Eyes of piercingly cold red shook all those who met their gaze. These eyes transcended mortality, reaching a realm where command over life and death was absolute. They belonged to the leader of the Moonlit Hitman Agency, a figure whispered about in the dark corners of the universe—a specter whose presence struck terror into the hearts of bandits, criminals, and warlords alike.
The Moonlit Hitman Agency was infamous for its flawless success rate; no job ever ended in failure. Its name was whispered with fear, resonating across the cosmos like a curse. From backwater worlds to the glittering halls of galactic empires, the mere mention of this organization could freeze a conversation mid-sentence.
Led by a figure known only as Death Incarnate, Raven Hale, the agency's network of assassins took on contracts ranging from the mundane—targeting ruthless bandits and smugglers—to the otherworldly—eliminating rogue cultivators and galactic warlords. Each strike was a silent whisper in the void, and no one who was marked ever survived. But what made this agency truly terrifying was its members—the assassins, each with the eyes of an eerie crimson hue, a badge of honor that marked them as the best.
Eclaire Raven, one of the agency's most successful assassins, was known for her precision and speed. Her targets were taken out with surgical efficiency, each one meeting their end as if by the hand of a ghost. Yreu Raven, another top agent, was famed for his brutal efficiency in the field. His hits were swift and silent, leaving no trace of the slaughter behind him.
Rumors swirled about the agency—that it only took morally compromised targets—but these whispers were met with skepticism. The truth was far more morally grey. Raven Hale and his agents operated with unmatched precision and ruthlessness, becoming legends in the process. Raven Hale himself was a leader of unparalleled skill, guiding his agents with an unyielding hand. Each member was a craftsman, dedicated to their work with an exacting focus that few could match.
In the lands that held this shadowy network, whispers of the slain filled the air, warning those who would cross the agency. Shrouded in mystery, the Moonlit Hitman Agency was more myth than fact. Its continued existence was a question with no clear answer, and the lands where it once thrived were now thick with the fear of what might still be lurking in the shadows.
This is the tale of Raven Hale's rise to dominance as death incarnate.