The Gothic architectural design of the castle stands proud in the vast land of Wales ,unscratched by the mighty wind and storm that stood challenging the thunderstorm as if the nature gives off a warning to the events that are to unfold. Known to the society as the Margam castle, but revered and feared by the secret society and called 'The Asgard', the place of the gods who plays the world in their hands as if by whims .

At the Gladsheim Hall, illuminated by a dim chandelier, the gods covered by their masks precede on their meeting at a round table  which was centered in the vast gothic room. At the side is a sala with two long Victorian couches facing each other that is occupied by three peole facing each other and two single-cushioned chair by their side. A few step away is a gallant window that serves as a door to the veranda. The place is the hall or meeting place of the gods, a name for the heads of each council that the Order have. The gods are called as the Templar.

"The president of the eagles was assassinated two days ago and the world is making a big fuss about it"

Snapped by a middle-aged man who was glaring at the man seated at the lone chair across the table. His eyes are like the deep green color of the forest in spring, the god of The Snipers

The woman standing at the window, not leaving her sight to the dancing trees made a comment.

"Gandalf, we can't do anything about the dead, let the dead bury himself, but If only the Valkyries were given the task then we could've asked his reasons and motive.He was part the Round Table, he must have had his reasons and we could've taken action from that "

Freya the goddess of the Valkyries, the executioners who pass down judgments

The old man unmasked, with confidence and authority, looked at the gods with his piercing blue eyes and responded with an arctic voice,

"It is for the Order's interest, he was undertaking researches that goes down deep almost touching the Yggdrasil, not even the gods know and have ample information on them. It is just right for him to be executed for probing an ancient esoteric secret!"

Even the thunder will go meek to how he bellowed, the cold voice is now full of intense emotion, seems to get out of control if pried further. Odin, a title rather than a name, is the head of the Templar who oversees all councils.

"Odin get a hold of yourself, we are fully aware but who issued the order? All the assassins are under my jurisdiction! They are under my creed!"

The red haired young man loathingly looked  at the gods present in the room but still able to voice out with calmness his concern with blood lust. He restrained his disgust and the urge to pounce whoever gave the order behind their back. Shin, the leader of the pack of assassins called the Creed.

Odin snickered with amusement, it's almost inaudible but all the gods are trained assassins and were before feared in their specialties. The gods did not miss it ,making Shin snap and in a swift motion , grabbed the collar of the old man seating totally opposite from his seat.

" I don't freaking care even if you have highest seat in the Order, you were behind this!"

He can't contain his blood lust, and fuck he doesn't give a damn if he'll be killed right there and then,

Surprisingly, no one flinched or moved an inch to drag him away from the Odin, everyone was in fact shooting daggers with their glare to the pinned guy on the wall, still clutched by his hands but the old man doesn't seem to be bothered by him. Even as the youngest assassin to be in the Order's Templar, the highest consortium in the organization, Shin had his share of massacres and murders, one of the feared assassins and yet still he shivers at the blood lust of the gods aimed at Odin, these people are far more skilled and dangerous. Shin knew instinctly that he pales in comparison if they were angered.

Freya, finally moving away from the gallant window.

"I'd rather have you talking than you being a cold corpse by the break of dawn"

With an audible fury that you can almost taste the fear in your mouth, it's very cold that it sends shiver to the deepest bone of your body. Freya was still glaring at Odin as she continued walking towards them, "Let him go Shin"

Shin knowing he can't go against the head of the Valkyries, let go of the old man with a brute force but even with the old body of Odin, he stood still.

"I am Freya, the head of the Valkyries, I send out and decide which group should do the missions, even if you're the head of our Templar, you are not to act alone without consulting me!"

"Fuck do I care about that issue, I only want to know who carried out the assassination?!" Shin still gritting with furry.

"Green horn, hold your horses, that inquiry I also want to raise"

finally the second lady, in her elegant Black dress who seem to be the only one in her evening dress, in command to the Scholastica Council, a society for people of great knowledge, Eir, who rarely voices her opinion.

"We are not gonna wait for the Yggdrasil to take action so we better settle this ourselves, he is one of my nobles, I want to know who had the guts to enter the fortress of the president and to get out unnoticed"

Myddrin the laurel of the Round Table, the society to the known world leaders, the free mason is just a part of it, only hand picked people knew about this council, not even their grand Lodges.

Yggdrasil rumored to be where The Order originated from, the Order takes assignments from them but no one actually saw their building or knew anyone who belongs from the secret organization, nor they are allowed to know about it.

Not even a breath was heard as they impatiently waited for Odin's answer.

Odin knowing that he cannot prolong this any longer still amused by the puzzled look of his colleagues.

" It really taunts me that nobody guessed who did it. Shin you should know better that there's an assassin rather a reaper that is not under your jurisdiction." With a loop sided smile his grin was full of amusement that it irritated the hell out of the gods.

The gods gasped in disbelief and disgust. Even Shin hated the gut of that assassin,

"F*cking Asshole ! Why did that escape me? How did I miss that?" Cursing and grumbling was the only thing he can do. Shin is now shaking with killing intent, heavily breathing trying to control his emotions, but it was beyond hate, the scar in his chest is aching with vengeance. He can't contain it anymore and pulled a gun, shooting the wall just a hair away from Odin.

"Darn it!" He was like a mad man, he was beyond mad. No one stopped him since they understood the frustration that was all bottled up.

" I missed that too so you better not go shooting like you're the only one feeling fucked up" Gandalf broke the silence.

"Odin, don't go using that machine without the Order's knowledge, not because you know whoever that bastard is means you have the privilege of being the dealer of the tarot cards." Myddrin did not bother to conceal the disgust in his voice.

"The reaper is the only one I could possibly utilize to kill him, no one even in your Creed can do the assignment solo." Odin with less interest to where they were going with the matter and walked proudly back to his chair.

Hearing such insult, Shin went back to his chair with a resolute face decided to go to the couch and deliberately removed his mask

" Just why the heck did you remove that?" Freya frowning

"There's no point to discuss this further with formality, the fucked up Odin is not even bothered we lost one of the important pawns." Trying to calm his sanity clenched his fist so hard that the blood is already dripping.

The others also removed their masks, exposing their stern expressions.

"This will be your last warning Stalin, we wouldn't be as complacent the next time you go behind our backs, and we'll overlook this since you have proving documents" Gandalf now sitting at the single couch beside Shin,

"Let's just drop the crap, talking shit will not solve the problem on hand" Odin impatiently looking at the wall to divert his attention.

"We'll be sending appropriate people for the operation; we've decided who to go on our end" Shin emotionless

"I want to add another assailant though" .Myddrin glaring at Odin but seems that his mind was far away.

"Who would that be?" Freya

"I hope it's within reason and not some on whim like Odin" Shin

"Shin stop being a kid, Stalin had his reasons" Gandalf

"Fuck his reasons, are you his bitch?" Shin disgustingly accused Gandalf, before he knew it, a poisoned bullet miss his cheeks by a hair.

"Homomaniac sanoavabitch!" shin cursing

"Should I shoot through your brain? It would be a pleasure and let you be raped by the tartarus guards" Odin already being at the end of his ropes and just turned to Myddrin

"Who do you want to add Myddrin?" he continued

" The killing machine"

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