Sicarius: Let War Commence

"War must be waged if we are to destroy our enemy. You know what you must do as a member of the Sicarius."

That was the command that sent it all to hell.

Kneeling, I placed my fist on top of my breast and looked into the eyes of the man who had saved my life - and who I had pledge the remainder of it to.

Having long thrown away the constraints of morality, it didn't faze me that my assignment consisted of manufacturing the same destruction that stole the lives of my parents and left me orphaned.

I had fully accepted my duty as a harbinger of death - tales of those who had managed to escape from their fated destiny were just that, tales.

"It shall be done as you have said. Let war commence."

Long had my will to object to these cruel realities faded, it had instead been replaced by obligation.

I was resigned to it.

What I did was for survival.

I had to have my revenge.