'Not when yours truly can just suck the soul out of that, you dumbfuck.' Damien spat, and I realised that it was indeed dumb of me to think that.
Anyways, scrolling to the next document, I read further.
The initiation process was brutal.
Phase 1: The Trial – Initiates were given a target, usually a criminal or someone disposable. They had to kill without getting caught. If they failed, they were discarded.
Phase 2: The Oath – Those who succeeded were branded with a sigil that bound them to secrecy. If they ever betrayed the Guild, the sigil would activate—either paralyzing them or outright killing them.
Phase 3: The Baptism – A final test where they were forced to kill someone they cared about. A friend, a mentor, a family member. If they hesitated, they died instead.
I exhaled sharply.
No wonder the Guild was so feared. It wasn't just an organization—it was a cult of killers, stripped of their pasts and reforged into weapons.
The agent's voice broke my thoughts.
