Hitman with a Badass System



"So, what's your next move, brother?" asked Sabrina, holding Michael's hand tightly.

"It's better if you don't know the details. You have your family back now. I promised you that, and I delivered. It's time for you to return to your normal life. The Skyhall won't bother your family anymore," Michael replied.

"You are family too, and I don't even know your real name. Don't tell me you were always called Ghost," Sabrina chuckled, trying to hide the pain of parting from her brother. Even though she had only known that the Dark Lord was her brother for a short time, it felt like they had been siblings for eternity. The thought of never seeing him again was heart-wrenching.

"Michael," he whispered, finally revealing his true name to Sabrina.

"Michael…" Sabrina repeated softly.

"Mom used to call you Dean, but I prefer Michael better," she said.

"Don't tell your mom the truth about what really happened, Sabrina. As long as the world and your family believe that I am dead, they will be safe," Michael explained, as tears welled up in Sabrina's eyes.

"Mom really misses you, Michael. If you just come and talk to her, I promise we won't tell anyone that you're alive. Mom stopped talking to Noah and all of us completely. I've never seen her like this before. She blames herself for what happened to you," Sabrina pleaded.

"There's no point in blaming, Sabrina. Although I was born to your mother, I was never truly her son. When I think about it, I only brought pain and suffering to her and her family. It's better if I stay dead to your family. She will eventually find a way to cope with my loss," Michael turned around and gently wiped the tears from Sabrina's eyes.

With the Skyhall believing that the Dark Lord had died, they brought Diana back to their home with Ethan and all the others they had captured when Diana revealed that the Dark Lord was her son. Michael was quietly happy with how everything had turned out. In this plan, everyone got their happy ending.

"No mother can truly get over the loss of her child, Michael. Don't you understand? The Skyhall did something to mother. I will prove to you that she never abandoned you," Sabrina said with determination.

But Michael shook his head.

"No, do not go against the Skyhall. There are powers at play beyond your comprehension. You've got your happy ending. Just live the rest of your life happily and stay out of trouble. I will watch over you as always from the shadows. Every time you see your shadow, just know that your brother, the God of Darkness, is with you," Michael smiled and gently kissed Sabrina on her forehead.

"What about your happiness, Michael? You're still fighting for your life. Take me with you, I promise I'll get stronger and fight by your side," Sabrina grabbed Michael's hand and squeezed it tight, showing no intention of letting him go.

"I don't want you to fight, Sabrina. You deserve a life that I never had. What kind of big brother would I be if I put you in harm's way?" Michael's voice showed the deep love he had for his little sister. Back on Earth, Michael grew up as an orphan, dreaming of having a family. But when he learned the truth that he was abandoned in this world and thrown into Earth like trash, abandoned by his own mother, his heart was shattered. However, despite his anger towards Diana for abandoning him, he never felt anything but love for Sabrina, who had been nothing but a good sister to him. Even though Michael only discovered that Sabrina was his little sister for a short amount of time, he couldn't help but love her with all his heart. Michael rarely showed his vulnerable side and loved someone like he loved Gaya, his wife. To Michael, Sabrina was his little sister, and he felt the strong urge to protect her from all harm.

"If you want to do something for me, keep Harry and Lailah safe. Love them like you love me. Harry will be branded as the Dark Lord's son for all his life. Keep him safe from being manipulated and turned into a weapon like your brother Noah. Don't shield him from the reality of this world, but don't let the world hurt him either," said Michael.

"I will, I promise. I will look after him and love him with all my heart," Sabrina said.

"Good girl," Michael playfully ruffled her hair.

"What about Rowena? Have you heard anything about her?" asked Sabrina. She had never seen her elder sister since the Nagaland war. Although the world believed the Holy Maiden Rowena Winston made an unholy sacrifice by saving the Dark Lord, no one had found her body.

"If she is alive, my minions will find her," said Michael.

Deep inside her heart, Sabrina sighed in relief. In her heart, her elder sister Rowena could fix any situation. She was the perfect embodiment of the word elder sister. If she was here, Sabrina had no doubt that she would reunite Michael with the rest of the family. Although Sabrina decided to pretend to agree to Michael's terms, she would never stop trying to bring him back into her family.

"Now you be a good girl and stay away from trouble. Don't make me come down there in the darkness and kick your ass," Michael playfully said once again, emphasizing for her to stay out of trouble.

"I'll find trouble if it means I can see you again," Sabrina chuckled and cried at the same time, showing her emotions as she didn't want to be separated from her beloved brother.

"I bet you would," Michael smiled as Sabrina embraced him once again. He sighed heavily, feeling the weight of their parting, and gently patted her on the back. As much as he loved Sabrina, he knew that staying with her would put her in mortal danger. Sometimes, leaving the ones we love is a way of showing love and care for them.

"Now you have to go," Michael said, putting some effort into pushing her away from him. Sabrina clung to him, not wanting to let go.

"Promise me you will come back to me once you've dealt with everyone who stands in our way of being a family. Or I won't let you go. I would even tell everyone that you're still alive," Sabrina blackmailed him out of pure love.

Michael couldn't help but laugh at her tactics. "Don't laugh. I'm serious. I am your sister. I can be evil too," she said playfully.

"I promise you I will come back to you. But you need to achieve immortality and reach beyond the Half Celestial stage. I don't know how long it will take for me to dismantle and destroy my enemies," said Michael, his voice turning serious, reflecting the magnitude of the mission he was about to undertake.

"I will wait for you and challenge death itself if I have to," Sabrina said with unwavering determination.

"I know you will. Now go," Michael said, once again cupping her head and kissing her on the top of her head lovingly. The emotions between them were palpable as they reluctantly prepared to part ways, each carrying their own burdens and promises.

After Sabrina disappeared from his sight, a spatial portal suddenly opened up nearby, and Nithroel, the Empress of Awor, stepped through the teleportation portal. She walked calmly and gracefully to Michael's side, her golden hair shimmering in the dim light.

Her presence didn't startle Michael; he knew she was coming. Nithroel was an ally, someone he trusted. She had played a crucial role in their plans, providing resources and assistance when they needed it the most.

"Ghost," Nithroel greeted him with a nod, her elegant demeanor still carrying an air of authority.

"Nithroel," Michael responded, his expression composed yet relieved to see her.

"You're really leaving, aren't you?" she asked, her eyes searching his.

"I have to. There's something I must do, something that only I can accomplish," Michael replied, his tone serious.

"Good. But before you go, my dear Dark Lord, I require a favor from your assassins," Nithroel declared, her voice firm and unwavering.

"My assassins? You want someone eliminated?" Michael inquired with a hint of amusement. As he expected, Nithroel nodded and produced a parchment from her space ring.

Handing over the parchment, she looked at Michael with a determined gaze. Michael slowly unrolled the parchment, and as he laid eyes on the portrait of a middle-aged man with wavy gray hair and the name 'Ingram' written below, the smile on his face faded into a deep frown.

"Ingram?" Michael asked again, his tone serious and conflicted.

"Yes," Nithroel confirmed with a nod, not wavering in her request.

"But Ingram is Gaya's father," Michael's voice tightened with concern and disapproval.

"That fact doesn't change anything. That slippery bastard has been evading my assassins and war gods for far too long. I want your assassins to eliminate him. This is my price for continuing my unwavering support for you. We both know that once you wage your war against the gods, you'll need all the help you can get," Nithroel explained, her eyes locking with Michael's.

The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. Michael knew that Ingram had caused his fair share of trouble, but he also understood the complexity of the situation. Gaya's father, a man who had caused them pain, was also someone important to his wife.

Emotions swirled within Michael as he deliberated Nithroel's request. He understood the stakes and the need to maintain Nithroel's support, but he couldn't ignore the personal conflict he felt.

"Think carefully, Dark Lord. This is a decision you must make with a clear mind," Nithroel urged, recognizing the turmoil in his expression.