Dante Lawton (Reaper)
"Slade, can you just calm down for a sec?" Slade didn't seem to pay my words much mind as he attacked immediately and without hesitation, stepping back I avoided his blade my mere inches, my eyes following his blade as it passed dangerously close to my face,
"Nice sword." It really was, I didn't recognize its materials but I knew a masterpiece when I saw one, it was probably the finest weapon I had ever seen.
He was fast, attacking violently with a terrifying ferocity, rage in every movement as he tried his best to end my life.
A growl escaped Deathstroke's mouth as he stepped forward another slash of his sword missing by inches before turning into a high kick I ducked beneath, delivering a swift punch to Slade's face, it was hard, twisting Slade's head in a way that would leave neck injuries on any normal human.
But Deathstroke was no normal man and he only seemed to get angrier, his movements accelerating as he attempted to cut me to pieces.
I evaded casually, not really taking him seriously, the old Slade had never been this sloppy, there was no strategy in his movements, no plan, no intellect, I imagined the only thought to in his mind was that he wishes to kill me, his rage made him predictable and his ferocity made him uncontrolled.
The old Slade, before was marikuru had been an intelligent warrior, a strategic fighter who made an effort to conserve energy while dealing as much damage to his opponents as possible, he always operated to end any encounter as rapidly as possible, as any good assassin should.
This Slade wasn't even really trying to kill me, I was certainly he would, eventually, but at the moment he was only trying to cause me as much pain as possible, ignoring my vitals and aiming to puncture or slash my less important organs.
An arrow came from behind me and Slade caught it in one gloved hand inches from his face, his gaze tracing back to where Oliver stood, keeping his distance and sniping from afar.
"We aren't trying to kill him." I called loudly, dodging another of Slade's strikes easily, his next one aiming for my groin as I sighted, annoyance bubbling inside me.
"Dick move bro." I said, catching his leg and yanking it hard towards the sky, Slade showed impressive flexibility as I forced him into a fully splits, before quickly letting go before he could use his considerable strength to bring his leg back down at my, I stepped back as I said, "Ok, well maybe we are trying to kill him."
I dashed forwards, taking hold of his swinging arm, nearly stumbling as the force behind it before stepping outside the sword it swung and pulling it behind his back, my other hand brushed over the sword in his grasp, making it disappear into my inventory.
"I'm keeping this." I said as it vanished before twisting his arm and taking hold of his elbow joint, pulling sharply I braced my feet into the ground below as I used all the force my body could generate to snap his arm.
There was a sickening crunch and Slade let out a groan as he spun, taking advantage of his newly broken arm to twist all the way around, sending a kick with enough force to kill me towards my head which I dodged easily, stepping back once more
His arm hung limp to his side and he growled at me, "This isn't over."
My grin was bloodthirsty, "Of course it isn't over, I'm not done with you yet."
I pushed forward, evading his punch while moving to his now weaker side, delivering a hard stomp to the side of his knee, breaking the joint before taking hold of his broken arm and using it to block his punch, my feet slid along the ground at the power behind his fist as he shouted in rage and agony after shattering his own arm bone.
I pushed further while he was still distracted by the pain, swiftly stepping around him before repeating the same action, breaking his other led bone as he fell to the ground, I caught him in the face with a hard knee as he went down, and I felt his nose break beneath my strike.
It felt as though I had just attempted to put my knee through a brick wall, ouch.
He fell the the floor in his front gasping as though winded before letting out a bloodcurdling scream of rage, his voice cracking and his body writhing helplessly on the ground where he lay, defeated.
"Are you ready to have acivilizedconversation now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow brow and showing no pity.
I raised my hand, paying no mind to Oliver who was watching as a comfortable armchair appeared from my inventory, I took a seat and placed on leg over my knee as I waited for a reply.
"Oh, by the way, your payment." I tossed a few palm sized squares of card onto his still writhing body, each of them depicting a smiling Shadow on their face.
It wasn't particularly difficult to convince Slade to meet us here alone in Starling city's Central Park with an offer like that, Yeo Fei was a high levelled Chinese operative, there existed very few images of him and even fewer images of his daughter, Shadow.
These were only ones, pictures I had taken myself and were all I had to remember her by after we parted ways, well, there were only ones I had that I was willing to share anyway, Shadow probably wouldn't appreciate me sharing her nudes after all.
Slade's eyes seemed to come to life at the sight of them, lighting up as he grasped for the desperately, his rage fading as he handled the pictures as though they were the most valuable and precious thing this world had ever seen.
I frowned, Bitch Dependency was never a pleasant condition to witness, it could fuck with your friends, your health, and scary enoughevenyour money. Slade was a textbook example.
"Shadow…" He muttered almost reverently.
I sighed, "Shadow's still alive, she's a member of the league of assassins now."
Slade's head snapped to face me as I said in a wrathful tone. "You're lying! I burned her myself, I know she's dead! And I know who killed her."
His eyes trailed towards Oliver who had came to stand beside me as his voice got darker, laced with hatred as Oliver inspected my comfy armchair that I lounged in.
"I know," I answered, lowering my white hood and removing my mask, "I was there."
Through his mask I could see Slade's eyes clear slightly, his voice full of pain as he muttered. "Dante?"
"I'm the one who dug her up and took her to the Lazarus pit." I saw his eyes widen, hope blooming as I said, "She's still there now."
He looked as though he was struggling to believe it as he muttered, "Shadow… alive?"
I smirked, "Well not really, she's more like a slave, her life belongs to the league now after all."
If it was possible Slade's eyes seemed to fill with even more rage then before as he shouted, "Then I'llkillRas Al Goul!"
The rules of the League of assassins was simple, anyone could challenge Ras Al Goul, and he would almost always accept under the conditions that the loser would become his retainer after their deaths.
Slade knew the rules just as well as I did.
"You don't stand a chance against Ras." I pointed out calmly, Slade was one of the best warriors humanity had ever seen, and yet I had dismantled him easily without even really trying, I was better than Ras, but he was still the most difficult opponent I had ever faced.
Slade glared at me and his eyes seemed to turn red with rage as he said, "You will take me to Ras, and I will kill him.
Very few knew the location of the League of assassins, the Lazarus pit was a treasure all of humanity would go to war for after all.
I shrugged, "Ok."
What did I care of Slade got himself killed by Ras? I was heading there anyway and it sounded like my problems were going to take care of themselves.
I ignored Oliver's questions about shadow as I left, Slade was heavily injured after what I'd done to him to I left him in Oliver's tender care, we would be leaving for the League of assassins soon anyway, he could just ask her himself.
I walked down the street outside Laurel's apartment slowly, limping slightly, Deathstroke's face had really done a number on my knee, I should really get myself some metal pads to protect them in future.
Still it wasn't all for naught as I played with Slade's sword, inspecting the blade for a moment before placing it into my inventory.
[Added: 1 promethium sword (Depleted)]
A message from the system sounded, and another came as I removed it.
[Removed: 1 promethium sword (Depleted)]
I grinned, Slade had told me about this blade during our time on the island, back when he was slightly less insane. It was a Scottish blade, hundreds of years old, the first blade he had ever gotten, won in a poker game many years ago, the blade's name was Deathstroke.
At some point it had been imbued with Promethium, an incredibly valuable and potent metal which had two forms, one depleted and the other volatile, the depleted version was nearly indestructible, meaning there were very few things that could possibly scratch this blade, let alone block its strikes.
The volatile version was even more powerful however, it had the capacity to absorb, store and later unleash limitless amounts of energy.
Yes, it was incredibly overpowered.
'I want to make something with this.' I directed my thoughts towards the system, waiting for an answer.
[I'm listening.]
You can give materials of equal value right? So I want a set of dual swords, one with a blade of inactive promethium and another with a blade of active promethium.
I considered fashioning the sword into a gun, but honestly? A sword was just cooler.
The system took the sword and after a moment two more blades appeared inside my inventory.
I drew and inspected them, they held a similar shape to the Scottish war blade they had once been, but that was where the similarities ended, the artistic carvings that he run up the length of the old blade were nowhere to be seen, leaving a perfectly smooth and shining surface.
One of the blades was purest white, as though it had been formed from the finest marble while the other blade held a more silvery metallic colour, they were both incredibly light and blemishless, I let the silvery one, the one crafted from Depleted promethium slide across the stone sidewalk gently, it felt as though it were moving through butter as it cut into the stone and I quickly lifted it.
No need to devalue their home by damaging the street.
I smiled slightly at the thought, I hadn't been living with Laurel for long but I was already thinking of it as home, I knew it wasn't really the location that made it so. The fact Laurel lived there, the knowledge that she would be waiting for me was what made it home.
I supposed we were going to need a bigger place with three babies on the way, well Sarah wasn't pregnant yet, but I would get round to it at some point. Soon, all 7 of us would be living together, three babies, three mothers with me stuck in the middle, my smile grew, it would be a beautiful life.
I was definitely going to need a big house if I ever wanted to find any peace and quiet, between three women and three children if we were still living in this apartment by then i might have to use these blades to remove my ears entirely.
I yawned at the mere thought of it, I was exhausted, it had been a couple days since I had last slept. Not since before I had first seen Sarah and brought her home.
Oh right, Sarah, the assassins…
Right on time I heard a voice, "Dante Lawton."
I turned to make eye contact with the stern and emotionless looking Nyssa Al Goul, she held a bow and was wearing assassin's garb and looking damn good while doing it, the tight leather clung to her body, coming down into a short skirt which showed off her lovely thighs.
I grinned.
Nyssa took a step back, her face blank though I could see the fear within, as a trained assassin she knew how to hide her emotions, but it was useless on me, I knew her too long and my perspicacity was unmatched.
There was deep fear within her, she was terrified of me, but there was also an equally deep respect, she looked at me with a trembling reverence in his eye, it was the gaze one might carry whilst meeting the eyes of god.
It was the same way the League once looked as Ras Al Goul, they, she, had once thought him invincible and unmatched in his cunning and unrivalled in his skill, immortal and timeless he put the fear of god into their hearts.
I had shattered that, i, as the mere age of fifteen and put my blade through the neck of their god and slain him before dumping his corpse into the water's of the lazarus pit.
Now it was me they gazed at with such fear.
My grin widened and Nyssa froze like a deer in headlights, it was understandable, my grin had been a littlesadistic.
I approached her with firm and steady steps, they sounded loud in the quiet street and within moments I was before her, my arm wrapped around her small frame my hand reaching behind and taking firm hold of her ass, squeezing her rear roughly as I pulled her against my body.
I leaned in for a dominating kiss and she responded immediately, her mouth opened submissively as she presented her tongue for me to enjoy, her lips for soft and her mouth was sweet and I plundered that sweet mouth for all it was worth.
She must've been taking advantage of her time in America to have some sweets, I smirked, as I pulled back, her ass had gotten a little fatter too since the last time we met.
I gave it a crisp slap over her leather skirt, and her eyes widened in shock at the audacity as she let out a meek sounding squeak, torn between fear and arousal she was locked in place as I gave it another squeeze before my hand slipped beneath the black leather skirt to take a nice feel of her bare ass.
"Awe, and here I was ready to punish you for wearing panties." I said with false disappointment. "I guess it's a good thing you're such a submissive whore, isn't it?"
She bit her lip, trying to suppress her quiet moans as I played with her pussy out on the street, and probably in full view of her entire team.
My grin only got wider, I had to admit I was a little sadistic, I was enjoying seeing her squirm out in the open street, enjoying playing with her body without care of what she thought of it, Ienjoyedseeing her so uncomfortable, so helpless and powerless as I used her body.
Of course, I didn't like to kick puppies. I wouldn't do this with Laurel, because she was too cute to toy with like this, she was too much of a sweetheart, which was why I made her the mother of my first child.
Nyssa on the other hand was a cold blooded trained killer, she was dangerous, powerful, dignified, a princess.
I gave the dignified princess another firm spank, and I felt her jolt against me.
It was always fun to make the mean much uncomfortable.
A small moan escaped Nyssa's mouth and her eyes widened as I pushed my middle finger into her virgin pussy, untouched until now, she trembled in arousal and powerlessness, her eyes submissive and pleading as I played with her.
It was even more fun to make her enjoy it.
I my gaze became fierce as I stared down at her, my hand gripping her skirt and hiking it up over her waist and baring her ass to the world, I gave her another hard spank and I knew my handprint on her ass must've been shown to the world now.
Good, it would remind her of her place.
"Did you not hear my question?" My voice was calm, friendly even, and she trembled all the more as she met my gaze.
She looked away, lowering her head submissively as she answered, "Yes, M-master, it is a good thing that I'm such a submissive whore."
The fact she didn't believe it but was still willing to call herself a submissive whore for me made my cock twitch, rapidly coming to life as I pressed it against her.
How could she believe it? She was a virgin, not a whore, and she certainly wasn't submissive when she put her blades through the neck of her target, but despite that she was far too scared and aroused to deny my insults, her hips unconsciously leaned into the touch of my fingers as I continued to pump into her.
"Hmm, you've got my cock all hard now, don't you think it's your job to take responsibility?" She froze at my words, looking up at me with a mix of fear, indignation and arousal that I would ask such a thing while we were on a public street before that submissive look crossed her eyes again.
She tried to drop to her knees right there on the street, fully prepared to suck my cock until I was satisfied but I held her up by her ass, smirking.
"Your mouth is bitchy and boring, in fact I think it's best you just keep it closed from now on, you only really need it for eating and moaning like a whore, after all, any girl can suck my cock." Her pupils tightened as my smile grew, and she seemed to know what was coming as her thighs squeezed together in anticipation.
"What other girls can't give me is their virginity. What do you think? Should I take her tight little pussy right here on the street?" My voice was teasing as I continued. "Should I pump my cum into your fertility womb?"
She gulped, both excited and terrified of the prospect, i could see arousal and common sense at war in her eyes before she answered, "I'm supposed to save myself f-"
Slapping her ass I cut her off as I growled darkly in her ear, "Fuck your husband, I want to put mychildinto you."
Nothing would please me more than turning this deadly assassin princess into a housewife, swollen with my baby, conquered and happy to have been made into an obedient and loving mother.
She stared wide eyed at my passion filled words and for a moment she tried to stutter out a refusal before she hesitated, "O-ok."
She nodded and her trembling body seemed to relax as she's placed her arm around my neck, returning my embrace and melting into my body, clinging to me as through for warm despite the fact her body was warmer than my own.
Well, that answered that question.
Her once tense body relaxed as her conflict seemed to come to an end.
I forced her to choose, choose between me and her father, choose between the rules of the league that told her children were a weakness and my command, choose between her father who said she had to wait for her husband and me, who told her I wanted her right now here in the street.
I grinned, I guess she chose me.
"Good." I answered, and almost childlike happiness in my voice as I smiled down at her, "I'll be visiting the League tomorrow totakeyour father's blessing, oh and don't worry, I'll bring our sweet Sarah with me, alright?"
I didn't wait for an answer as I removed he hand from her ass, taking a moment to give her perky breasts from attention, the arched her back and stuck her chest out as I played with her tits before giving her a soft kiss goodbye.
"After I take her blessing I'll be taking you." There was such absolute certainty in my voice that she could do nothing but nod, "I trust you'll know what to wear."
The confused look in her eye was perfect and extremely cute as I turned and left towards Laurel's apartment without looking back, I could almost hear the question bouncing around her mind as I left without a second glance.
She was an assassin, the fuck did she know about clothes?
I wondered if she would pick something extra slutty, perhaps some handcuffs and nothing else?
The intriguing mysteries accompanied me into sleep as I took my place among my women in bed, Laurel, Thea, and Sarah who had already been sharing the large bed clung to me, keeping my warm as I drifted off to the land of dreams.