Post by Khornate Marksman on Feb 2, 2007 22:54:46 GMT -5
In ancient Japan there is a legend of two lovers that killed only men. Their victims were those that mistreated their wives. Many noblemen were found dead in the city Nakomo over the years. The dead men all had one thing in common; they had mistreated their wives in some way. Whether it was by beating them or cheating on them with other women, the men were killed mercilessly. The murderers were never caught, but authorities said they were both women trained by an ancient cult that dealt in ruthless assasinations.
Blood and bodies were everywhere. No one in the mansion had been left alive. Each victim had been murdered by painful techniques. One had a small needle through the back of his throat that caused his windpipe to collapse and slowly choke him. An other had been killed by a severe cut that had shredded her lungs and heart. One man lay in the fire place. His limbs had been broken and he had been shoved into the fireplace to burn to death.
The owner of the mansion was sitting on his bed completely naked. He hadn't been murdered there because there wasn't much blood. Across his room where he had crashed through the paper sliding door was a pool of blood and his torn clothes. What was most horrifying was that the owner of the mansion was in pieces. His murderers had killed him by cutting him up and placing him on his bed reassembled.
The smell of blood, death, and burnt meat hung in the air around Mykano. He and his men were investigating the murder of a nobleman known as Jikia Gyaburo. The nobleman was known to mingle with other women and party a lot when his wife was away on business trips. That is what made this murder different from others. Jikia had been murdered by the infamous female assasins that killed men like him. Mykano knew it in his gut. He gripped his sword pommel tighter as he throught about what to tell Jikia's wife when she returned.
"Kino," said Mykano. "Cover him up and get someone to contact his wife to tell her the news."
"Right away commander," said Kino as he covered Jikia's body with a blanket and went ouside to order the other men to take a message to the nobleman's wife.
One mile away the two murderers hid in an alley passionately kissing as they always did after a successful massacre. The two were women, both very fit and yet so beautiful. Their graceful bodies were locked together in a loving embrace. Thier bloodstained weapons and clothes laid nearby. Another man had fallen beneath their blades along with his servants.
Konita and Shijati were a perfect team and couple. Equally pychotic and violent, yet they were also peaceful and respectful young women. They were advanced assasins, but they were not mercenaries as most ninjas were. They killed for the good of women. Each death set another soul free from illusions of love that men spread into a woman's mind.
The two girls belonged to noble families. Unfortunately the girls' first victims were their fathers. That is what sparked their murderous behavior. Each girl had caught their father in an act of unforgivable loving. The girls murdered their fathers on the spot with daggers through their throats and then they had turned their hate towards the whores their fathers were associating with. Konita and Shijati chopped the whores up and fed them to the wild dogs in the forests around Nakomo.
Long story short, their mothers never found out what the girls did, but did discover what their husbands had been up to. The mothers had no regrets and used thier husbands' wealth to buy a large mansion on the outskirts of the town Nakomo.
Konita and Shijati lived togehter in their mothers' mansion. Their hate for men such as their fathers soon turned to the reason for their love. A year after the murders a messenger appeared at the door when the mothers weren't home. The messenger had simply stated that her master knew about what the girls had done and wanted to meet them personally.
The girls followed the messenger to her leader's temple in the mountains north of Nakomo. Inside it was like a large school for a female cult who had sworn off men. The leader, an old woman with many wrinkles and long, gray hair offered to train the girls in the art of the ninja. The two girls accepted and became the new students at the temple. Konita and Shijati spent years at the school training and learning. They eventually became the top students and graduated with supreme honor. They were rewarded with specially crafted death armor and an array of weapons. They were offered a permanent home at the temple, but turned it down. The girls wanted to return to their mothers. When they finally arrived back at their home they found that it was in ruins. The windows were shattered and dusty, the roof was falling apart, and the front porch was stained with blood.
The stench of blood and alcohol hung in the air around the house. Inside laughing could be heard. The two assasins stepped inside the house and what they found erased all shreds of the peaceful girls they once were from their souls. Hanging from the doorway into the main room were two rotting heads. The girls recognized the faces of their mothers and the look of horror on the faces only made the discovery worse. Konita and Shijati drew their weapons from their packs and quickly changed into their death armor. They unleashed the anger burning inside them and charged into the main room of the house where a group of bandits were singing and drinking.
On that day Konita and Shijati commited to their second and bloodiest series of murders in their old home.
Blood and bodies were everywhere. No one in the mansion had been left alive. Each victim had been murdered by painful techniques. One had a small needle through the back of his throat that caused his windpipe to collapse and slowly choke him. An other had been killed by a severe cut that had shredded her lungs and heart. One man lay in the fire place. His limbs had been broken and he had been shoved into the fireplace to burn to death.
The owner of the mansion was sitting on his bed completely naked. He hadn't been murdered there because there wasn't much blood. Across his room where he had crashed through the paper sliding door was a pool of blood and his torn clothes. What was most horrifying was that the owner of the mansion was in pieces. His murderers had killed him by cutting him up and placing him on his bed reassembled.
The smell of blood, death, and burnt meat hung in the air around Mykano. He and his men were investigating the murder of a nobleman known as Jikia Gyaburo. The nobleman was known to mingle with other women and party a lot when his wife was away on business trips. That is what made this murder different from others. Jikia had been murdered by the infamous female assasins that killed men like him. Mykano knew it in his gut. He gripped his sword pommel tighter as he throught about what to tell Jikia's wife when she returned.
"Kino," said Mykano. "Cover him up and get someone to contact his wife to tell her the news."
"Right away commander," said Kino as he covered Jikia's body with a blanket and went ouside to order the other men to take a message to the nobleman's wife.
One mile away the two murderers hid in an alley passionately kissing as they always did after a successful massacre. The two were women, both very fit and yet so beautiful. Their graceful bodies were locked together in a loving embrace. Thier bloodstained weapons and clothes laid nearby. Another man had fallen beneath their blades along with his servants.
Konita and Shijati were a perfect team and couple. Equally pychotic and violent, yet they were also peaceful and respectful young women. They were advanced assasins, but they were not mercenaries as most ninjas were. They killed for the good of women. Each death set another soul free from illusions of love that men spread into a woman's mind.
The two girls belonged to noble families. Unfortunately the girls' first victims were their fathers. That is what sparked their murderous behavior. Each girl had caught their father in an act of unforgivable loving. The girls murdered their fathers on the spot with daggers through their throats and then they had turned their hate towards the whores their fathers were associating with. Konita and Shijati chopped the whores up and fed them to the wild dogs in the forests around Nakomo.
Long story short, their mothers never found out what the girls did, but did discover what their husbands had been up to. The mothers had no regrets and used thier husbands' wealth to buy a large mansion on the outskirts of the town Nakomo.
Konita and Shijati lived togehter in their mothers' mansion. Their hate for men such as their fathers soon turned to the reason for their love. A year after the murders a messenger appeared at the door when the mothers weren't home. The messenger had simply stated that her master knew about what the girls had done and wanted to meet them personally.
The girls followed the messenger to her leader's temple in the mountains north of Nakomo. Inside it was like a large school for a female cult who had sworn off men. The leader, an old woman with many wrinkles and long, gray hair offered to train the girls in the art of the ninja. The two girls accepted and became the new students at the temple. Konita and Shijati spent years at the school training and learning. They eventually became the top students and graduated with supreme honor. They were rewarded with specially crafted death armor and an array of weapons. They were offered a permanent home at the temple, but turned it down. The girls wanted to return to their mothers. When they finally arrived back at their home they found that it was in ruins. The windows were shattered and dusty, the roof was falling apart, and the front porch was stained with blood.
The stench of blood and alcohol hung in the air around the house. Inside laughing could be heard. The two assasins stepped inside the house and what they found erased all shreds of the peaceful girls they once were from their souls. Hanging from the doorway into the main room were two rotting heads. The girls recognized the faces of their mothers and the look of horror on the faces only made the discovery worse. Konita and Shijati drew their weapons from their packs and quickly changed into their death armor. They unleashed the anger burning inside them and charged into the main room of the house where a group of bandits were singing and drinking.
On that day Konita and Shijati commited to their second and bloodiest series of murders in their old home.