In the darkest part of a Makian city, a lone figure wearing a black cloak walked swiftly down a narrow alley. Nothing of the figure could be seen except haunting blood red eyes with flecks of black in them. Behind the figure was the red moon of the Makai world. They stoped in front of two huge looking demons that were guarding a door. Immediately they position themselves in a protective stance in front of their charge, glaring down at the much smaller figure.

"You are unwelcome here, scum," one of the guards barked. "Leave before we are forced to make you!" The second guard nodded.

The figure's eyes narrowed dangerously at him, sending shovers through both of the guards. "Do you wish to die, you pathetic demons, at the hands of Nightfire?" came a feminime voice that was full of malice coming from the figure. Both guards' eyes widenend in horror as they stared at Nightfire, the most feared and powerful assasin in Makai. She had become known famously by her kills because it is said she only reveals her face to her victims before they were killed.

One of the guards dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness, but the other knew it was too late for that. Yet he tried to escape none of the less and found himself instantly paralyzed in his spot; the ceasing of his comrade's pleas told him he was in the same predicament.

Nightfire chuckled softly as she surveyed her prisoners. "Now you shall see the face of death," she whispered coldly. Her gloved hands slowly took off her hood. The guards, highly expecting to look upon a face of utmost evil and vileness, were shocked out of their minds to see a face of beauty. Her hair was shoulder-length, jet-black with neon red streaks. Her skin was very fair with no blemishes, and her pink soft lips were curled into a nasty smirk as her eyes showed amusement. "Well, it's time to say goodbye boys," she snarled. Sudden screams of pain came from the guards as Nightfire threw two fire orbs at them. Soon, their cries ceased and only ash was left of them. Putting her hood back on, Nightfire lazily flicked her hand at the door the demons used to be guarding. The old wooden entrance swung upon from her use of telekinesis. Stepping inside, she closed the door softly behind her and then slowly descended old rotten stairs, creaking with her every footstep.

As she reached the bottom, Nightfire found herself in a familiar bar room. The stench of demons filled the air, all low class and not worthy of bother. Scanning the dimly lit room, she found an all too familiar demon sitting at the back. As she traversed her way towards the demon, frantic whispers erupted all around. Every one of the demons in the room was looking at her frightfully as if she would murder them on the spot. Reaching the demon, she pulled out a chair and stared down at her source.

He was a low class demon like the rest with greasy hair covering his empty black eyes that stared at her in fright.

Nightfire narrowed her eyes at him as she gingerly sat down. Even though she had known this demon for a few years now, four exactly ever since she started her career, she still never trusted him; him nor anyone else . . . ever. "What do you have for me today Paulo?" she asked in a low voice, the sounds of the bar in the background.

Paulo nervously eyed her before saying, "I have bad news. Koenma has put yet another bounty on you head; this time for even more money than the last."

"Hn. Wouldn't be surprised since I had escaped his little Spirit World jail five times already," Nightfire grunted. "Anything else?"

"Yes," Paulo said. "A group of demons, all B class, have kidnapped an ice apparition and are planning to use her for her tear jems." Paulo watched as the assassin's hard and cold eyes showed slight interest after this news.

"Do you know anything of this apparition?" Nightfire inquired after some thought.

Paulo nodded vigorously, taking her question as a good sign. "She is from the floating island Koorime, and I have heard some rumors that she is the sister of the wielder of the Jagan Eye."
Now this intrigued Nightfire. "Where are they located?" she demanded.

"The location might not be exact, but it is said that they are hiding on the island where the Dark Tournament had taken place."

Nightfire stood up, signifying that the meeting was over, but in a flash Paulo was dangling high in the air by his collar with a steel cool blade at his neck. "Remember Paulo," came Nightfire's cold voice, sending waves of fear through the demon, "do not betray me, or you shall end up like the last one who had double-crossed me."

Paulo nodded furiously, indeed remembering what had happened to her last source. It was three years ago, a year after Nightfire and her skills were starting to become known and feared. Koenma was after her because she had assassinated a high class demon who worked for Koenma. Her last source, under threat of execution, spilled the beans to the Spirit Detectives of her whereabouts. Nightfire had barely escaped with her life. After tricking the child ruler of Spirit World and his Detectives that she moved elsewhere, she tracked down her source. Let's just say even now no one has found his body.

With a satisfied smirk, Nightfire sheathed her katana and let Paulo drop unceremoniously to the ground. With a soft swish of her cloak, she seemed to glide out of the bar room with her cloak billowing out behind. Once outside, she breathed deeply in the night air.

And now for that apparition, she thought. Walking to a nearby shadow, she disappeared into it.