"Did you get the other two?" inside an old abandoned factory, Lucara Angels sat imperiously on a fancy-looking throne positioned above some old machinery. Below her were the three assassins from earlier. Currently, none of them were covering their faces.
A blue-haired assassin, who turned out to be dull-looking emo-style Tina, knelt on one knee to report, "Reporting to Boss Luke. We captured Megan, but oddly enough, Simpson had already left the apartment. I didn't picture him as the type of nega to smash and dash."
"Excuse me?" Lucara's eyes became heart-piercingly cold, and Tina shuddered.
"My apologies for the slang, little boss, ma'am." Tina's back was filled with cold sweat.
She almost forgot Boss Luke didn't care for terms like 'nega,' which could be considered derogatory. Of course, Tina felt such a stance didn't match this woman's practices. Still, this madwoman was the last person she wanted to upset. After pretending so much every day, Tina almost forgot that they weren't actual classmates or friends.
Lucara was, of course, aware of this.
She just wanted to remind Tina to watch her words before a superior. They were not friends. They were masters and servants. After all, if it were Crimson seated here instead, then Tina would be dead for speaking so casually. No matter what it was that she said. Crimson desired his subordinates to be inspired by fear and absolutely subservient.
Lucara didn't hate this about Crimson. In fact, she found it a little attractive.
After pondering for a moment, Lucara spoke again, "Simpson is indeed not this type. Perhaps he went looking for his little friend, or maybe he went to brag and harass their other friend at his part-time job."
"Do you want us to head over to that location? We could take them both." Tina kept her head down as she asked, trying to gain favor.
"You had better not. This other friend should be a bit...troublesome," Lucara bit her lip slightly.
For reasons unknown to herself, she didn't want the members of her crew to be aware of Sebastian's uniqueness.
Sebastian gave her a thrilling feeling she couldn't explain for some reason. He seemed more dangerous than even Crimson Spade, as if Lucara's soul felt pressured by his mere presence.
This was a new feeling for her.
"It doesn't matter, the Simpleton boy is not a threat. If you see him, do not bother capturing him. Eliminate him on sight. I do not like how he looks or speaks to me, hmph."
The face of that cute yet slightly immature Sebastian suddenly flashed in Lucara's mind, baffling her. She sighed heavily, somewhat fearful. It seemed as if she genuinely had developed an imprint. On a boy so much younger, no less. This would be dangerous if she didn't kill him, but how could she bear to do so?
Of course, no one could save the latter if Crimson knew how she felt about Sebastian. So far, Crimson was the only person she had been intimate with who could still breathe. He had some hypnotic power that kept her own ability at bay if she looked him in the eyes. She would be no more than his plaything as a result.
This was the way he kidnapped her in the first place.
After two years, she no longer minded being his plaything. It was easier to adapt, and he was less violent when she actively participated. Honestly, Crimson was the reason she had achieved all she had as a hunter. He encouraged her to unleash her power in thrilling new ways.
As a result, her once-low formulation skyrocketed quickly in only two years.
"Who is it that my little dove wants dead?" came a masculine and daring voice from above.
Voosh.
Five ropes extended from several holes in the roof to the ground. Five uniformed men, each wearing a mask and gear strapped across his chest, fell lightly to the ground. Each wore dark armor and carried longswords and daggers at their waists. The last man had a pack slung on his back.
The one with the backpack grabbed Lucara by the waist and lifted her effortlessly from her throne. She felt his hands on her wriggling waist. He forced himself against her, all muscle and being, taking possession of her mouth with an urgency and heat that made her head spin.
"Hmm," Lucara lost herself in this animalistic man of hers and let him do whatever he pleased.
She watched his wild antics with a mix of amusement and dread; he was like an unpredictable wave crashing against the shore. It used to drive her mad, and part of her still wanted to yell and beg him to stop. But she couldn't look away or turn away from it--she felt inexplicably drawn in. A part of her had become hypnotized by his personality, and even though she knew it would be dangerous to stay, that's precisely what she did.
She tried to resist his wild spirit but found herself powerless against the chaotic energy that seemed to emanate from him. She felt like his gravitational pull was overwhelming her senses and thoughts. He moved with a passion and intensity that made her feel alive. His eyes filled with a dangerous excitement that kept her captivated. She could sense her will slipping away and no longer put up a fight as she fell deeper in love.
The two girls and one boy in the assassin garb below all blushed as they saw Crimson lifting Lucara's white dress in front of everyone, showing the group her high-quality private features. As if no one was there, he pulled out his shovel and started to plunder her treasure recklessly.
The four soldiers who had just arrived were indifferent and didn't even look at these two, making love loudly and aggressively. They were long since used to how the leader and vice-leader greeted each other. It was always like this, no matter where they were.
However, one more pair of eyes had just wandered into the warehouse, only for them to witness this scene. The girl he wanted, sprawled on the cement floor, was being overpowered by a savage warrior with bulging muscles and an array of colorful tattoos that snaked up his arms. His eyes were wild as he pinned her down, and a feral grin spread across his face. His eyes widened as he watched the girl of his dreams be thoroughly invaded.
Worst of all, the pleasure she was experiencing was...apparent, to say the least. Had her captors corrupted her so soon?
How ruthless.
How uncouth! Charles stood in place, completely crestfallen, his voice broken and listless as he barely mumbled, "...Lu...car...a..."
Charles couldn't really process who was the victim right now. Wasn't that Tina with the assassins from earlier? The shock of this moment made the highly intelligent Charles rather dumbstruck. Even though Charles' voice was barely audible, the six people up above were all hunters. Their hearing couldn't be compared to regular people.
They may not have heard the voice clearly, but they definitely heard a voice.
"Who's there?!" shouted the four soldiers together.
"Ah! Crimson! CRIMSON! AUUUHNNN..."
"Capture him," said Crimson without missing a beat in his rhythm, seemingly the only one unsurprised by the intruder. "Gut him like a damn fish."
"Wait." Lucara stopped her hips and bit Crimson's ear, which sent a shiver through his body, making his indomitable pace pause.
"Ooh, naughty girl. Crimson likes."
"Capture that one, and leave him for me. I want to eat him."
"Anything for you, dove."
The three dark assassins disappeared into the shadows before swarming Charles and tying him up.