"Emperor, can you hear me?"

A young man heard the voice of a teenage boy through his earpiece.

"Mhmm..."

The young man gave a slight hum as he looked at the altar in front of him where eleven people stood, two standing in front of each other, four people on each side, and finally a single person facing the crowd with the two people in front of him facing each other.

A wedding...

"Are you still there?"

"Mhmm..."

"Sigh... okay but you have a few minutes okay?"

"Has the target entered the building?"

the man finally spoke even though he spoke quietly one could still hear the silky smooth and seducing-like voice, as he looked at the altar before looking at the Rolex on his wrist.

"No, so you're lucky."

The teenage boy was called Intel as his codename he was the young man's Wingman or more specifically wing-woman. Even though Intel used a voice modulator he could still tell it was a teenage girl with his keen hearing and intelligence.

In his line of work, mystery and anonymity were beyond important. Even now, he knows nothing about Intel besides her gender as she didn't know anything about him, except his 'Nickname'.

Currently, even at the wedding, he was wearing a disguise as he never revealed his face for very good reasons.

"Remember the client wants you to eliminate the target before the priest announces them, husband and wife."

"Two weddings in one day..."

The young man refocused his gaze on the bride and the groom.

"Do you Angel Martin take Allison Jade to be your lawfully wedded wife through sickness and in health, through good and bad, for richer or poorer?"

"I do!"

"And do you Allison Jade take Angel Martin to be your lawfully wedded husband through sickness and in health, through good and bad, for richer or poorer?"

"..."

Allison stayed quiet for a few seconds before she gazed towards the seating area sweeping through family and friends trying to find a certain person, she found the person sitting in the last row on the groom's side. Allison saw the love of her life watching her with a blank expression as he gazed at deep into her soul as they stared at each other.

Due to Allison not saying anything people began to murmur until they noticed her gaze, they all became silent and followed where her gaze was staring at. They all found a very handsome youth with black hair and blue crystal eyes, he had a sharp jawline and feminine-like eyebrows with thin lips, he looked more feminine than boyish as with his long hair people would mistake him for a girl.

The man noticed everyone was staring at him as he sighed and looked at the watch before standing up and eyeing the bride once more. He turned around and started walking toward the double doors ignoring everyone's gaze. Once he got to the door he put his hand on it gently before turning around and looking at Allison with a smile on his face that shone like a million diamonds.

"Good luck Jade..."

He spoke three words that were like thunder to everyone's ears but felt like a million knives to Allison.

Saying those words the man exited the church as he looked up at the sky with a calm expression.

"Are you okay?"

The young man heard Intel's caring voice through the earpiece.

"Yeah, besides it's not like I loved her..."

He spoke, and even though the tone in which he said it portrayed no emotions, it still contained an overwhelming feeling of sadness.

Ever since he was young he was blessed with heaven-defying looks he was happy at this blessing he was given before he became extremely bitter and cold.

Blessings create curses.

He was given the blessing of godly looks but was never able to fall in love no matter what he did. Appearance in exchange for love, when he found out he couldn't love anybody, especially women, he simply became a womanizer. He decided to just appreciate women and hence slept with thousands of women. Of course, even though he kept his little harem that he would sleep with on a daily basis, Allison was one of those women.

He could experience happiness, sadness, anger, or any other emotion with females but could never experience the one thing he desired.

The Curse of never being able to love...

"Okay, I'm on my way."

The man then looked towards the street and found a sleek black motorcycle waiting for him, he jumped on it and fetched the keys out of his pocket.

VROOOM!

The motorcycle roared to life, as he revved it a few times before speeding off into the city.

His next stop was another wedding.

He zipped through the city like a speeding bullet.

"Yoo! Do you think you can get me an autograph from Elo!?"

"Give me money."

Even though he sped through the streets while the wind brushed past his face, he was still able to hear Intel as he was close to his destination.

"You know I don't have money!"

"It's not my fault you didn't save your money from the last job."

He said as he arrived at his destination just a few meters away from a very big modern church, he hopped off the bike and threw the keys away in a half-filled garbage can.

Intel knew he wouldn't do anything for free unless it benefited him and even then he would still try and profit from it.

In the world of Assassins, Emperor was... an Emperor, and very few people on earth would hire an expensive assassin like him though he had the stats and skills to back it up with a hundred percent completion rate, something no other assassin has even come close to.

Only a few special law forces knew about his existence though they could only imagine and speculate as he never left any evidence or anything to even create a file on him.

No one knew his real name but that didn't stop people from giving him the nickname... "The Emperor". Which in his mind was dumb but it's not like he could do anything about it.

Only one person could prove his existence, and that was Intel but if a wingwoman like her betrayed her partner, then the Underworld would put a large bounty on her head, and would end up dead within an hour no matter what. So even a person with a 200 IQ like her wouldn't do something so stupid like betraying him.

"Halt!"

As he arrived in front of the church he was stopped by one of the security guards.

"Name and ID"

"Jake Atkins."

He said to the security guard with a calm expression as he handed over an ID.

The guard grabbed the ID and brought out a scanner and interred the ID.

"Confirmed!"

A robotic voice entered their ears confirming that he was on the list and that the ID was legit.

"Enjoy the ceremony, sir!"

'Jake' gave a smile and a nod before heading in.

Once he stepped in he was welcomed by a large crowd of rich people. Women were dressed in fancy clothes littered with luxurious accessories and men wore classic black tuxes with a white shirt and bowties or ties.

He noticed and recognized every single one of them as they were either celebrities you would see on tv or over the radio, politicians, and rich athletes.

"Target has entered the building."

Intel said as he noticed various special forces from different countries entering the hall.

After searching for a while he found his target, as he saw a middle-aged man that looked fairly handsome but somewhat average with a clean face and slicked-back hair, he entered the church hall with armed guards that surrounded him that were vigilant. Many people in the hall looked at the man with admiration and respect; the target was the newly elected Prime Minister of Lindor after he freed his people from their previous leader, an evil dictator who had enough nuclear power and chemical advancements to make the human race extinct.

The target has received various prizes and awards including the Nobel Prize for peace for his 'peaceful' protest against the dictator. Today he was here to marry another extremely important figure who happened to be the Prime Minister of Zariya, as she helped him become the current minister and during their time together they fell in love hence deciding to get married, but it also held a political meaning behind it.

As both countries would merge creating a new country and appointing the Prime Minister of Lindor, as a king, while the Prime Minister of Zariya would be appointed the title of Duchess.

And he was here to make sure the entire world sees their downfall into hell.

While everyone was admiring the Minister another commotion erupted in the hall as multiple murmurs were heard. He saw the same scene as before as multiple armed guards entered the hall guarding a single person, but instead of a man, it was a woman. She was The Prime Minister of Zariya, she wasn't very beautiful but had an innocent cute face to her that helped elevate her looks.

While everyone was looking at the lovely couple as if they were gods, causing him to snicker on the inside because the face they were both currently showing to the outside world was fake, as fake as his current face.

'Jake' had his moral code, an ethic. No matter the payment, he wouldn't kill an innocent and both Ethan and Celine were anything but innocent.

Everyone considered them to be gods of peace in the free nation of Lindor and Zariya but failed to question how Lindor survived under the dictator while working with another prime minister while protesting right under his nose.

No matter how much they protested how peaceful they were, an evil dictator such as Liam would have hung Ethan's head as a public display and raged an all-out war against Zariya, yet they both survived and succeeded.

Except in the Underworld, no one knew the real Ethan and Celine. Liam was only the dictator on the outside, but on the inside, the real mastermind was none other than Ethan. Celine on the other hand was just as evil as Ethan as they both became the richest couple in the world by squeezing both of their countries dry with slave trading, prostitution, and illegal weapons trading.

Since no one could accuse or put up a file on either of them, some rich tyrant from the shadows was paying Intel and Emperor a very hefty sum to take them out.

For him, this was the sweetest gig to him as he was getting paid to take out the trash that soured the world for 20-80 million plus per job.

"Juliette two, take my position, smoke break."

Juliette two took out his walkie-talkie and said as he waited for an answer.

"Copy Juliette one"

Someone spoke through the walkie talkie but the talkie was already under a table hidden by the tablecloth. Earlier when he was scanning the place he found a guard by himself and switched out walkie-talkies within a second and walked away, calling it smooth would be an insult to his skills.

He had done more difficult assassinations than the one he's currently doing, saying it was a cakewalk would be overrated. There was a reason why he had a hundred percent completion rate due to his careful and keen planning. He would only take 2 jobs per year as he would take 6 months to plan and prepare for the assassination attempt.

If a regular hitman or assassin had a plan A or B, then he had planned from 1 to Z, and he would always go for the easiest plan available than the intricate one.

"Hundred Seconds"

He said to intel, as he opened the staff door.

Due to his mastery in thieving and shadowing even if the guards washed the door, they wouldn't notice him, though the guards were currently eye-googling hot celebrities hence it's literally like they left the front door open.

The staff room was only for security, used as a changing room after their job is done.

"Sixth Locker"

There were many lockers but they were numbered so he looked for the locker that had the number six on it, once he found it he simply walked up to it.

"Is it there?"

Intel's curious voice rang out.

"... No"

He didn't open the locker but instead walked towards an opening between lockers ten and eleven and flipped the number ten on the locker sideways.

Click!

A click was heard from the walls as the wall between the two lockers opened up revealing a crawl space between the walls that lead throughout the entire building and up to the ceiling.

Only the engineer who designed this modern church and a few workers that were guards for security knew about this until he slept with the engineer at her house; fucked her until she passed out of exhaustion and hacked into her computer and copied the blueprints.

Of course, he slept with her because, A; she was a beautiful girl, B; it was easier to copy the blueprints, and C; he loved sleeping with women.

"Hopefully there are no spiders..."

He climbed up to the ceiling using the crawl space, as the entrance closed automatically but frowned when he saw a few spiders running around.

"Spiders?"

"Tell you later, how is the masquerade going?"

He whispered and continued crawling, not making a single noise.

"You got some time, they're going through vows and other bullshit."

"Roger, see you next time."

"Ladies and gentlemen the man of few words The Emperor..."

Intel made a slight joke before disconnecting the line while he set a timer on his watch.

As he continued crawling for exactly one minute he soon spotted a black bag he left in the ceiling about 4 months ago.

Opening the black bag he took out a gun revealing an MP5SD with a thermal scope. Though the unique thing about this was it was made entirely out of plastic. A custom-made gun was made out of plastic so when the security organization scanned the building they weren't able to find it.

The thing that was even more impressive was the plastic used allowed the gun to use two shots before it was destroyed instead of one like usual. After two shots the heat produced by firing both bullets would melt and damage the gun and make it useless.

The two bullets were made out of plastic also but it was also made out of a special plastic that allows the bullet to penetrate steel with complete silence.

Due to the rifle being made out of special plastic, the two bullets alone cost him six- five hundred grand.

He only had two shots and two seconds to kill both Ethan and Celine; if he missed it there wouldn't be a chance like this again and his perfect reputation would be ruined.

"Three more minutes"

He turned on the thermal scope and aimed at the center of the altar where both of his targets were standing in front of each other.

"I now pronounce..."

He heard the priest's voice through the speakers of the hall and aimed his cross air at Ethan first as per his client's order.

"Blessings create curses..."

The moment he said curses, he pulled the trigger once not even wasting a millisecond before slightly turning his wrist and pulling the trigger again as two booms reverberated across the hall; two sounds that sounded exactly like the cracking of a bat echoed through the hall.

"Doubl..."

Before he could even finish his first word, his whole world turned pitch black.