Devil's Bargain

The fury of the devil The area echoed with the sound of gunfire as the two sides traded gunfire. Elara's Assassin Guild has turned into a battleground for assassins and members of South Kota, a strong Mafia group operating in the shadows. There were dead people all over the place, and the air smelled of blood, gunpowder, and smoke! A tall, statuesque lady in a black dress stood in front of the mansion's second-floor balcony, fiddling with her double-edged knife among the pandemonium going on around her. She's just got done taking down five armed guys who broke into the second floor covertly. Now, their lifeless forms were resting on that chilly surface, drenched in their own blood. Her stance conveyed grace and a captivating beauty that would have enthralled and captivated anybody, despite the icy and ominous vibe around her. She was the embodiment of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, yet her lovely face was emotionless. She was as frigid as the snow in winter. Her green eyes skimmed over the chaos and murder below her. Those armed men were killing assassins one by one who she had trained and thought of her family. The most cruel and cold-blooded assassin of all time was Lady Elara, the creator of the Elara Assassin Guild. It pleased her to see her victims quiver in dread, pleading with her for their life. Whimpering and quivering with agony and terror, she found satisfaction in listening to their fervent appeal. However, she was only able to hear her family members' last cries and those of her fellow assassins tonight. When it finally occurred to her that she had met Rhea Sparks, a formidable foe who ultimately brought her to her demise, her lips curled into a bitter grin! The outstanding Lyra commander is Rhea. He shared her ruthlessness. Even if they attempted to bargain with him, he would not spare his victim. His catchphrase? One tooth for another, an eye for an eye. She misjudged the strength and sway of this guy. She killed the most valuable person in this devil's life—his woman—clearly stepping on his toes! The rival group of Lyra hired her to assassinate his cherished lady. Her task was accomplished. Her assassins guild and she met their doom on the assignment! She has nowhere else to go right now. They were already subdued by the Lyra, who surrounded their headquarters. Rhea and his men entered their headquarters covertly and launched a surprise assault. They resembled robbers in the darkness. Despite taking down many Lyra members, they were just outnumbered. This had no conclusion in sight. Men with guns simply started popping up out of the shadows. What was the number of troops he brought along? One hundred? A thousand? Ten thousand? Even though this may be her final breath, she refused to concede defeat in light of the catastrophic circumstances. For her, Rhea Sparks arrived. She wouldn't readily provide him with the luxury of achieving his goal, which was to kill her with his own hands!" This man was deserving of the title "Devil," despite the fact that she was an awful and cruel assassin! She had lost everything to this demon in human form in the blink of an eye! He was cornering her, driving her over the brink. It seems that Rhea Sparks intended to destroy them all. She was brought back to the present moment by the sound of the door banging and someone kicking and pushing it. She suddenly found herself turning around and saw two blue eyes examining her closely. Finally, the devil appeared to capture his primary prey. The guy in front of her was terrifying and frigid, but he was also startlingly and breathtakingly attractive. He was younger than most people thought he was. It was untrue that he had an unsightly scar on his face. And he was an incredible dude—a devilishly handsome man! The dignity of humanity! This was her first opportunity to see Rhea Sparks up close and personal! Previously, she was only able to see him in silhouette. She had excellent eyesight for determining people's identities, thus she was able to identify him even on the occasions when he was hiding behind his mask! Of the three guys in front of her, Rhea expanded her confidence and strength. His whole appearance was dangerous and intimidating, particularly to her! His gaze on her gave off the impression that he wished to mutilate and torment her until she died. But the blue orbs that were hurling daggers at her drew her attention the most. His eyes blazed with a plethora of whirling emotions, including resentment, remorse, rage, and grief. Rhea looked from balcony to balcony, looking for other individuals. He skillfully withdrew his revolver from the holster and pointed it in her direction when he noticed that no one else was around. "Leave us alone!" he commanded his soldiers, and there was an imposing quality to his voice. The soldiers exited the second-floor balcony and stood at the front door, obeying the orders of their Supreme Leader. They had taken over the area and were now keeping watch on the area. Nobody dared to stop their leader as he confronted the guy who had killed his sweetheart. Rhea gestured for his soldiers to stay out of that area as he would handle her situation. "Who called the hit? Tell me," he sharply said. His deep, icy voice has the power to chill even the hardest person. It makes sense why he was referred to as "The Stone-cold Devil" by those in the underworld. "Why should I tell you? You won't even spare me even if I confess," she scoffed at him, gripping her blade with two edges. Rhea's face became even more serious. He still had something to speak to this assassin about, even if he was itching to pull the trigger. He had to find out who was planning his beloved woman's demise! Rhea responded thoughtfully, "I am just giving you the chance to have an easy death." It was a threat as well as a warning. "Perhaps, you want to die the hard way?" But there was no point in his threat. Lady Elara showed no fear towards him. She even moved forward, increasing Rhea's pressure. Whoosh! When he did shoot her, her right face was just slightly hit. It was only a warning shot meant to frighten her into confessing. He murmured between clinched teeth, "I am impatient. Don't let me repeat my question. Talk now, otherwise I will give you the most horrible death that a person could ever have." She teased him, wiping the blood from her cheek with the back of her hand. "Then do it... if you can." There was no trace of apprehension or fear on her face—just a cheeky grin. Rhea spat back at her, "You are too arrogant for someone who is going to die in my hand." She had to prevent him from exacting his retribution before she was totally broken and ruined by this demon. She laughed sarcastically again. "Who told you that I would die at your hands? You are wrong, Mr. Sparks." She took Rhea by surprise as she quickly sank her dual-edge knife into her own chest! It was too late to save him. Everything happened pretty quickly. Before he realized it, Elara had driven the dagger even more into her rapidly pounding heart, her lips curled into a contented grin, and her eyes were fixated on his. Rhea, meanwhile, was cursing her as he instinctively ran after her, grabbing her in his arms before she could fall to the ground. In despair, he cried out, "No!!! STOP! You can't die!" For now, he didn't intend to murder her. But it was too late! Now the dagger was embedded firmly in her heart! And she lay there in his warm arms, staring at Rhea until sleep finally took hold of her. "Noooo!" Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Rhea let off a few shots to let out his displeasure and rage! This was not his desire! This was not the kind of retaliation he had in mind for the assassin who had killed the most valuable person in his life! "You can't die! You should die in my own hands! I will hunt you down even in hell!"