He was the best at what he did. Nobody could do it like him. Go in, kill the bad guys, and go out. Some said he was born to kill evil. Several believed he was the incarnation of death, that's why they called him the reaper. Of course anybody would be called that if they used a scythe for most of their missions.
His name was Tristin Greenwood , his real name he didn't know this was the name given to him by his mentor the man who took him away from the life that was filled with beatings, hunger, and cold. He showed him a world filled with magic he showed him the path of the assassin. The path of those who spent their lives keeping the world at balance, they removed those who broke it. Dark lords, bigoted 'LIGHT' wizards, all of those who risked the balance were removed.
"AGHHHHHH" Tristin awoke with a scream.
He looked left and right as he released his dagger that he always slept with at his side.
It was that dream. He never could remember anything of it but a blinding green light, and red eyes horrible red eyes. He got up as he usually did after a nightmare. Today was a bad day, no missions, and worst of all he had council duties.
"Why me!?"
10 hours later and 15 council issues after. Tristin was done for the day so. The reaper was ready to begin.
The reaper was not an alter ego no it was a title it was a personality that showed no fear and made evil quiver with it.
This was a mission appointed to him by the ministry of magic in England which in itself was odd the minister of magic hated the reaper with passion but when it came to getting rid of evil Tristin could never say no.
So that's why he was arming himself with his duel swords and his daggers plus his vials of potions. All that he needed to perform successful assassination. He required no wand as he was a born sorcerer so he needed no wand.
This was aimed at Nott a well known business man in the wizarding world and also a high rank death eater. The assassins never aligned themselves in a war unless the balance was touched, but this was purely political. The Nott's always aligned them against the ministry which in turn aggravated the minister.
He reached the Nott's property but he felt something off, but he just ignored it. He sliced through the wards like a hot knife through butter.
He went through the window and as he approached the bed something went wrong new wards were set. And then he felt it a blade slicing through the wind, He jumped up and rolled and there glaring at him was Nott. He was standing in the form of a real blade master.
"Finally come to play reaper" Nott said mockingly.
"No coming to take out the trash Nott" Tristin replied.
And then they came dozens of death eaters led by none other than Voldemort.
Curse after curse they fired. More death eaters came and then after 20 stunners he fell into unconsciousness.
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