This is an idea I've been thinking on a lot, so i have put it into words, and i'll see how it goes.

Multiple dark blurs silently darted across the trees, their forms barely visible against the background of the night. The lights of the capital's streets barely providing enough illumination to see them.

The blurs stopped on a tree branch overlooking an elegant mansion.

There were three of them all dressed in dark apparel, with one adorned in a tattered cloak that covered their body. They wore white masks in the shape of a skull missing the lower jaw.

Of the three the one to stand out was the only woman of the group, dressed in black leggings and a top that covered only half her torso revealing her toned muscular abdomen, she sported long purple hair done up in a high ponytail.

These were three of the many bodies possessed by the 19th old man of the mountain, Hassan of the hundred faces.

Asako remained still, her gaze focused on the mansion ahead of her. This was their target, they had spent days scouting the capital and storing information.

Anything that was said, the new-Hashashin heard.

The hundred faces had arrived in this world a week ago.

They were taken from the throne of heroes and placed in a cesspit of corrupt animals. Not to mention the roaming monsters the people called danger beasts.

It was a shock to be sure, but Hundred faces didn't get the position of the old man of the mountain for nothing.

Asako, as the most outspoken of the personalities, had taken charge to restore order amongst themselves. The rowdier and more hot-headed Hassan were some trouble, but were silenced when the influx of knowledge on where they were hit them.

Finding out that she was no longer connected to the throne of heroes was strange. This wasn't a typical summoning as if for a grail war, no, this world was not compatible with the throne or with any magus magic.

The great founder couldn't reach them here. He was a paragon of their sect and the threat of death if they strayed from his teachings, was a powerful motivator.

But having some freedom was something Asako always wanted.

She had preposed that since they were in a new world, they would continue their sect.

They became the new- Hashashin.

The mansion front door opening heralded the arrival of one of her targets.

A blond-haired white girl who put on a cheery polite demeanour.

Asako knew it was an act. From her own personal experience and what the others had observed, she knew that girl was a cruel beast inside.

Two men dressed in armour followed dutifully behind her. They knew what she was doing, their grimaces told it all.

Asako quietly lept from the branch with Macour and Zayd following her.

She silently ran up to the mansion leaping from the walls to the windowsill before producing a knife, wedging it into the gap between the window and the frame before leveraging it down breaking the latch, providing easy access to the hallway beyond.

She crouched in the hallway the others joining her.

They turn their heads in Asako's direction deferring to her judgment.

"Zayd find the father."

He nodded, standing from his crouch, astralizing as he walked.

'Good thing we retained our abilities as servants'

Standing herself, Asako ordered Macour, "I'll get the mother. You kill the guards."

He nodded before darting down the hall.

A second later there was a faint thump as a guard's body slumped into the hallway, then was dragged out of sight.

Asako began walking in the direction of the mother's study. She had learnt from observation that she liked to document her experiments each night.

Turning a corner, she saw a guard standing outside of the study.

'She's probably there,' Asako pulled out her knife and was about to strike when, in a moment, Macour had pressed the guard up against the wall with his knife plunged up through his jaw.

As the guard's gurgles subsided, Macour gently laid the guard on the floor, before running off.

Shaking her head, she softly glided to the door and slowly opened it.

Peeking through the crack, Asako saw the mother sitting at her desk writing in her journal with a fond smile.

Taking the opportunity, she slipped through and situated herself behind her target.

Presence concealment was active, she didn't know if these humans could sense them.

Her preparation complete she grabbed the mothers head, who only had a moment to gasp before Asako slammed her head into the desk.

*SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM*

She continued until she heard a meaty squelch. Pulling the head back she could see that the desk was coated with blood and chunks of skin.

Asako let the head go and it plopped right back onto the desk.

Not looking back at her work, she left through the door.

Zayd stepped back as the last choking gasp left the father's throat.

He had pinned him to the wall with throwing knives through his hands, before shoving a fire poker down the man's throat all the way to the hilt.

It had done the job.

With a silent chuckle he withdrew from the room.

Meeting back at the window, Asako and Zayd confirmed their targets were eliminated.

Macour joined them soon, hauling a blanket fashioned into a makeshift sack that clanked with every step he made.

"What's in the bag Macour?" Zayd asked.

Asako groaned, "Not again."

Macour was a hoarder, he grabbed whatever he could on assassination missions. It had become an annoying and common habit.

"Just some swords, money they had on them and some toys from the girl's room for Kiko," he answered simply.

She smiled softly under her mask.

If there was one thing the hundred personas cared about it was Kiko. She was the innocent child of their group, when they were whole, she would come out if they were being interrogated so as not to give their secrets away.

"Come on, we have to eliminate the last target."

Sayo was in pain.

Nothing new compared with the last two days.

When she and Ieyasu were separated from Tatsumi, she knew he would be fine, Tatsumi was the strongest amongst them and the greatest hope for their village.

They had arrived at the capital before him, and she thought they could get started and be ready to help Tatsumi once he arrived.

The problem had been that they couldn't get any place in the military, and there weren't any jobs available that could produce enough money for them to help their village.

She and Ieyasu had been sitting on the street wondering what to do when a carriage had stopped in front of them, and out stepped the literal devil in human skin, though she didn't know it at the time.

The girl had introduced herself as Aria and asked them if they would like to stay at her family's home.

It had gone downhill from there, they were introduced to her family, shared a meal, passed out, and woke chained up in a warehouse filled with blood, corpses and torture implements.

Then Aria had walked in and started monologuing about how Sayo had such nice straight hair and how she was stuck with unruly hair. Then she started cutting her, ranting that she was a worthless country bumpkin and didn't deserve such lovely hair.

Sayo hadn't cared to listen, what with the searing pain and all.

When she had started screaming, so had Ieyasu. Aria's mother was injecting him with something causing him to thrash about in pain.

It had lasted for hours before they left. Then they came back the next day inflicting more torture, but she wouldn't break.

Then just minutes ago Aria had returned, skipping over to her torture toys.

Ieyasu had yelled at her to stop this, begged her even. But there was no getting through to that monster.

She had stared with the usual slashes. After experiencing them so much, she had become numb to it, still hurt, but it just added to the throbbing ache of the rest.

"As a punishment for having better hair then me I will be taking your leg, Bumpkin."

She accompanied that horrifying statement by pulling out a saw, it was rusted around the blade, no doubt she'd get an infection from it.

But that was the least of her worries as Aria drew closer with that demented smile on her face, Sayo closed her eyes and braced for the pain.

"Ahhhh," the high-pitched squeal made her eyes fly open, to see a strange sight.

There in front of her was her tormentor, held up off the ground. her neck grasped by the most muscled woman Sayo had ever seen, she had a long purple ponytail and a frightening white mask that was shared by the other figures that accompanied her.

Just behind them she could see the bodies of the guards that helped this monstrous family.

Returning her attention to the woman, Sayo saw her gaze was directed at the rack where the keys to the shackles and cages were.

"Zayd."

The delivery of that simple word stunned her; she didn't think this woman would have such a beautiful husky voice.

One of the others, 'Must be Zayd,' moved towards the rack and took a bunch of keys in each hand before moving over to Ieyasu's cage.

Zayd tried various keys getting more frustrated with every failed attempt, before he found the right one, he inserted it into the lock and the cage door clicked open…, and a tired Ieyasu fell into the arms of Zayd.

"Ieyasu!" she cried, worried for him.

"…I-I'm fine Sayo, just tired"

At a nod from the woman the cloaked figure grabbed the keys from Zayd and walked over to her.

Despite seeing him coming her eyes kept sliding off his figure like he wasn't meant to be looked at.

'That's strange.'

The click and tension being released from her wrists was a miracle to her aching body. She tried to stand but almost collapsed if it wasn't for the figure, 'A man probably,' next to her.

"Easy there, girl."

His voice was soft despite his appearance, and he was surprisingly gentle as he scooped her up in a bridle carry, minding her injuries.

"Wh-…what about her?" Ieyasu raised a shaky finger and pointed at Aria.

She was still in the woman's grip but had stopped struggling.

When she noticed their eyes on her she put on puppy dog eyes and tried to say in a cutesy voice, "My mummy and daddy will be angry if you hurt me. I didn't do anyt- Ah!"

The purple haired woman had cut the little devil off with a backhand while still keeping a firm grip on her neck.

Leaning in close she said with a deceptively calm voice, "Your parents are dead. No one is coming to save you."

Aria's eyes widened as tears began to leak from her eyes, that, along with the dark bruise forming on her cheek made her look the part of a pitiful child.

But no one, especially not Sayo, cared.

Seeing all these bodies really got to Asako.

Of course, she had seen and done similar, such was life as an assassin.

But the blatant cruelty that was done to these people was something even she could not tolerate.

Asako was glad they could save those two children, and that's what they were in her eyes. They looked to have barely entered their teenage years, but to have to go through horrors like this, made her blood boil.

Her anger and resolve sparking, Asako took the beast in human form that was in her hand, and locked shackles around her ankles leaving her hanging upside down.

"Hey what are doing to me! Let me go!" she struggled.

Asako cared not.

A quick slice to her neck, followed by an impromptu shower in her own blood, and she gurgled weakly as her life left her.

Turning, Asako gestured to Zayd and Macour, then left this den of pain and suffering with the rescued children.

It wouldn't be until a week later that the members of Night Raid would discover the remains of the New-Hasashin's first assassination mission.

That is it for the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed. More will come soon.