The lovely miss Sunday Pontiac

It was cold. Very cold, but that was not the important thing. I woke up in a dark place and was covered with an old cloth. Looking around I realized that my suspicion was coming true. I came back to life, but this was not my life; It was Dian's.

The night before it had rained and there was a bucket of water near the window. Looking at my face, I looked very young, too young for my liking. Maybe I was only 5 or 6 years old, and if I was, there would be nothing to stop me.

Dian no longer exists and as payment, I should give her back what she lost. I did not believe it possible for Moonchild's seal to resonate on her deathbed to fulfill our wish.

Until now everything was adrift but no more. I know what will happen in the future and with that in my favor I know how to move forward. First you have to remove the stones to pave the way.

Having toured this garbage dump, gave me the opportunity to get to know the mansion better than the owner himself. I went to the secret passage behind the garden. Moving the hand of the goddess Stelle statue counterclockwise, the granite block opened. The corridor led me straight to the office, the apartments of the dukes and their sons.

-How will they whip each other in pain when they realize they were robbed ... hahaha.-

I got to the duchess's room first and entered through the fireplace. I took a bag and began to fill it with jewelry and other valuables. I had to take advantage of the fact that that bitch was with the bastard of her husband, to loot her bedroom.

-The restrained duchess will cry when she does not find her jewelry. Miserable bitch-

I went back to the passage and continued with the looting schedule. The next was the stupid daughter, Lucia .. oh little leech I need your clothes to show off to others. She had fancy and quirky outfits but none of them were to my personal taste but what am I going to do with her.

The young master would not be saved either. His beautiful crossbow and his rifle would be mine.

When I finished putting away the ammunition, I headed for the office. What I was most interested in in the past was before me. The bonds, contracts and titles of the mines and fiscal lands that he obtained through bribes, extortion and threats now belong to me.

No door will stand in my way and there will be no worthy rival to stand up to me with this from my side. Save everything for my flight to salvation, I can only wait.

Looking at the moon and standing under the cold I declared my goal.

- I, "Bloody Sunday" Pontiac, from now on I'm going to do whatever I want-

**

Dawn dawned and I waited for the scoundrel Sofy to finish her off. Tonight, under the cover of darkness I will disappear from the public eye.

The mare has come to graze and with a smile I received her.

-Why didn't you clean damn useless! Today it's going to snow and you didn't pick up the wood for the fireplace either-

Oh, here it comes again ... too bad.

-Ahhhh !!! -

A hideous scream was heard. You like to hurt but not to be hurt huh ?!

-Little scum! ... Why did you attack me? -

It was just a small dagger through her hand and she already started crying.

-Pathetic. I think ... I should give you more reasons to cry, don't you think?

When she was going to grab my head I jumped over and stuck the knife in her neck. I'm not going to let you screw up my plan.

Sofy started to bleed out and looked at me confused.

-Come on, get up or did the cat eat your tongue? Ahh, what do you want me to give you that? -

Stab after stab I retaliated for the anger that I had inside me. I spent years watching Dian suffer and it was time to charge this bitch for her treatment.

-Never ... do you hear me? never again .. hahaha hahaha-

An almost psychopathic laugh echoed through the room. The first victim has fallen cleanly, it remains to adapt the atmosphere for the guests at the party.

Sunday was drenched in blood and she was staring into space, enjoying her work. She had been nicknamed "Loren's Butcher" for her bloody and merciless labors, as a mercenary and a hired assassin.

She never left any victim alive and she did not forgive anyone who dared to betray her. Many feared and respected her, due to her inexhaustible thirst for blood for those sworn enemies, such as her family, whom she murdered in order to obtain the position of Grand Master and rise to the title of the assassins' guild.

Although they saw her as unhinged, she was the opposite. The killings were mostly justified. Her parents hated her and wanted to sell her to royalty or the temple after she manifested the lunar compass. Her cousins ​​and her brothers tried to abuse her countless times while her uncles and grandparents concocted how to eliminate her.

Tired, she reached the point of no return. While everyone slept, she took the opportunity to stab her siblings, hang her cousins, pepper her parents, and set fire to the mansion where her grandparents and uncles lived.

With the dog dead the rage ended and her relatives died, there was no one who knew about her power. She changed her last name to be able to stand out more at the time of being named and her reputation as a bloody woman spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of other guilds and institutions. But her glory wouldn't go that far. Her right hand and her confidant ended up betraying her.

He came in at night and shot her in the head when her back was turned. For Sunday, that action was more cowardly and unforgivable than anything else. She swore, that she would search for the ancestors of the cursed one who executed her and eliminate them from the face of the earth.

None of her enemies would stand up, all would be amputated and then purged by her hand. Today she would start with Sofy, but then she would advance further.

She bathed and got ready to go to the kitchen. Her perfect excuse was that her aunt broke down and she had to bring him her food. The maids looked at her with disgust, but that was part of her plan.

She had lunch, a snack, and had an early dinner. After bathing with the best soaps and perfumes, she dressed as a simple commoner. She grabbed the can of fuel and spilled it on the corpse on the bed. She sprinkled the liquid in and out of the hut and tank, left more cans inside and waited a bit, before tossing a lit match.

The hut caught fire and Sunday headed for the secret passage out of the mansion.

A very loud throne explosion, causing all the employees to rush out to see what was happening. They encountered a fateful event, which for the next day would be classified as a fatal accident with a balance of 2 deaths.

**

Sunday was having a quiet breakfast in the VIP car of the train. She had been traveling for several weeks looking for business opportunities. Despite being small, she carried a lot of money and with it, she had bought several men from the slums to be her escorts and to travel safely to Loren. The train employee served breakfast and she did not skimp on pampering her guards to keep them in her palm for a while.

Everyone on the train was looking at a kind girl, very educated and well educated in various subjects. Her white skin was porcelain, her red eyes looked like rubies, and her sweet smile mesmerized anyone.

But behind that facade ...

The lovely Miss Sunday Pontiac had returned and she was very angry. The lovely Miss Sunday Pontiac was looking for revenge.