The Devil
November 1, 2045
Grace Field House
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"Asia, listen... This place is a plantation, and we are the goods. I want you to leave this place, I want you to come with us, your family, and live happily." Emma, a young fair-skinned girl with light orange hair and oval green eyes, says in a resolute voice with determination in her eyes while gripping Ana's shoulders firmly.
"I refuse!" Anastasia, also known as Asia, replies without a single emotion on her face.
"Why?" Emma whines in exasperation while removing her hands from Ana's shoulders.
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19 July, Friday, 2019
Tokyo, Japan
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A young man in an office attire consisting of jacket suit is sitting on a complete black, luxurious, revolving office armchair. He cocks his head to the right side while resting his chin above his hand as if in deep thought. He's sitting in a pretty decent office. White marble floor, black curtains that allow the evening sunlight to come faintly through the glass wall behind the man, a black and white decorative ceiling, a gray L-shaped office desk in front of the man with papers piled up neatly along with a laptop, three white office task chairs lined in a row in front of the desk, and gray furnished walls.
The young man presses his lips in a hard line before staring in the eyes a person who is sitting in front of him on the middle office task chair.
The young man, also known as Yoshiaki Sasaki, flashes a professional smile at the person in front of him. The said person has some beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, even though the office is fully air conditioned. Some slurping sounds can also be heard from beneath the office desk.
Bringing out his right hand near the pile of papers, Yoshiaki picks the ones at the top and puts them down on the desk in front of the person. He also brings out a pen from his breast pocket and places it alongside the papers.
"Yamada-san, looks like we have to stop here. Please sign on these papers." Yoshiaki hums, after glancing over his watch.
"A-Ah Yes." Yamada replies before picking up the pen. He looks at Yoshiaki with a worried expression. Yoshiaki just nods at him while giving him a light smile, assuring that nothing will go wrong.
Yamada, in response to Yoshiaki's antics shakes his head, as if saying - The whole company will be counting on you.
Sighing, Yamada signs on the papers and stands up, "I'll be taking your pen. You really worried us."
"Yeah Sure." Yoshiaki chuckles lightly. Yamada turns around and proceeds to reach the door. Before he opened it, he looked towards Yoshiaki with a saddened expression before sighing, "I'll be taking my leave..."
As soon as Yamada leaves through the translucent glass door, Yoshiaki loosens his tie and stretches his back before standing up. He removes his blazer and throws it on his armchair. After he stands up, he nears the gray couch, in front of the wall he was facing before, and sits on it.
Soon after, a buxom black haired woman, with breathtaking beauty and sultry lips walks towards Yoshiaki while swaying her hips.
The woman has a black choker around her neck and is wearing a black lace bra and lingerie.
She looks passionately towards Yoshiaki with a horny look in her eyes and says in a very charming voice, "Master, why don't you let this little slut pleasure you?"
She wraps her arms around Yoshiaki's neck and sits on his lap. She looks into his eyes with a passionate gaze and suddenly presses her lips against his'.
Sometime later...
The woman unzips Yoshiaki's pants. Seeing his erect cock, she smirks a little and takes his hard member in her mouth. She licks the tip of his dick and takes the head slowly in her mouth, making it even harder. She slowly takes half of his cock in her mouth, starting to roll her pink wet tongue around his dick. As soon as she starts to suck it, Yoshiaki feels the satisfaction he wanted. The feeling when her long slippery tongue moves around his cock makes him even more aroused.
When she begins to bob her head up and down, Yoshiaki pulls her head closer to his crotch. As soon as Yoshiaki is close to cumming, the woman moves her head a little back and plants a kiss on the tip of his cock. Yoshiaki grunts a little. His dick is covered with her oral fluids and he is ready to cum. The feeling of pleasure dying is quite unpleasant.
Meanwhile Yoshiaki wears an unsatisfied expression on his handsome face, she turns around and bends over, jiggling her round sexy ass towards Yoshiaki's direction. She grips her ass with her hands and says, "Master, please fill this little bitch's pussy with your cum."
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Yoshiaki stretches his back in his revolving chair. It was a tiring day after all. The woman he just had sex with was actually a police officer. She had found out that the company deals in drugs while wearing a facade of an electronics company. She said that she has all the proofs against the company and will throw the people involved behind the bars. That was until she saw Yoshiaki.
After meeting him, she became flustered and started fidgeting. Yoshiaki somehow convinced her to come to his office and have a brief chat with him. After an hour of awkward silence, she said that she won't let a word out until she gets to 'service' Yoshiaki. She was quite an idiot, or maybe an airhead?
She practically threw her responsibility out of the window just to get the 'D'.
Well, Yoshiaki has to complete his night duty now. He lets out a sigh before taking his car's keys from his desk's drawer and standing up. He wears his blazer and exits his office. He reaches the ground floor and informs the receptionist about his departure.
Reaching the parking lot, he enters his car - Acura NSX. Starting it, he drives off to somewhere. After all, he has a person or two to assassinate tonight.
That's right. He is an assassin as well as a CEO of a company. People consider him a genius. After all, becoming one of the youngest CEO's of an international company at such a young age is indeed, a great feat. But to him, it doesn't matter at all. All he wants is to live a comfortable life with no problems.
However, right now his utmost desire is to complete his last assassination assignment and perhaps sleep the rest of the night in silence, on his soft bed in his large mansion. Tommorow he has a flight to Italy after all.
He stops his car in front of a restroom. He picks up a polythene bag and exits his car. He enters the restroom and locks it from inside. He bring out a pair of gloves, mask, a pair of attachable outsoles and a vial of maybe perfume.
He is a modern day assassin after all. Modern days assassins aren't those suspicious looking people who lurk in the dark and wear a hoodie to keep their identity a secret. Most of the assassins are related with the secret assassination society. They live among normal people and blend in the crowd so that they don't seem suspicious.
On a second thought, he could easily dispose off of the female police officer. In fact, it'd be a piece of cake for him. He could make it look like an accident and no one would even suspect him or people working in his company. Well, he had a good time with her. Also, it doesn't looks like she will say anything to the authorities. But still, he should kill her soon. Or else, he could simply marry her or make her his personal slut. She was quite a beauty. Nah. He will just kill her later. Marriage is a drag. And she'll just be a big bother if he makes her his personal bitch. There are other options too, but killing is just a lot easier.
He wears his mask and the pair of gloves. Wearing the attachable outsoles, he changes his scent with the help of the perfume. Now, Yoshiaki fully equipped, brings out his smartphone from his pocket and glances over the names, addresses and other important information of his targets. He has to kill two persons tonight. One is in an abandoned apartment while the other one is having a sexual intercourse with someone in a car. Both of them are within the radius of about three hundred metres around the restroom.
Yoshiaki comes out of the restroom and looks around with his sharp eyes. His car is now gone. His car has been taken away by his personal assassination assistant. There are no CCTV's or people who may become witnesses of today's assignment. Even if there were people, they wouldn't be able to notice him. After all, he isn't one of the best assassins for nothing. He has been doing this work for twenty years after all.
After confirming the locations, Yoshiaki starts to walk towards an old apartment. On the way, he notices a shaking car. It was a van though. Maybe the information was a wrong? That must be the case as there is no other vehicle in his vicinity. One of his targets is in the van. The van is locked from inside. The air conditioner is also on. Yoshiaki pulls out a paper from his pocket and lights it up with his cigarette lighter that was kept in his shirt's pocket. Even though he doesn't take drugs, he keeps these kind of things just in case. Who knows when he may need them.
Yoshiaki bends down and picks up a pebble. Wrapping the paper around it, he throws it on the top of the van. Because of the was he threw it, there was no noise made. The people in heat in the van won't even notice it. The paper wasn't any ordinary paper. It was a sticky paper bomb. It has now been sticked to the van and will probably explode in about ten minutes or so.
Yoshiaki reaches the apartment and simply opens the door without making any sound. It is a pretty shabby apartment with everything covered in dust. There are spider nets on the wall corners with lizards crawling on the wall near it.
Who would want to ever live here, Yoshiaki wanted to say.
However, the person who lives here was fired from his job about six years ago, in 2013. He had a young daughter who suddenly fell pretty sick. He did not come to the office for a week or so as he had to take care of her. Apparently, his wife was dead since 2003. She died after giving birth to her daughter. After getting fired, the man murdered the HR manager of his company by pushing him in front of a train. The man somehow got away from the authorities after the murder of the manager and got into hiding after his daughter's death.
According to the data given to Yoshiaki, this man has some important information about the assassination society. If the information goes out, the society would have to deal with some insignificant pests who may bother it. Besides, the assassins have better things to do.
Closing his eyes, Yoshiaki tries to feel the presence of people in this apartment. It was one of the basic techniques taught to a new assassin.
There is a single person, ten metres from Yoshiaki's position in the right direction.
Stealthily walking towards the target, Yoshiaki brings out a small knife from his breast pocket. He grips it in his right hand. The target is pretty fat. He has dark circles under his eyes and his mouth is drooling. He is just wearing his undergarments. He is sitting on a dusty sofa, his eyes staring towards the direction of where television is kept. Though, there was no signal on the television. The nostalgic grainy sound effect and gray screen was presenting itself on the TV.
'Ahh! That brings back old memories. Looks like this fatty doesn't know what is happening in the world outside.'
It has been twenty seconds since Yoshiaki entered this man's apartment and the man hasn't even bothered to notice Yoshiaki.
Yoshiaki comes near the man, standing behind him. He holds the man's face with his cold glove clad hands. The man does not react, even after feeling the coldness of Yoshiaki's hands. The man's breathing is normal and his pulse is calm too. Sighing, Yoshiaki slits the man's throat in a split second. The cut was very clean. There was not a single drop of blood on his knife. He puts the knife back to its location. The job is finally completed. But Yoshiaki isn't feeling satisfied. His last assignment was just too easy. He even resorted to the old way of killing the targets. But still, the man didn't even get scared.
He picks up the kitchen knife that was beside the man on the sofa.
Gripping it in his hand, he stabs the man multiple times in his chest. Man's crimson warm blood oozes out of the his throat and chest.
Yoshiaki then finally stabs the man in his head and lets the knife be there.
Moving back, he brings out a vial filled with a certain chemical, from his pant's pocket and pours its contents onto the man's eyes, into the man's nose and ears, and finally inside his mouth.
Holding the man's face with his gloved hand, he lets out an eye smile and says, "Ciao~"
He was finally feeling some satisfaction. Yoshiaki proceeds to leave this apartment. But before approaching the door, he writes on the wall with his finger - SEE, I MADE YOUR JOB EASIER!
His writing is visible because the walls are completely covered in dust.
It would be pretty fun to annoy the authorities, no? But it's highly unlikely that they'd even bother to come here in the first place. Hmm. They'll come. After all, an explosion will happen soon. A miserable pregnant call girl and an ugly middle aged salarman will die in the explosion after all. This topic will be pretty popular for quite some time.
Opening the door, he exits the apartment. Yoshiaki finds a taxi in front of him. He removes the attachable outsoles. Nodding to the driver, he opens the door and steps inside. He glances out of the window and and sees the outsoles burning. He places his hands behind his head and closes his eyes.
His last assassination was pretty uneventful. Maybe it could've been pretty fun if he took a little bit longer. He completed the given assignment in just a timespan of about two minutes.
Hah! In his life of twenty seven years, he has never felt so relieved. Now, all he has to do is live a comfortable life.
"Feeling good, aren't cha?" The driver suddenly says, breaking the silence between them. However, the situation that happened now was pretty unusual. This driver has a lower position than Yoshiaki. He cannot just speak anything. The situation was just like a beggar demanding gold coins from the king. The assassination society works like this after all. Well, Yoshiaki will let it pass this time. He opens his eyes and stares at the night sky. It sure is late, huh?
"Hey, I just talked to you." The driver says again, albeit a little louder and with a hint of anger in his voice.
Yoshiaki, in response just rolls his eyes. He will make sure to eliminate this insolent driver. He notices the driver smirking before feeling a great pain in his chest. He grips his chest and gasps. He feels like throwing up but there's something preventing it. The burning sensation in his chest is pretty damn painful. As he's trying his best at breathing normally, everything around him starts spinning. He feels as if his heart has been pierced over and over by several needles.
Suddenly, Yoshiaki feels stiffness in his muscles. No, stiffness is an understatement. His body has stopped moving all of a sudden. Surprisingly, all his pain has gone away as if it was never there. His mind is calm, unlike before. Instead of panicking, he decided to observe what is happening.
He glances outside and sees that everything has suddenly... Stopped? He can also move his eyes but everything else is stopped.
The birds have stopped moving. The wind has stopped blowing. The current of the water flowing in the river, under the bridge, has also stopped. Everything is at complete rest.
"Hmm. I wonder why are people succumbing to the evil." Yoshiaki hears a majestic voice
What is this voice? What does it want? Many questions were hovering in Yoshiaki's mind.
The best possibilities of the current situation are:
1. All of the assassination was a dream and he never woke up from the nap after having sex with the woman officer.
2. He is unconscious and is currently in a dream like state.
3. This is a hallucination before death.
Trying his best to comprehend the situation, he thinks about the driver's smirk. That was the start of it all. After that, he suddenly started feeling that pain in his chest. Maybe it was a heart attack or perhaps a stroke? But it sounds too unrealistic. Yoshiaki had a health check-up just a day before. The driver may be hired to kill him. Yes. That sounds possible.
Yoshiaki let his guard down. So it was to be expected. The driver could have been sent by an enemy or by the assassination society. The latter would fear that Yoshiaki would let out the information. Besides, he was of no use to the society.
"Ahh. Just why don't you guys live peaceful lives? Don't you mortals wish to achieve Nirvana?" The same voice resounds.
Just what is this voice? What situation was Yoshiaki in?
"For who I am, I am someone whom you would call God. The supreme existence in the Omniverse and everyone's salvation. I wish to know why you murdered people in such a great number." The voice echoes again.
'Hm? Never did I think that I would ever get such ridiculous hallucinations.'
"Boy, I am God. Don't think of me as a mere hallucination."
'I refuse to believe in the God's existence.'
"Ugh. Just tell me already. I have other souls to reincarnate. I'm pretty tired after this continuous work." The self proclaimed god says in an angry voice.
'Hm. I have one thing clear. You aren't God. Maybe a devil? No. If you were one, you wouldn't be reincarnating these 'souls'. According to me, you can be called something as Existence X. But because it looks like you have sentience and a personality that acts on emotions, you're a Being X.'
"Damn! Just why do these people call me Being X!? I'm no being X! A few years back that damned salaryman and now you!?"
'See? You're a being. You are currently acting solely on your emotions. You are no God. Also, you said that you are tired of reincarnating those 'souls'. If you were the 'supreme existence' as you describe yourself as, why is this happening? Why are you tired? It may be possible that you are nothing but a being with a god complex who doesn't know about the existence of its superiors.'
"Boy, you do realise whom you're talking to, no? Maybe I should just throw you into hell for eternity."
'Hmm. You're the Devil. Now that's confirmed.'
"Insolence! Face the wrath that the other one of your cult faced–"
'What cult? You are telling that atheism is a cult? No. It isn't a cult or something similar. It's just a rational idea which prevents us from becoming an idiot who clings to God.'
"You're the same as him. Tell me. Why don't you want to achieve Nirvana?" The self proclaimed god says, irritated.
'Again with that topic? Nirvana doesn't exist. Afterlife doesn't exist. You don't exist. All of this is just my imagination. Besides, in this modern world where everyone is given the basic rights to climb the ladder of success, who would want to believe in God? The only ones who will are the ones who have been told to believe in God since their childhood or the ones who don't want to work hard. But because there are still some differences in gender, nationality and caste, me being a japanese male was a cherry on top of the cake which allowed me into assassination society.'
"You are a bit different from him. How about this? How about I throw you into a world where you will be given no rights you speak of? How about I take away your manhood? How about I take away all of your skills and knowledge of assassination? If you succeed in living there and dying of only natural causes, I won't throw you into hell for eternity. Remember, if you die of any other causes, you will get punished for your sins." The Devil says, with some annoyance in his voice.
'Wha—'
Before Yoshiaki can comprehend anything, everything around him starts moving and he feels the acute pain in his chest. He feels the heartache for the last time before losing consciousness.
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Previously known as Yoshiaki Sasaki, 'it' has long lost 'its' body, 'its' identity as a man, and 'its' pride as an assassin. 'It' doesn't know how much time has passed. 'It' felt a pleasurable sensation, filled with tenderness and passion. The feeling provided 'it' with comfort. 'It' felt that 'it' belonged there. But there was something, that was restraining 'it' to attain the feeling fully.
Then, for some unknown reason, 'it' felt nothing. Everything 'it' had went numb. There was no sensation, no pain, there was nothing. At last, 'it' felt the same sense of pleasure and assurance. No. The sensation was different. The feeling was a lot less pleasurable and a lot more painful. But at least 'it' could feel something.
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August 7, 2038
Grace field house
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"Ahh! Oh my dear little Anastasia, don't you want to grow up to be a healthy little girl? Here! Eat up, darling!" 'It' sees a woman cooing while pushing something in 'its' mouth.
Looks like 'it' is confused. 'It' starts to frantically search for something. But the woman was bugging 'it'. 'It' had other things to do. At last 'it' gives in and starts crying loudly. 'Its' wails fills the room. Seeing 'it' struggling, the woman carries 'it' and starts to sing a lullaby. Her effort makes 'it' a little quiet.
Feeling a tugging sensation, the woman bends down on her knees, with 'it' in her hands. She sees two young children.
"Mama! Let me see the baby!" The child with orange hair says loudly.
"Emma, what if you accidently drop Anastasia?" The woman says while ruffling Emma's hair with her free hand.
"Mama, we will take care of the baby!" Emma says, making the child with white hair chuckle a little.
"No. You yourself are so small. You won't be able to take care of Anastasia yet. And also, she's a girl." The woman says, while standing up. She notices that Anastasia has fallen asleep. She starts to walk towards somewhere, away from the two children.
"Humph! I'm four already! Mama!" Emma whines while the white haired child grips her shoulders and says, "Hey! Don't sweat it! Let's go play!"