So, a new story, with Percy being betrayed, running away and getting a place in the Chaos Army as the assassin. Yay, there are never enough of this! *sarcastic attitude out* No but seriously, I had to get these thoughts out of my head, so I could focus on university and blah, blah, blah. Some things those are not so usual in Chaos stories, but whatever. Read, have fun or hate, whatever you like best. :D

Prologue

Milky Way, developing planet, six million years after the foundation of the Chaos army

It was quiet in the capital of Renitz. Ever since the Quarkners had made clear, that the curfew should be taken very serious due to some gruesome death sentences, not even a Rignatz (AN: local equivalent to a mouse) was seen on the streets past sun setting.

'A really exhilarating sight', Hennitz thought proudly, while he made his way over the plaza, which marked the city centre. Even though he was the leader of the cult which had brought Renitz, the largest country of the planet, under their control, he loved it to patrol with his fellow members. It was just so much more satisfying to see the victory with his own eyes, then being told about it.

He was very proud of his cult. Although just founded ten years ago, his beliefs had spread rapidly over the country, especially under the richer people.

The beliefs of the Quarkners were relatively easy explained: There never were and never will be gods. Everybody should rule himself or, with enough power, rule others. The richer people immediately used it as a chance to use their money as a synonym for power and exploited the poorer ones. These could not do anything against it, because even the king, who had been the crown prince, when the cult started to gain followers, believed in it. He declared the Quarkner's beliefs as the new 'state religion' and gave them the right, to live out their beliefs as they wished. This had instantly led to a storm of new laws, beginning with the curfew, over the convertation to the Quarkners and ending with the prohibition of any god. Breaking a law would instantly result in a death sentence.

Hennitz smiled fondly at the memories of how easy it had been to make the kingdom fall. Soon, they would invade the other countries with their belief, slowly bringing the whole planet under their control.

He would have continued thinking about his successes he had had, but something bothered him. It was too quiet. Even though there was the curfew and no one was on the streets, he should at least hear the steps of his followers, who walked behind him. Frowning he turned around, ready to scold them for whatever reason they stopped, only to find the plaza behind him empty. Not only that, but an unnatural darkness had spread over the plaza, only leaving a four feet circle around him in the light of the two moons.

Instinctively he drew his sword, ready to attack any potential threat, and slowly circled around himself, trying to see something through the impenetrable darkness. Suddenly he heard someone laugh.

"Who is there?" he shouted, raising his sword in the general direction of the laugh.

He heard it again, this time from behind him. He whirled around, sword raised, ready to strike.

"This will not help you", he heard someone whisper.

The voice sent a shudder down his back. It was cold, frightening and devoid of any emotion.

"I ask you again, who are you?" he shouted again, trying so sound intimidating, but even he himself had to admit, that it sounded more intimidated then intimidating. "Show yourself or your death will be even crueler than it already has to be, now that you broke the curfew."

The unknown person laughed again, but nevertheless, two people stepped out of the darkness.

If Hennitz had to describe these two in as few words as possible, he would have said polar opposites. The left one was clearly female, with an athletic, but still distinctive build. She was around 5'11 and everything she wore was blindingly white. A part of his mind wondered how he could not have seen her, despite the darkness. From the boots over the trousers to the cloak she wore, everything was white. On the middle of her shirt, she wore, a pitch black α-Symbol, which was the only other colour on her clothing. She had a, at least Hennitz supposed it was one, bag slung over her shoulder, although it was too thin to fit anything useful in it. She had a sword strapped to her side, which was made out of a completely white material, unknown to him and played with bronze dagger, which continuously wandered from one hand to the other. She emitted an aura of calmness and confidence, which signalled she was used to command troupes and stand in the front line, when they charged into battle.

The other figure could not have been more different. Male, about 6'5 tall an athletic, slim build, and clothed completely in black, with a white Ω-symbol on his shirt, he seemed like the other half of the female. He had several daggers strapped to his belt and was toying with a pen in his hand, which Hennitz had the distant presumption, was more then it seemed to be. He emitted an aura of cold calmness, like he had seen so many deaths, that nothing could shake him up anymore. Together with his slightly crouched stance, it was clear that this one was an assassin. Hennitz would have betted that if he stripped him down, he would find several daggers and throwing knives, probably even a small crossbow and several phials filled with poison.

Hennitz gulped and raise his sword a bit higher, tightening the grip around the handle, but he could not prevent the slight shaking of his hand. If he had to choose, he would not have known which of these two he would take as an enemy. The calm, confident commander, who would wait patiently, until she formed a plan, which would not fail, or the cold assassin, who would probably pass like smoke through whatever defences you threw in his way and would find you, no matter where you hid yourself. But it seemed he did not have to choose. They were both his enemy.

"What do you want? Answer or I will summon all of our members and hunt you down, until there is no place left for you to stay", he bellowed in an attempt to sound brave, while he tried to get a look on one of their faces. This was the only thing, they had in common: He could not see their faces, no matter how hard he tried. They were not hidden by darkness and they only had normal hoods attached to their capes, but he still could not get a clear view on one of their faces.

"These members?" the assassin asked with his cold voice and waved his hand, which was not holding the pen.

The darkness seemed to fray out, until the whole plaza was once again illuminated by the two moons.

Hennitz turned pale.

Around him were the bodies of several people nailed to the walls of the house, which bordered on the plaza, all with slit throats and all with the ceremonial dagger in their hearts, which the cult declared as their symbol of belief and their identifying feature.

Hennitz slowly turned around. He knew every single one of them. They were the most fanatic members, the core of his cult and the ones, which had performed an important amount of work, to make possible, what they had achieved till today. 'Or more like had had achieved', Hennitz thought, while still scanning the motionless faces of his former fellow members. Even the king was present, still in his nightgown. He had been one of the most enthusiastic members in his earlier years and still supported the cult with everything he had.

On the faces of the former core members of the Quarkners, Hennitz could see no terror or fright, at the utmost slight surprise. Every core member of the Quarkners was nailed to the walls, every single one except for - Hennitz swallowed audibly and turned back to the pair – except for him.

"Who are you?" he whispered, unable to speak any louder.

"We are justice", the woman whispered back in a nearly warm tone, while the man stepped forward and suddenly held a bronze sword in his hands. The last thing Hennitz saw was the gleaming sword, coming down in a deadly arc.

-Line Break-

Omega let himself fall into the nearest chair on their ship, once they entered it, while Alpha waited a second and then sat herself on his lap.

"Was this everything?" he asked her, his former cold and emotionless tone now filled with warmth and affection.

Alpha pulled a very thin laptop out of her bag, opened it, scrolled a bit up and down, just to nod satisfied and closed it again.

"We have eliminated every significant member and left the people of the country the message", she said while put the laptop back in her bag.

Then we can return home", Omega said and raise his hand to wipe the cap off her head and lovingly caress her cheek. She did the same, only to see a distant look in his eyes and a frown on his face.

"What is wrong?" she asked concerned and grabbed his hand, which still rested on her cheek.

"It feels wrong to call it home. Like something bitter is connected with this word", he explained, still frowning.

Alpha sighed. They both could not remember their pasts before they took their current way of life, but sometimes, words or actions triggered feelings, which they could not explain.

"Do not worry about it", she whispered, while circling her thumb over his knuckles. "The only important thing from the past is that we found each other. As long, as we stay together, we do not need the past."

He smiled and pulled her closer, while she snuggled into his chest. She was right. They may not be able to remember their past, but they had enough hunches to know something else: They did not want to remember the past.

So prologue is out, I have already written the first chapter, but I am too lazy to type it down right now. I suppose, you all know, which are these two characters, but shhh. I have to maintain a not existing arc of suspense XD. See ya.