Hitman with a Badass System

In a vast, dark hall, eerily illuminated by the otherworldly glow of red, green, and yellow moons shining through the grand glass ceiling, stood two figures of daunting presence. Rin, the Princess of Murder, clad in armor crafted from blood and flesh, exuded an aura of power and malice. Beside her, Morbus, the God of Plagues, was draped in dark robes, his face obscured by a hood, his short, thin frame almost deceptive of the immense danger he represented. His smile revealed yellowed teeth, adding to his sinister appearance.

"Is everything ready?" Morbus inquired, his voice echoing slightly in the large, ominous space.

Rin's response was a chuckle filled with dark amusement. "Yes, I have one head," she affirmed, her tone dripping with malice. Her eyes, alight with the anticipation of the chaos to come, turned towards Morbus. "Do you have the second?"

Matching Rin's malevolence with his own, Morbus let out a chuckle and clicked his tongue in affirmation. "I have it," he said, his voice a mixture of pride and secrecy. "Been holding onto this for more than four thousand years."

Amused by his confession, Rin couldn't help but probe further. "And you never thought to make use of it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by Morbus's long game.

With a smile that held centuries of cunning and patience, Morbus replied, "I am not one to kill a golden egg-laying goose for its meat. I've been waiting for the right moment." His eyes, though mostly hidden in the shadow of his hood, gleamed with a calculated glint. "And the right moment is now."

"Then, tet's not fuck around. It's time for the big reveal," Rin declared, her voice echoing with authority and anticipation in the shadowed hall. With a fluid motion, she stepped forward, drawing a crimson-red dagger from her waist. Without a moment's hesitation, she sliced across her palm, allowing her blood to spill onto the ground below. The moment her blood touched the earth, it ignited with an otherworldly glow, the air around them shivering, distorting as if reality itself was bending. From this surreal disturbance emerged a sight both magnificent and macabre—a gigantic, silver-colored hydra head, decayed and ancient. Its massive teeth, jagged and uneven, spoke of a predatory nature even in death. The head's sheer size was awe-inspiring, its skeletal form a testament to a once-mighty creature, now reduced to a relic of its former glory.

"Sarba, the Nullifier," Rin announced with a chuckle, her stature minuscule before the enormous decayed head. She then turned towards Morbus, expectation clear in her gaze. "Your turn."

"My pleasure.", Morbus replied with a grin that only hinted at the depravity within as he stepped forward, joining Rin. Instead of a blade, he used one of his decayed, filthy nails to slice open his palm. However, what flowed from his wound was not blood but a viscous, green substance that slithered to the ground like some unholy offering. The moment it made contact, the air once again rippled with unnatural energy, and beside Sarba's head, another hydra head appeared. This one was as dark as the void itself, its decay evident in the peeling, blackened flesh and the sinister aura that enveloped it.

"This head belonged to Cain, the hydra head known for its cunning. Rivaled only by the God of Darkness himself, or perhaps, even surpassing it," Morbus proclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of reverence and pride.

Rin gazed upon the gargantuan head before her, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "His ability to tear through space really pissed off Andohr, the God of Time and Space," she said, laughing as she reveled in the thought of the discord Cain had sown.

"Cain is the reason the God of Darkness remained so elusive five thousand years ago." Morbus joined in her laughter.

"But now, what served the God of Darkness will serve our purpose," Rin replied to Morbus, her voice cold and determined. "And by the time he and his Vedora come to see this, our plan will have long succeeded." She then brushed the skin of Sarba's head with a sense of reverence mixed with a tinge of disappointment. "Still, I'm a bit pissed at Father for not letting me kill them both."

Morbus couldn't help but chuckle at the Princess of Murder's palpable lust for killing. "If your father, the God of Murder himself, warns against murdering someone, then you know it's damn important. Better listen to him. After all, he can always choose another Princess of Murder," he teased, his amusement clear.

Rin snarled in response, baring her teeth in a dangerous grin. "Careful, Morbus. I can't kill a god yet, but you'll want to be off my list when I can," she warned, her threat laced with deadly seriousness.

"Your impulse is amusing, Princess," Morbus chuckled, unaffected by her warning. "But let's be grown-ups here and complete this little project of ours."

Rin growled, albeit agreeing with a nod. Her impatience bubbling to the surface, she then questioned, "What's taking that bastard so long? I have blood to collect," she hissed, licking her dagger with a sense of anticipation.

"He'll be here, Princess," Morbus replied with eerie calmness. "Unlike us, he's trapped in his golden cage, and what he's about to do will drain all his energy."

"That's what he gets for being weak." Rin snickered in response, mocking the anticipated participant of their dark gathering.

Morbus chuckled once more, but his tone carried a warning. "Be warned, Princess. Andohr is not someone you want to piss off. He might be trapped in his castle, but he's the kind that has a backup plan for his backup plans."

As they were waiting, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The air seemed to freeze, time itself appeared suspended, and the space around them distorted, heralding the arrival of another player in their dark gathering.

Rin's impatience manifested as a growl. "Seems like he's here," she stated, her voice thick with anticipation and irritation.

"Or at least his representative, and my dear brother," Morbus added quickly, his tone betraying a hint of respect mixed with a familial bond.

Suddenly, the space around them violently tore open, a pure blue light sparking as the realm tear expanded before them. The air screeched in protest as the tear widened, heralding the arrival of a figure draped in gray robes, his eyes glowing an eerie green. Beneath the hood, his face appeared decayed, the skin barely clinging to his skull.

Morbus greeted the newcomer with a calm familiarity. "Fourcrux, the God of Necromancy and everything that is neither dead nor alive."

As Fourcrux stepped through the tear, which then closed behind him, he chuckled, "Good to see you, little brother." His gaze fell upon the two gigantic hydra heads in the hall. "Bringing a hydra head from Andohr's castle is no joke," he commented, his voice laced with amusement. Touching the heads, he darkly chuckled.

"So much death energy... I can almost taste it."

Rin's patience snapped at his actions. "Don't lick it, Fourcrux," she growled, her voice echoing through the hall.

Pausing his examination of the skulls, Fourcrux turned to Rin, his smile malicious. "Rin, I thought only gods were supposed to be here," he teased, his amusement apparent.

Rin snarled in response, her pride as the Princess of Murder pushing back against the necromancer's jibe. "Unlike you, my father Xyloth can send representatives since he has no underlings who betrayed him." Her words were a pointed reminder of Fourcrux's own history of betrayal by his Reaper, Zariel.

Fourcrux, unfazed by the barb, let out a cold chuckle. "For my brother Xyloth, you're no more than a toy he can play with until he gets bored."

Sensing the growing tension between Rin and Fourcrux, Morbus interjected, his voice firm. "We're not here to mock each other or fight. We're here to take out our brother, so let's stop fucking around and get this done." His words cut through the air, a reminder of the grave purpose that had brought them together in this eerie hall.

Fourcrux, acknowledging the need to focus on their sinister goals, responded with a tone that mingled resignation with anticipation. "Indeed, it's wiser to be the bigger entity in this gathering." Demonstrating his commitment, he nonchalantly crushed one of his own fingers, allowing the bone dust to scatter to the floor, a grim precursor to his next act. The air behind him then stirred, signaling the arrival of another entity. From the disturbed air materialized another hydra head, this one marked by its haunting whiteness. Yellow bolts of lightning crackled around its form, adding a ferocious energy that seemed to set it apart from the others. Despite its decay, this head bore an aura of destructive power far surpassing that of its counterparts.

"Ayag, the Destroyer," Morbus announced, his voice laden with a mix of awe and dread as he beheld the formidable sight. With the three heads side by side, the energy in the room intensified, the air thick with power and malice. Rin's grin widened, a reflection of her delight in the chaos they were about to unleash. Fourcrux, standing before the towering heads, reveled in the magnitude of their plan. "I've already imbued my energy into Ayag's head. Once I'm done with the rest, we'll unleash it upon the mortal realm," he stated, his tone serious despite the macabre excitement of their endeavor.

Though his skull-like face betrayed no emotions, Fourcrux's demeanor grew somber as he contemplated their ultimate goal. "Andohr will take care of pitting the God of Darkness and the God of Light against each other. We just need to ensure this hydra of ours kills the incarnation of our dear elder brother, Death, in the mortal realm. Only then can we ascend to become Death itself."

Rin and Morbus exchanged glances, understanding the weight of Fourcrux's words, acknowledging the perilous path they had chosen. "It's a fucking shame I can't witness the death of Death's incarnation myself, but the rewards Father promises will be worth it," Rin mused, her dagger glinting as she licked its blade in anticipation.

However, Morbus tempered their enthusiasm with a note of caution. "It won't be easy. The God of Darkness will protect the incarnation at all costs. He sees her as his closest ally."

Fourcrux's reply carried a cold determination. "That's precisely why he can never know our target until our little beast has struck. Eve Voldiguard must die." His final statement hung in the air, a chilling decree that set the stage for their dark ambitions, underscoring the lengths to which they were willing to go to achieve their twisted version of ascendancy.