Mark was a young ophane taking in by the legion, they gave him a family and a roof over his head.
Though they were assassins he saw their deeds as honourable deeds.
The world was filled with evil people who would commit all sorts of atrocities. This people were supposed to serve and protect the people but instead they left them to suffer and rot while they enjoy the fruit of the people's labour.
If he could go back in time, he would still choose the ways of the legion, though they weren't saints, they've still killed a lot of politicians and dictators
The number of people they've killed might not be able help cleanse the world of those corrupt bastards but it still saved a lot of people.
And that was enough.
Mark opened his eyes feeling a bit dizzy, Infront of him stood a row of armored military black cars heavily armed with machine guns.
It was strange but black light like runes were flashing across the vehicles.
Right now besides him, his comrades were lined up in a straight line kneeling down with their hands behind them tied.
Their perpetrators stood behind them with their guns on their chest
He could see them clearly now, They wore black armour.
That's right.
They weren't wearing bulletproof vest but they were fully suited in black metal like armor which covered their whole body. They wore helmets which covered their whole face making it impossible to see any of their facial features, they looked faceless.
In front of Mark, an old man was kneeling at the forefront, he was the leader of the legion.
He had his eyes closed and seemed as if he had entered a spiritual dimensions but actually that was the acceptance of death.
By now it was all clear to them who their perpetrators were.
Archman Group special forces.
Who else could lock down an entire city without causing any commotion. In the entire Gold Country only they could do that.
A few minutes later a big black jet just appeared out of nowhere almost as if it has always been there
The shocking thing about it was that, it was completely silent. The assassins looked at their faces and they could all see the shock on their faces.
As assassins they knew how important it was to have the element of surprise in battle, this strange jet could be called the ruler of the night. This strange jet could bring down any plane with it's ability.
Appears from nowhere and boom.
Looking at how low the jet was flying and moving effortlessly, they could bet their last cent that this black jet could fight ground battles and they weren't far from that.
The darkness devourer landed and a strange scene occured that left the captives in disbelief.
Like magnets the darkness around them condensed into solid and shot out towards the plane forming steps. The gates at the side open as a man wearing the same armor as the night eagles walked out.
There was a slight difference as his had blue line flashing on the surface of the armor.
The moment he stepped out all the forces on the ground saluted him. John stood aside and a young man stepped down from the jet.
He was two words devilishly handsome.
He wore a black long sleeve shirt and black jeans, he looked extremely normal but the moment he stepped out he received an intense salute from the forces including John himself.
Luke walked towards the old man and stared down at him as the old man was kneeling.
"Are you the grandson of the old fool who killed my son?"
Luke shook his head.
"His son then", said old bruce with anger, this man's father killed his son and he was completely helpless against him.
He felt useless and powerless.
Luke stared down at him and squatted down until he reached the old man's level,
"No, no, no... you are absolutely wrong, I killed your son with my own two hands and I watched him suffer till his last breath."
Bruce eyes widened in shock and anger, "Impossible, the chairman of Archman Group led the operation himself and this has been confirmed so it can't be you, the chairman of Archman Group is an old man, only someone old can build what Archman Group is now."
" Who said the Chairman of Archman Group is an old man, where do you people get that idea from?"
Bruce eyes widened in surprise, " don't tell..el me you are the chairman!"
The old man said with a trembling voice, Luke got up and ignored him. He moved towards the 12 kneeling assassins.
"Hoho, if it isn't the twelve messengers of death there, who else could it be.
A pleasure to meet you, Ahh where are my manners, let me introduce myself since this is our first meeting.
Am Luke Archman the man you travelled so far for." Luke smiled.
What was going on today, does the universe want to kill them with shocks?
After all they've seen today, it keeps getting better. To think the most powerful man in both past and present is barely a 25 year old, that was shocking.
"Anyway I have a deal for you, are you, interested?
Well the deal is simple, Luke snapped his fingers and all the assassins weapons were placed in front of them,
You have three minutes, if you choose to not pick up those weapons and face me, you will live, but if you decide to pick the weapon up and try to kill me, Hihihi.
You all know what will happen.
" Your lives are very precious, someone kept everything on the line to ensure you such an opportunity, I wouldn't waste it if I was you."
They all glanced at their faces, to be honest they didn't care about living and were prepared to end it all.
Old Bruce son was a good lad, and they all considered him their little brother, but the man in front of them viciously murdered him.
They wanted revenge for old Bruce who's been a father to them.
Mark began to extend his hand to his hand gun but stopped Midway.
He glance at Luke and asked, " Can I ask a question?", Luke nodded.
"Why did you kill old Bruce's son?"
" Bring me the Eyes Of Artemis".
One of the soldiers approached him and handed him a tablet, Luke Punched a few words into it and handed it too mark.
Mark looked at the screen and a few moments later had his fist strongly clenched.
He passed the tablet to his comrades and they all had the same reaction.
" What are you guys waiting for, we have our chance to get revenge for little Joey"
All of them glanced at Old Bruce without moving.
Mark threw the tablet to Bruce.
"Old Bruce, all our lives, we have trained hard to kill bad people who have caused the suffering of innocent people, haven't we?
old Bruce silently picked the tablet on the ground and watched the content.
On it were all the vile and atrocious deed his son committed, seeing this his face became haggard and pale
"Though you raised me up, I would have killed Joey in a more crueler way if he was still alive, that was how you raised us". Mark added
Old Bruce body trembled with sadness, what had all the training and principle he had held on mean if his own blood became the very evil he swore to fight.
His life had all been meaningless.
Tears streamed down his face as he cried, all his life he had trained and raised excellent men to uphold justice but neglected his son.
What a pityfull man.
He glanced at the gun on the ground and was ready to commit suicide.
Luke who knew what he was thinking said,
"old man, you are as responsible as your son for all this atrocities that has happened.
You were his father but you didn't educate him well and you just thinking dying would solve everything.
You are being too naive, if you want to die, you have to atone first.
This is the location of the victims I rescued before your son could harm them anymore.
You must go there and atone for your sins".
Old Bruce looked at the location displayed on the screen and nodded though he was filled with grief, he had found a new motivation to extend his miserable life a bit longer.
Luke glanced at the remaining men, " From today onwards, the Mystics of death shall be no more.
Your organization has been eradicated, you are free to do whatever you want as long as you don't don't go around killing people.
Bruce sigh with a heavy heart but there was nothing he could do.
"Buy the way, thank Victoria. If you are alive it's because she made a tempting offer I could not resist".
Luke turned around and boarded the darkness devourer, which silently ascended and disappeared without a trace, so did his forces.
The 12 assassins just looked at the sky and smiled wryly.