Hidden Identity

Chapter 1: Cold Mission Schneizel is searching for any signs of life in a 10meter radius around him. He’s starting to feel numb as he felt the cold wind brushed against him. It’s annoying that his partner is not shivering. “Why is it so cold? Ugh…” Schneizel shivered as he pulled his winter clothes tighter to his body in hopes for comfort. “Have you cracked your head somewhere along the road? We’re here in Siberia. It is supposed to be this cold.” A man with amber eyes and red hair said. “Whatever you say, Tristan.” Schneizel shrugged “The guy who requested this mission must be nuts. He should have said that this country is so cold.” “It was in the mission briefing, idiot.” Tristan tried scouting the area once more for their target. “And you wouldn’t want the vice-principal hear your complaints. Once he starts his lecture, he’d never stop.” “You wouldn’t tell him right? I mean, we’re best friends aren’t we?” Worry obvious in his voice. “Geez, of course I won’t tell. If I tell him, I’ll get scolded too for not disciplining you, you know.” Tristan grinned as he saw Schneizel face light up. “For the meantime, I’ll keep his hopes up.” He thought. “I thought you were really going to tell the VP.” Schneizel sighed. “Really, you got me going for a moment there.” “Focus on the mission. We can’t afford to fail this one.” Tristan is having a nervous breakdown. Failing this mission would mean one thing: Expulsion. “Geez, relax. It may be a coded black mission, but as long as I’m here, none of us will get hurt.” Their mission is to eliminate a cult in the middle of Siberia. The cult is using human sacrifices for their rituals. The VP assigned this mission to Schneizel Vezarius and Tristan Fury because of their ability to annihilate a large number of people. Schneizel can nullify other people’s spell and summon dolls. Dolls are puppets with souls attached to them. They are very loyal to their master. He is also an expert in close quarter combat. Meanwhile, Tristan specializes in gunmanship. He can shoot people thirty-feet away from him accurately. He also has the ability to make his handprint explode. September 25, 3009. 6:30pm “I found their base! What a lucky day!” Schneizel is on the verge of exposing himself to the enemies because of his excitement when a hand stopped him right on time.

“Are you really that stupid?! You nearly gave away our position!” Tristan fumed and was disappointed in his partner’s lack of self-control. “Sorry. Now can you let go of my hand.” His words dripping with sarcasm. “Fine.” Tristan sighed as he slipped his away from Schneizel’s arm. “Now before you rush and attack our target’s base, let’s discuss our plans first.” “Hmmm… This would be easy.” Schneizel’s face lit up as he thought of a plan. “How about, I summon one of my dolls, then you put your handprint on it and I’ll make it sneak into the center of the base. After that you ignite your handprint thus eliminating 75-80% of the enemy’s army. That’s when I charge the base with you backing me up with your sniper rifle. How does that sound?” “As expected of the legendary “Doll Master”. But let me ask you one thing, why do you like to sacrifice your dolls a lot?” Tristan asked as hid face formed a frown because of his recollection of a past mission with Schneizel. “That’s easy. Dolls are reconstructed once they are recalled to their own space. If you don’t use them to their full potential, wouldn’t that be a waste?” Schneizel explained with a neutral face. “I see. So shall we proceed to the plan?” Tristan shivered as he saw Schneizel’s dark look on his face. “This would be fun.” Schneizel grinned as he summoned on of his dolls. A minute later, the base and its occupants were annihilated. Chapter 2: Lazy Afternoon Schneizel was still sleeping when he heard someone approaching. He instantly gets hold of his .45 calibre pistol. Assassins are not rare these days. He’s getting tired of dealing with them lately. But then he realized that it was just Tristan. “Still sleeping in the school’s roof, Mr. Most-Wanted?” Tristan snickered. “Shut up, Tristan. I don’t even want to be recognized as Mr. MostWanted.” Schneizel sighed as he turned his body to the left. “Still on the “Denial phase”, huh?” Tristan sat beside Schneizel and pricked his nose with a needle. “Ouch! What the hell was that for?” Schneizel fumed and was about to punch Tristan when another voice came.

“Fighting inside the school is forbidden, Mr. Most-Wanted.” A teenage girl appeared in front of the door. “Not you too, Jane. It’s not that easy for me to adjust being called Mr. Most-Wanted.” Schneizel complained as he ran his fingers to his glossy, black hair. “I loved it when he does that.” Jane thought. “I can’t help it. I voted for you too you know.” Jane giggled to irritate Schneizel further. “Drat. Here I was, thinking that you would vote for me, Jane. You have broken my heart.” Tristan tried faking jealousy in his voice. “Dream on, Fury. I won’t vote for you until the day you managed to have the same face, personality, intelligence and body build of Schneizel. Which is, of course, not going to happen.” Jane retorted. “Hello! I’m still here! Please stop talking about this Mr. Most-Wanted. You two are starting to get in to my nerves.” Schneizel glared at both of them. “This would really anger you.” Tristan smiled wickedly as he pulled a magazine and started imitating a voice of a reporter. “Mr. Most-Wanted winner is announced. Yup, people! You guessed right. It’s Schneizel Vezarius! All the girls are practically raving for him. Ooh, that glossy black hair of his. That perfectly shaped face and nose of his. That silver with taint of gold eyes of his. That super cool attitude that brushed of any girl that approach him. That muscular body of his. And most of all, he’s single! He’s perfect! Who would be the lucky girl to capture the heart of this God of Beauty?!” Oh yeah. Tristan has another talent. To imitate and voice or sound in a 100% accuracy. No one has ever, EVER, caught him faking his voice the first time they heard him. “Just wait. I’ll definitely get back at you.” Schneizel walked away in anger. He almost crushed the rooftop’s door when he slammed it close. “Did I just made him angry? EXTREMELY ANGRY? That sure is bad news.” Tristan bit his lips as he think of a plan to calm Schneizel. “Good Luck on calming Schneizel.” Jane smiled wickedly because she knew Tristan is the only one in Schneizel’s revenge list. Tristan knew that for sure. “You EVIL WITCH!” Tristan yelled as Jane walked away smiling victorious. Chapter 3: The Grim Reaper and his Binder

Pain and Numb was summoned by their superiors in to the Coded Room. They both know why they were summoned. Rumors were spread that 9 assassins sent to assassinate Schneizel the Doll master was killed or captured. They don’t want assassinations. It’s so unfair and has an 80% chance of failing. When they entered the dim litted room, the door shut firmly. “What do want us to do?” Pain and Numb chorused. “You twins will handle the GEBW code 9089, Lucifer. You will assist him in his mission to dispose of the Doll Master.” Asmodeus hated using the term GEBW. All the higher-ups in the Cult know what it means. “You plan to…” Pain started. “Make us handle…” Numb finished. “That MONSTER?!” They chorused startled. “You two are the only one capable of restricting Lucifer.” Asmodeus cold and full of authority. He hate giving dangerous missions to this twins. Even though they are part of the Order of the Cult’s Knights, they are just 9 years old. The first time Asmodeus saw them he actually fell out of his chair. They were so cute and cuddly. Their eyes are contrast to each other. Pain has Red Eyes while Numb has deep Blue Eyes. “Your mental abilities will help bind Lucifer to his orders. You two are one of the few people who is capable of killing that Genetically Enhanced Biological Weapon.” “We hate him. His mind is full of craziness and bloodlust. Every time we peer into his mind, we saw him imagining skinned humans that are hacked to death. He even imagined raping Nurse Ashley after he removed all her fingernails. Ugh. We hate that guy.” The twins chorused. They loathed and feared that monster. He is immune to any physical damage done by physical or magical combat. The only way to kill him is to attack his mind in which the twins specializes. “You have no choice. This was given by the Director himself. Consider yourselves dead if you tried to disobey him. You owe your life to the Director.” Asmodeus knew the twins weakness. They love and loathe the Director. Love him because he saved them from slavery. Loathe him because of his missions either to kill or steal. “I guess we…” Pain started. “We don’t have…” Numb finished. “Any choice do we?” They chorused defeated. “You two love to finish each other sentences, do you?” Asmodeus noticed. “We guess you can say that.” They smirked at him. They know it creeps Asmodeus when they finish each other sentences.

“Now where are my guardian, pigs?! LET ME KILL ALREADY! I’m so fucking excited!” Lucifer laughed hard at his cell as he imagines what kind of gruesome plan he will use. He stopped laughing as he saw his guardians. “Why the hell did he appoint you kids to be my guardian? You white-haired scums!” “They can’t handle me anyway. I can kill them whenever I wan to.” He thought. “Too bad for you. We can handle you just fine.” They giggled. It was so easy to read his mind. He’s an open book. He have Physical Immunity but his mind is so vulnerable. “What the fuck! You read my mind?! YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!” Lucifer’s face flushed crimson red as he fumed. “I’m going to kill you idiots. Try to mess with me and you’re going to some scumbag’s HELL!” “We are so scared. We might pee at our pants.” The twin’s voice was dripping with heavy sarcasm. “We can kill you whenever we wanted. You are like an egg. You might be hard on the outside but once we penetrated it you are so dead.” Pain smirked while Numb eyes lit up. “Talk about creepy! You speak at the fucking same time! Get away from me weirdoes!” Lucifer mocked. “Maybe we need to shut him up. His mouth is as dirty as he’s mind.” Pain said to Numb. “You’re right. I’m ready whenever you are, brother.” Numb said. “Whoa, what the hell are planning to do, pipsqueaks?” Lucifer backed out from the cell as far as he could as the twins advanced to him. “Stop! I’ll hack you to death if you get closer!” Lucifer threatened. “Hehe… Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing. NOT!” Pain and Numb held hands as they penetrated Lucifer’s mind. “The chain of darkness shall restrict this mind. We summon forth our ancestor’s spirit to lock away this monster’s will inside the Pandora Box. Lock him up! Keimukan!” They chanted. Lucifer’s head is going berserk. Pictures are breaking and sounds are screeching as if someone is purposely hiding his memories. Suddenly, he felt a hot. Very hot. Lucifer’s body is burning. He screamed and screamed even though he can’t hear his own screaming. His body is turning to ashes. When a cold wind nullified the pain. He can’t sense his body. He can’t feel anything. He instantly desired for the pain to come back. He felt scared and powerless. “Is this death?! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!” He thought. But nothing happened. His consciousness drifted slowly. “Nice job.” Asmodeus called out to them. “What did you do to him?” Asmodeus was wondering how did they managed to make Lucifer scream and squirm like that.

“We just replaced his memories. We also disposed off his desires. Of course, it’s not a painless process.” The twin smirked cruelly. “You’re pretty cruel for a child.” Asmodeus shivered. He never thought the twin were this powerful. “Most people would underestimate us get themselves killed. That’s how life works. Never underestimate your enemies.” The twin chorused. “Ugh.” Asmodeus examined the black-haired guy on the floor. Such a waste. Lucifer would have pass as a super model if he had fixed his bloodlust. Lucifer has brown eyes with a taint of red in them. He’s not too bulky nor too thin. “Just keep him on tabs. We don’t want him committing mass murder. Understood?” “Of…” Pain said. “Course.” Numb said. Schneizel woke up from his sleep with an extreme headache. “What the heck. My head hurts like hell.” He muttered. Then he saw one of his fortune stone in half. He got a bad feeling about this.