The attic of the Asgard is a disclose place that only Stalin, Rukah and her knew of its existence. In the small window almost invisible to the outward design, there peek a shadow that got disturbed by the blood lust and killing intent that she can feel below her room. Aside from the killing urges of the gods, the tempest being insistent with her wind and rain kept  bothering her senses.

‘Darn can’t they just be done and over with their pathetic bullshits?’

Walking towards a secret passage that leads to the Gladsheim Hall, she decided to take a peek and before she leaves her room with a cat step, she made a mental check on her get up, a tight scarf covering half of her face from neck all through her nose, just her right blue eyes and left red eyes visible, tight black overall, wearing a hoody coat covering her tied up hair and decided to slip some daggers and a side Kahr Arms PM9 in case she needs to engage in combat. Only Stalin and Rukah was lucky enough to live and see her face knowing that she is the Killer machine and without any disguise or contacts hiding her red eyes.

Only the gods knew of her existence, no one in the councils that were led by the gods  are aware that a nameless reaper is always in the shadows carrying out the tarot cards of death to whoever the Order judged and deem to be executed. Killer machine, Shadow, it, phantom and other names are associated with her, not that she cares though. She literally is nameless and rarely to be seen even by the gods. Orders are issued to her by the Odin, currently is Stalin, through emails, messages and seldom personal interaction, living in the Asgard and passing time at the Gehenna at night when no one is using the damned arena.

Slowly she strides until finally she reached the hall, it was dim and the vast room illuminated only at the center area where Shin the god from the Creed is currently pinning Odin, the highest seat in the Order. No one seems to notice her presence as she lean on the bookshelf near the door. One of the skills she’s proud of and that even the gods can’t attain is the invincibility because it was a remnant of the ancestry she’s proud of, no one in this world can smell her presence, being soulless that she is makes the technique possible and even more deadly.

She stood still like a part of the furniture ,a chameleon, breathing slowly, emotionless to whatever is happening not caring whoever gets killed, even if Stalin gets murdered by the other gods it won’t bother her at all.

It was Myddrin’s comment that prick her interest, what operation are they plotting ?

***

“The Killing Machine?” Freya stood there horrified with Myddrin.

Myddrin being resolute with his suggestion stood there near the shelf, not noticing the shadow at his back.

“That bastard would never cooperate! Never did I see that fucker work with someone!” Shin was seriously against the idea. He’d rather be damn killed than to let his assassins work with a loco that never showed the goddamn face or spoke even a single letter.

“Don’t assume yet, the machine only obeys the Order, if majority agrees and we order for its participation, it will be decided” Gandalf snorted

“I’m telling you now, the shadow that the reaper is, won’t work with the others, that’s how a fuck up mute mole loco it is” Odin warned them

“Just what lunacy got into you?” Eir can’t keep her mouth shut anymore

‘Fuck up as if I want to work with your dimwitted assassins, they’re insignificant’. The shadow thought remaining unmoved

“I just want the nameless shadow of the Order to participate since this operation is dangerous and we don’t have much information on them” Myddrin feeling determine to drag the Machine in the mess

“You do have a point, but that is if you’ll have the shadow move on its own, the buffoon was not called a lone wolf in 12 years for nothing” Freya pointed out

“Will the others agree to have someone in the team operation but actually not with them? They are all stubborn in their own rights, they only listen to the gods.” Eir scorned

“Odin, all this will come to plan depending on how you convince the machine” Freya probing at Odin disregarding all the doubt the gods are anxious of. No one wants to upset the reaper since they know nothing about it which makes it more dangerous.

Odin signed with boredom. “ I tell you, orders are all that the shadow listens to, even if you tell the reaper to kill me, it will do follow without batting a lash, just give the godamn orders and be over with it,you're all wasting your time arguing with trivialities."

“Then it's decided” Myddrin not paying attention to Odin’s remark and wondered if his decision was a wise one or did he just open a curtain to a bloody opera.

“ I still don’t confer my vote, why should we trust someone we don’t know? The fucker’s eyes are the only thing we knew about the bastard, I would only agree if at least we should hear the voice of the mute devil, or maybe the real reaper died long time ago and the shadow we know is an imposter!” Shin being the Devil’s advocate,, snaring the eyes of the gods.

“Are you still bothered that the reaper almost had you when you wanted to test the skills of the shadow and you’re still sour-grapping?” Gandalf with a mocking grin in his face which made Shin flinched with anger and glared the old man wishing for the god’s death.

“Or perhaps when he got dumped when he offered the reaper to be part of his Creed” Freya laughingly teased him.

“ He was so stupid that he invited the reaper when he obviously knew that their skills are worlds apart” Odin with an amused smile.

“Just give the order to let the reaper present his shadow before the Templar and we’ll know even the voice of that monster” Shin now getting up the couch

“ I agree with the order, before I put the life of my people in a lifeless, soulless monster” Gandalf crossed his leg over the other

“I also want to at least hear the phantom reaper’s voice that even the other assassins are oblivious about.” Eir amused

“I want you Odin as the high seat to present us the reaper before tomorrow midnight” Freya with a stern expression.

Hearing the conversation left the shadow no other choice but to make a decision to come out or wait for the day break, it was clear as the full moon tonight ,which even  the tempest cloud couldn’t cover, that majority of the Order already agreed and she has no other way to go against the order being asked to Stalin.

‘Should I just kill them all?, nah.. Orders are orders.’

Finally she decided to speak; a cold, lifeless heartless voice only one god was able to hear, now deciding to let the others hear her arctic soulless voice. Audible death itself

“What an interesting tryst you’re having”