L'Ange de la Mort

Chapter 1:The Legend

Hi, Letizia here!
This story is a bit different from the ones I wrote before but I hope you like it. I appreciate suggestions in the comments so don't be shy. English is not my first language so if you find any errors please tell me so I can fix them.
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Nobody knew who or what the "Angel of Death" was.
He was a legend that everybody knew, a mistery for those who were apart of Formula 1, the biggest community of killers and mercenaries of the world, a nightmare with open eyes for those who were so unlucky to have met him, not that they could tell it to anyone.

It was said he lived at the top of the highest skyscraper in New York, coming out of it only to kill before returning to his cave, as everybody called it.

The older killers always described him as the most beautiful creature in the world and, because of it, he was also the most dangerous, not afraid to use his beauty to reach his goals but also able to kill with just one touch of a hand.

He made it clear when a killing was his, black feathers forming a broken heart present near all of his victims, a signature that couldn't be copied or confused; Not that anyone dared to appropriate of any of his killings, knowing what the results would've been.

Those who had tried to find him couldn't tell you a thing about him and those who had found him weren't alive to tell

He was as invisible as a ghost, you couldn't see him, you couldn't hear him, you couldn't touch him, he just was, unbothered by the other killers and anyone else. 

No one had tried to find him in the 3 years prior until someone did and was the first to succeed, overcoming both the walls of his home and of his heart.
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