A Love To Kill

PROLOGUE

 What is love? What is sacrifice?

Love can emanate pain, the same as sacrifice it can also derive to impair the happiness on someone else. 

Ambition is to attain, but if it is impossible to gain, then it is an illusion.

Can you love me back? Of course, you can't. Because if you do, I will never experience this pain. 

He let out a deep sigh. His dad will kill him for sure, or maybe not. He will just torture him. They lost their men because of him. How many of them have they lost? He can't count, and he really doesn't care even they run out of staff. 

"Death, aren't we going home yet?" Reaper asked his boss. He's nervous as hell, because he knew what will occur later for what happened. He received a call a while ago from one of their men. Death's father already knew what had happened. Death's dad is merciless. Punishment is a punishment. And he never broke his words. Whoever you are, when you committed a mistake, you have to be punished. Even if you his child. 

"Should I call Champ?" Reaper asked again. Death answered with a simple nod. Reaper just shook. He first left his boss to call Champ, Death personal doctor. 

Death eyes are so fixed on that man. The man who's happily laughing with his team. They got cased closed. Who will not be happy? 

"You're my ambition that turned into illusion. I hope I can turn it back as an ambition so that I can attain you whatever it may take." Death laughed. He had no other dream but the man who's he watching from afar. A dream that he will never gain. 

"Champ is on his way to your mansion, Death." Reaper informs him. 

"Leave some men to guard them. They caught the boss of the black market. His men are lurking on the perimeter. Make sure all the team is safe. Kill Mr. Park men if necessary." Death said, without even looking to Reaper. 

"I already did. 100 men are already disposed. Some of Mr. Park's men are buried 6ft under the ground." 

"Good." Again Death let out a deep sigh. "Let's go." 

He glanced for the last time at the group of policemen who had been having fun before, before getting into the expensive car. See you after 1 month, my moonlight.