Prince of Death

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"No. Even if you offer me a billion more dollars to murder an innocent lady, I won't do it," the blonde stated fiercely.

This man's persistent enough. This is a tough one.

Through torture, a death threat, a death sentence, and that man being executed and sitting at an electric chair, he still refuses to do his master's will.

Either he's stalling for backup or he's actually ready to get killed.

The brunette-haired woman's hand had a grip on the leather.

I'm probably going to regret murdering a billionaire. It's worth a shot.

The man she knew, Ace, was going to be dead in front of her eyes. She bit her lip. Is this really what she had to escalate to?

"What are you waiting for?" the man's soft voice asked.

The woman freed Ace from the straps. She pointed to the door. "Escape...I just can't murder you, Ace."

"Hell no, Princess. I'm taking you with me," Ace stated. He picked up the woman and carried her out of the room.

"Why are you taking me?" the woman asked Ace. "You don't know me."

"True, but I'm willing to give you another shot," Ace claimed. "What's outside of this place?"

"Guards. We might as well shut off the generator if we want time," the woman told Ace.

"True, but I prefer to do it with the lights on me," Ace claimed, "here." Ace put down the woman on her feet and gave her a backpack.

"What will this do?" the woman asked.

Ace put up one finger as he was telling her to wait. He opened the backpack and threw himself into it, suddenly as light as a feather. She couldn't feel him inside the backpack.

The woman continued forward and out the door. She walked out as if it was nothing. As soon as she got out of the guard's sight, Ace hopped out of the backpack.

"Nice going," Ace told her. "Now, name?"

"...Ashley," the woman replied.

Ace smirked. "Right...Ashley...nice to meet'cha. Can I take my backpack back now?"

Ashley nodded. Ace took his backpack and put it on, the straps over his shoulders.

"We should take you to the Government," Ashley stated.

"Wait! I can't go!" Ace exclaimed.

"Why?" Ashley asked.

Ace pulled out a katana and sliced her neck thoroughly, making sure it was a clean, straight cut. Her body fainted and her head came clean off. Blood spilled onto Ace's clothes and the Earth beneath them.

"Japan's not America's enemy." Ace walked past the corpse and towards the city. "They never were. They're warning you about...Ace Hishoki Miyotuu...Japan bombed Pearl Harbor to warn you about America's enemy."

"Me." He turned back to the prison. It's not bad if I grab some slaves along...

Right?