handle a few problem for them.
"The Somalia militia are planning to send in reinforcements, we need you to infiltrate their ranks and incapacitate them." a voice said.
I couldn't see their faces but it didn't matter, all that mattered to me was the mission which I knew was going to change a lot of things about me.
"The Americans will provide you with all the information you need."
A female voice said.
I frowned, I didn't the idea of external help, I prefer to handle the missions alone. The reason the Wardog mercenary group has few members is due to the fact that we have secrets we don't want anyone else knowing, thus bringing the Americans with me on this mission is comparable to inviting unsolvable problems.
"Why are the Americans involve in this debacle of ours? What can the American President do except send untrained ignorant men to their doom? My team and I are enough to handle this trifle matter." I said with annoyance.
Wherever there is trouble or war, the Americans will meddle into the affair with the notion of maintaining peace in that country, but in truth they have their hidden agenda. And now the americans want to get involved again? Besides, what's so special in Nigeria that every country wants a piece of?
"Who will the Secretary of Defense send to aid me?" I asked after a moment of silent.
"Major Triston Allen and Sergeant Anderson Marshal." a male voice said.
Damn! It just had to be them, why couldn't they send normal soldiers! These two are part of an elite force known as the Apostle clan, it's more of a militia that Lucius set up for his daughter Simran, and few years ago, precisely '2019' I was told by Lucius that Simran is my soulmate and we were to be married once we come of age. Our love has bloomed and I am willing to die for her, I will do anything to please her and make her happy, I love her more than life itself. But it doesn't mean I like those arrogant pricks who serve her. I didn't like the idea of traveling with those Apostle soldiers, especially Major Triston Allen and Sergeant Anderson Marshal.
"I don't think that's necessary, I can do this by myself, I don't need a babysitter. They will only slow me down. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their gesture of goodwill, but I don't need escorts." I tried to reason with them.
"This isn't up for discussion." another voice, a male voice said.
"I don't trust anyone apart from my teammates!" I said raising my voice a bit.
"If you can't trust others, then how can we trust you." a voice chipped in, and I recognized that voice but just can't place its owner.
"You seem to be forgetting the importance of this mission. If the Somalia troops manage to get even a piece the merchandise, then Nigeria will lose its current trump card in the black market. The Americans are aiding us because of the agreement we have with them. Understood?" a voice chipped in.
"Fine, let's get this over with." I said.
"Know this Maximus; your chances of returning alive is 0.01%." a female voice said.
"Are you still willing to proceed?" she asked as if expecting me to refuse.
I simply looked at these haughty men and women and smiled.
"Where do I sign?"
*
"TEN HUT!" Starlet shouted as soon as I got into Wardogs meeting room.
All six members of the Wardogs Mercenary group stood up to salute as soon as I entered. We were but a small mercenary group, and thus our hideout was one inconspicuous three room apartment. This mission will yield forth bountiful cash which will aid us expand.
"Take your seat guys. You all know why we're here today, right?" I said looking at the face of every one of them. We were all in our early twenties, yet due to the fact we were dishonorable discharged from the army for not obeying a direct order to destroy an entire village, we've bounded up to fight against terrorism as a mercenary group.
"Tsk! They can't handle their own mess. Bornu has become a place of war, rather than of peace." Risky said. He's of average height, lean and a skilled gunfighter.
"This reminds me of the 2018 plateau state attack. Same kind of mission, we were only ordered to retrieve the merchandise and leave the terrorists to annihilate the village." Starlet said. Being second in command, he was respected by the others because he never slacked in his training.
"We are not going to Plateau, and we are not soldiers anymore. So man up, gear up. We leave at dawn."
"SIR! YES SIR!" They echoed in unison.
*
When they had all left the room, I took out a photo from my pocket. It was a photo of a dark skinned beauty; Simran. She had been with me for so long and now this mission will get us the resources to finally get married.
"Mother will be so proud of you." a voice said but I didn't turn around, I knew who that was; my ever silent son- Erik The Hollow Reaper.
"After this mission, we shall retire and settle down as a normal family." I said and put the photo back into my pocket.
"You know I'm with you Father, till the ends of the earth."
What do you think will happen when a Triad Prince falls in love with a Yakuza Princess during a mission where he's been tasked to kill her. Do you think these two Mafia organizations will put aside their differences and prepare a wedding? Or is this going to be another Romeo and Juliet gunblazing Mafia scene? And what will happen to these two killers turned lovebirds? Who will their loyalty lie to? To their families? Or to each other. When Duty calls, you must go, when you've made a promise, you have to Honor it.. but what if to achieve success, you have to betray everyone you ever cared about... HONOR AND BETRAYAL!
Have you ever thought of having a cool system at your disposal? What would you do if you suddenly received a system that could help you achieve anything? Would you go save the innocents and damsels in distress or use it for your own advantage? This is the story of a normal human (well, not very normal) who crossed over to another world with a system under his command. But the question is, who's control who? Is the system under his command or the other way around? What's the origin of this system? Why did it choose him? What's waiting for him in the future.. or more specifically.. what was his past? “My name is Michaelis Macileus Volkov! Son of Vengeance god Black Heart. And I am the one who's come to reap all you've sown! I am.. Hollow Reaper!” ORIGINS: THE HOLLOW REAPER
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