All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As the Cleaner of the Bratva, North Europa's deadliest hitman, Devdas Volkov had but one terrible fear: Fire.
The way those flames danced, going from red to orange, yellow to blue— Blue, like his Rain flames. Yellow, like his Sun flames. The thought never ceased to send a chill down his spine.
Ah, but how dreadfully beautiful they were. Orange, similar to his Boss' Sky Flames. Red, much like those dangerous Storm Flames. They engulfed anything and everything, leaving nothing but cinders behind in a macabre painting.
Devdas' smoking habit began a week after his mother's death in a fire, he was fourteen. The prospect of lighting up a cigarette seemed like an insurmountable challenge, plunging him back in this horrible time in which he lost his mother.
So terribly terrifying, yet the adrenaline was incommensurably pleasing.
With military-oriented schooling and his father's education as a teacher, he finished high-school, dropping out of the educational system and hopping into the underworld instead, he was nineteen.
Devdas wasn't much of an academic genius, truthfully, his grades were barely acceptable. But when it came to practice? Hand to hand combats and the like, his instinct was pure genius. Beyond compare.
Entering the Bratva wasn't hard, one simply needed to prove himself and the lower echelon weren't the ones the higher-ups concerned themselves with.
Making money wasn't too complicated either, only—
Only it seemed the fastest way was to dirty his hands.
Was it a problem?No. So long as his father never knew and the money came in.
Devdas, draping his body in blood, dived into the darkest part of the underworld, casting aside all of his remaining innocence to become a hitman.
His talent didn't lack and in no time, he moved up the ladder, steadily becoming more powerful in the organization, no one scoffed at his blood anymore, fearing him too much to do so.
But bottlenecks were everywhere. After talent, connections were the most important.
So perhaps, was it fate, destiny, when the future Boss went to him, pulling him higher and higher until he reached his position as Rain Guardian.
