~At An Unknown To YOU Alien Planet~Night~
The scene shows a cyberpunk-type of planet, covered by the dark of the night, but at a certain town the lights and people don't really sleep, as they can be seen around having a big party all around and pretty much the time of their lives, and of course all that under the constant watchful eyes of the devilukian guards, stationed there most certainly under the orders of King Ion himself. But under that specific town, and we mean real deep down, a complex of caverns reinforced by metal and pipes exist, with many different seemingly unruly characters traversing through them, sitting about, and others at different places there even shown to be bandaged and injured. Lots of them. Humans, humanoids, aliens in general, name it, it is down there. The scene then follows a huge bald man with a long goatee walking in one of the many caverns, before reaching a metallic door in front of him, which he knocks three times.
Voice From The Other Side Of The Door: Password?
Long Goatee Hugeman: Trick question.
After saying that, the door opens, showing a miniscule brown fur-covered crooked man, with a snout that gives him overall a rat-like appearance. He is also wearing a brown hoodie.
Rat Hoodman: Get in. Boss has been expecting you.
The huge man crouches and gets inside through the door, going afterward through a large brown cloth that shows a large round table, with some criminal-looking characters already seated around it.
The first one [A mean-looking myscly man with dark green skin and metal armor covering some parts of his body, and with a red metal jaw in place of his actual one.]
The second one [A calm-looking man with pale skin that wears dark robes, and with two notable pointy teeth poking out of his mouth downward.]
The third one [A man that also has pale skin, but his wardrobe resembles that of a pirate captain, with the hat, the eyepatch and all, and who is looking at each one in the room suspiciously.]
The forth one [A wild-looking man who is dressed with little to no armor/clothes, with braided mustache and beard, and having tribal-looking paint all over his body.]
The fifth one [An emotionless man who appears to be half man/half robot, most notably half his face, and who appears to wear something similar to what a pharaoh would use as style.]
And finally, the sixth one, who is in the middle among all those characters, and most likely the boss [A sinister-looking man that wears purple and dark purple armor and clothing, thin but with seemingly strong physique, and a somewhat pointy helmet.]
Gang Boss: You're here. Good. Take your seat.
The huge man takes his seat at the table, making the group now seven in total.
Gang Boss: So, everybody, how are things going for you lately?
Long Goatee Hugeman: Bad.
Redjaw Greenman: Bad.
Wild Tribalman: Bad
Pharaoh Cyberman: Bad.
Vampireman: Bad.
Pirateman: Re~al bad.
Gang Boss: *Sigh* Same here, pretty much. You know, every single one of us maybe had it tough in the past, but it was a LOT better than how things are now.
Pirateman: Tell me about it. I used to have three ships, sailing across space and hunting down the easiest, insignificant, but with overall good wealth for us to loot, targets. *Frustrated* Now I have only one, which is under heavy need for repairs, not to mention that its crew numbers was cut in half after that seemingly safe attack at that trade scaceship. Them devilukian spacedogs came out of nowhere! We barely escaped with our lives...
Vampireman: *Frustrated* You think that's bad, mortal? I was sleeping within my coffin when they came at my castle just the previous day. My servants were no much for them, and my castle was demolished by their explosives soon after! I lost the roof above my head, my servants, my grand plans for secret domination over that planet and its trades, everything!
Pharaoh Cyberman: *Frustrated* Want to actually hear bad? I was preparing my whole life to take back the throne that was rightfully mine, gathering recourses in secret and recruiting capable soldiers. And then that new king appeared out of nowhere and demanded that I stop, calling my right "a liars dream". The audacity! And like that was not enough, before the fight even begins as I was giving my grand speech to my army, an explosion occurred right between me and my men. What I remember after that as I was gaining some of my consciousness, was my men running away as they were being pursued by the pretender of a king's army, before I lose consciousness again. The very reason I am now half machine as you can obviously see.
Wild Tribalman: *Frustrated* He hated our sacrificial rituals to our gods that demanded them, and lost most of my tribe because of him!
Redjaw Greenman: *Frustrated* He slaughtered all of my boys because he didn't like our constant attempts in fights AND slaughter!
Long Goatee Hugeman: *Frustrated* He killed my brethren because we we wanted to eat the smaller people!
Gang Boss: And I had an entire criminal empire with everything you can imagine, only to lose most of it due to his constant meddling, and here we all are now, trying to survive with bits.
Everyone but the Gang Boss strikes the sturdy table with a fist.
Pirateman: *Upset* I want my booty!
Vampireman: *Upset* I want everything I lost back!
Pharaoh Cyberman: *Upset* I want my birthright!
Wild Tribalman: *Upset* I want my gods' satisfaction!
Redjaw Greenman: *Upset* Fights! Fights! Fights!
Long Goatee Hugeman: *Upset* Meat! Meat! People meat!
Gang Boss: Settle down, settle down.
Everyone settles down, but are obviously still very frustrated about their case each.
Gang Bosd: Don't you worry now, my friends. After thinking carefully about it, I have found the solution to all of our problems.
Everyone's surprised attention is now at him.
Pharaoh Cyberman: Really? And what solution that is?
Gang Boss: *Smirk* Let's say that I have invited just the perfect man for the job, and who will bring an end to this in only one night.
In the meantime, a scene follows from behind a man with messy black hair, who's wearing a black overcoat, and a black collar around his neck, as he passes past many characters through the caverns, who once they notice him move out of the way scared, obviously knowing who he is enough to not want to mess with. Once he reaches the known metallic door, he knocks, with the Ratman behind it hearing it and going close to it.
Ratman: Password?
?: Trick question.
The Ratman opens the door, and once he takes a look at who the man is, he is shocked, and then immediately runs like hell away, and past the big cloth where the criminal gang is, drawing their attention, before hiding behind his boss's chair.
Ratman: *Real Scared* H-He... He...!
The sound of the cloth being moved catch their ears, and turn their attention to the emotionless man standing there with the yellow eyes and black clothing, the one who carries the famous orichalcum pistols by his sides, and who is the most notorious man of his class... Kuro. The most well known assassin in the entire universe.
Gang Boss: *Smile* Aah, Kuro, the greatest assassin and bounty hunter to ever exist. And I was just talking about you. *Checks His Watch* And right on time like it was scheduled too.* *Pleased* Nice.
The rest of the gang look at each other and nod while smiling evily, understanding the idea and totally agreeing with it.
Kuro: Who is my target?
Gang Boss: *Smirk* Straight to business, eh? I like it. Now before I give you the target's name, know that your payment will be just as agreed. A large sum of gold and more that I am keeping in a secret location for some time now.
The gang looks at their boss surprised.
Pirateman: *Upset* You had treasures hidden all this time?!
Gang Boss: *Serious* Don't look at me like that! Those were for a case of emergency. And that's now as you can see. *To Kuro* So anyway, I'll give you your target's name now, and then we can proceed with the signing of your contract.
Kuro nods at that, and waits for the Gang Boss to speak, who is now smiling in the most sinister way possible.
Gang Boss: *Sinister Smile* Kuro the assassin, your target will be... The king of Deviluke himself. Ionas Dardanidis!
Kuro doesn't react to that, and then closes his eyes for a few seconds.
Kuro: ... Very well. *Opens Eyes* I'll take care of this just as agreed.
~Some Time Later~At Deviluke's Palace~Night~
The scene shows Ion inside his throne room, sitting upon his throne and with a table in front of him, filled with paperwork, as he takes his time reading a paper that he holds in one hand, with the fist of his other arm being placed upon his cheek while the elbow is placed upon the table's surface for support.
Ionas: I'm bored...
The sound of his doors opening catches the king's attention, and he sees pushing them to the side none other than Kuro, who's now looking at him.
Ionas: ... *Straightens Up On His Seat* *Smile* Well, well, if it isn't the famous Kuro. Your fame precedes you.
Kuro: King of Deviluke, Ion.
Kuro begins walking calmly toward Ion.
Ionas: That's me alright. So tell me, what brings you here this night. Would you like nice cup of coffee and a seat as we have a friendly talk about it?
Kuro stops some meters in front of the table, not taking his eyes off Ion.
Kuro: I am not here to chat about.
Kuro moves his hand toward his waist and over one of his two famous guns is, but then he suddenly moves it a bit farther where he picks what appears to be an advanced-looking black flip phone, which he opens, presses a few buttons, and aims its screen toward the floor in front of him, where a big dark brown sack appears from it and placed onto the said floor. Kuro then places his special phone back where he took it, and kicks the sack down, making it spill out its content, which is revealed to be the gang members' and their boss's severed head from his previous meeting.
Ionas: That's too bad, cause I could use a small distraction from my current chore.
Kuro: These are the heads of the men who wanted to purchase my services to assassinate you. They belonged to a small criminal organization, with every single member being dealt with as well.
Ionas: *Smirk* Like our little agreement of a contract dictates. *Big Grin* Just as planned. *Evil Chuckling*
Kuro stays emotionless as Ion's laugh slowly comes to a stop.
Ionas: Anyway, like usual you'll receive your payment at my secret agency. Just make sure that no one else sees you, so we can keep your services to Deviluke as effective and secret as possible. As always.
Kuro: Of course.
Ionas: You know, I didn't really expect this whole "assassination contract" to work so well. So much as you actually agreeing to it.
Kuro: The contract is clear. I assassinate those who attempt to hire me to assassinate you, I bring you their heads as proof like you asked me to, and I get paid.
Ionas: Don't forget the part where it says that the contract is in use for as long as I pay you for each head. And considering how prosperous our economy is currently, that's for life. Quite the expensive investment, but I get an extra burden off my head. I've made that contract especially for you you know, since I know how serious you're about your work so I can trust you with a bizarre contract like this, but tell me, how come and you agreed to a life long contract like this? I mean, you know you can't legally break it while I keep on paying for your services in accordance to it.
Kuro: I know. But, I found the fact that a ruler such as yourself required my services in a unique way like this quite... Interesting.
Ionas: *Raises An Eyebrow* No homo?
Kuro: No homo.
Ionas: *Relieved* Oh, thank God.
Kuro turns his back on Ion, but still looks at him.
Kuro: In any case, I'm an assassin. Fulfilling a contract is my purpose. Even if that contract is as you say, "for life".
By saying that, Kuro begins to walk toward the exit.
Ionas: *Smile* Yeah, but admit it. You must also find funny the fact that they try to hire you to end me, only for them to realize soon after that someone else, unknown to them that it's me, has already hired you to end THEM.
Kuro stops right in front of the big doors.
Kuro: You know what?
He then turns a bit to look at Ion, showing the usually emotionless assassin with a small smile on his face.
Kuro: *Small Smile* It is, kinda. The irony of it.
At the sound of that, Ion begins to chuckle amused, which slowly turns into a loud and somewhat evil laughing, as Kuro turns around again to walk out of the throne room, leaving the still laughing king alone as the doors close behind him. When Ion eventually stops laughing, he stays motionless like that for a few second.
Ionas: ... *Sighs As He Lowers His Head* Now back to work.
He lifts the piece of paper from the table, and starts reading it again, continuing his previous duty.
[To Be Continued]