Justice of SortsTheme song above
Just going to warn anyone who wishes to read this, the following story contains mentions of abuse and other terrible crimes. It is also a darker, or more toward the real version of my OC Akano. So if your used to his sadistic yet funny nature, I suggest reading my other stories.
Let it go.
The worlds deadliest assassin. Thats what they called him. And for good reason. No one else has racked up as much death and left as much destruction. 2001, 1/4th of new York destroyed thanks to one incendiary bullet. 2004, a total of 405 people dead at his hand, 237 dead in one day. 2009, what was once Hong Kong, was now ruins. In total, to many people to count have died at his hands.
Though a good guess, over 20000. Thats what you call, a shit ton of people. He did it with no remorse, no regret and little memory of it. Since to him, every person was the same. Pathetic, weak and lives for only one purpose. To be hunted.
" Hunting down your prey is a satisfying way t
Silent Night, Frightning NightWARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ALOT OF BLOOD, and a lot of violence.
Shout out to for allowing me to use his characters in the ending bonus scene.
Akano in hellfire form
In his home, with his back to the fire and arms behind him, Akano stood still and silent. Almost like a statue, not shaking nor moving an inch. He's been in this very same spot since after he put his little sister, Isabella, to sleep. Which was three hours ago.
His eyes were closed and he had no wide grinned smile, or squinting evil frown. Just as blank as you can get when your eyes are closed. Given who he was, with his never ending cackles and twisting mind games, it was hard to imagine him in this state.
He almost looked peaceful. But let's be honest. The most peaceful he has ever been is when he lets a few people from the town he just massacred, survive to tell the tale.
Lord only knows what he's thinking inside that insane br
A Lonely SnowfestWARNING: This story contains use of alcohol. Note that all characters are old enough to drink, but if that still bothers you, do not read.
It was that time of year again. A time that families come together to celebrate a jolly holiday of Snowfest together. Giving gifts to loved ones and eating a special meal together, decorate the home with garlands, wreaths, holly, tinsel, and lights, and wear flopper red and white hats and laugh at how silly they all look. That is, if you have a family to spend it with. This was the case for the young general Alba. He had no brothers or sisters, no father for he had died in the defence of kingdom, and no mother for she died of sickness before he joined that army, and he had no mate or little gryphlets of his own. He walked the streets of the city as a light snow fell from the sky as other families either were snug in their homes or out with playing games out in the snow. It was around this time of year that Alba always felt so down, with the constant
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