Hel stared at Hermes... was what the messenger delivered true? 

“So... about this assassin, the so-called Demon of the Forest. He has been sent to assassinate me, right? I wonder who would be silly enough to send an assassin after the Goddess of Death.” Hel took a pause to look at Hermes’s reaction; the boy nodded slowly and almost solemnly.

“I mean, I am immortal.” Okay, that would technically have been a lie before, but now it was something of a truth nowadays. You just can’t kill a god by normal means. That’d be silly, how would a bear have weapons that could hurt her? Right? Yeah, that’d be silly. Plus, there were her powers... or was she getting overconfident of herself?

"No fucking way. So you're telling me that I'm about to be killed by the actual Goddess of Death herself? Oh boy, well, I guess that's one way to go out with a bang. If I'm being honest, good fucking riddance. There's nothing left for me in this shithole. I just hope it isn't too painful."

"Wow, congratulations. You just told a homeless 'little girl,' as you put it, to go home. Nice going, Fucknuts. I hope you get a sword up your ass."

Perri started down at the poor girl trying to appear intimidated. They tried not to laugh, tried so hard not to let out the biggest laugh they've ever had but it was nearly impossible as they fell to the floor dying of laughter. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU?" They laughed so hard it started to hurt. "Please, someone come get their child! Little girls like you shouldn't be running around trying to collect bounties. Go home little girl, you're too precious to be an assassin."

"Oh, so you 're getting paid to kill me? Well, that's nothing new. Many have tried to kill after me." Dixie paused, analyzing the so-called 'assassin' "You can fight, but you are not an assassin. You don't have that level of skill to be one. I can tell just by looking at you." Her eyes narrowed, "So do yourself a favor, and get out of my sight, or you'll regret it."

"Oh, so yer my hitman...I mean hitwoman. But you look dated and from the 1940s luv. Have you see planes that can fly without a pilot? Lemme show ya..." The lad smirked very eagerly as he heard of the timeszone she hailed from. 

Pretty much a single one of his unmanned drones would be enough to invoke fear.

Several said drones were flying at Charlotte in fast speeds, all ready to strike. She had her back facing them, seeming to not even realize they were there. Then, suddenly parts of each drone broke off, sending them careening to the ground.
"Am I expected to fear such trivial devices?" Charlotte turned her head, dark blue eyes glowering at Robi ways away, a revolver in one ungloved hand with smoke coming from the tip. "Your bloodlust is primal and scatters your focus and your feelings. To call you an assassin is a joke." She spun around on her heel and aimed the gun at him.

Lucia was at the main corporate building; at the highest floor where the President's office was located. The youngest sibling had no choice to take her brother's place who had fallen ill with a stomach. Unfortunately her fathers had taken a Vacation with her mother so there was no time to get one of them back here.

It was quiet. Boring. Boorish. She had her legs laying on the desk, her back slouched against the comfortable office chair. She was filing her nails and humming to a song before she paused.

Someone was here. Or at least, someone is "here" for her.

There was a familiar aura eminating from a distance. Lucia was more aware than ever, but this feeling was awfully familiar. Was this an instinct that her father had as well? Lucia was very questionabke in regards to her demonic powers.

"Charlotte, darling!" She called out as if she woo'ed to her. This woman wasn't really in the building but she had the chills running down her spine as if she had a gun pointed straight at her at a complete different location. "Did your Daddy bring you here just because of what my daddy did to him?? If he really has some grudge going on I could just set him up a meeting just the two of them! It's not that hard, baby ♡"

Skip me!

@UnknownIrken That's actually a really good response, it's just that the OC above is supposed to assassinate your OC, not the other way around

"Eh??"

He wasn't even able to recall anything that had happened before, today seemed like a normal day, but... then whatever this was happened. Yes, being the Messenger of the Gods would probably be a dangerous job, given that you'd probably be delivering messages that requested for your death, but Hermes didn't think that one of the job dangers was getting assassinated. 

In fact, that was the last thing that'd ever cross his mind. All it took for him to realize that he was in danger was one look at the weapon in her hand; he tried to step back and run, but that probably wasn't an option... was it? He nervously held his sword in his hand, clearly shaking with dread. ...who would even send an assassin after a mere messenger, let alone a ten year old one? He knew it; he was most likely going to die, right here. He couldn't find it in himself to even get his weapon.

(Oh yeah to person below me... Hermes is actually pretty damn dangerous, try to keep that in mind!)

Alice laughs manically at the first assassination attempt. She realized his plot from the very beginning. He seemed a bit sloppy which was the reason why she was able to realize what was going on. As she scanned her opponent she came to the conclusion that it was an assassination attempt. Though she couldn't tell if he was hired or if it was a solo act. She did, however, figure out that this assassin wasn't human at all. Instead he was an immortal god.

"A god?! To kill ME?!" Her eyes grew wide with a psychotic smile spread across her face. The thought of an immortal being coming to kill her excited her greatly. "What have I done to deserve this pleasure?!" She shouts with a bit of a seductive tone. As much as she was a Sadist, the idea of being killed by someone with far greater abilities made her a bit masochistic. "Oh please tell me god, what have I done to you? And if this isn't your will, then whose is it?! Whom must I thank for this wonderful opportunity?!" She ran her hand along her left thigh until she felt for her knife that was hidden under her dress. "I need to thank that person for giving me this opportunity-" She whispered softly as her other hand caressed her face. "-this opportunity to FIGHT A GOD!" She shouted as she yanked the knife out of it's holster and ran towards Hermes. She continued to laugh uncontrollably and stare at Hermes with crazed eyes. She never felt so alive even though she was nearing her demise. She knew for a fact there was no way she'd be able to kill a god, but it didn't stop her from trying. The thought of giving up never came to her mind, it was a dog eat dog world after all. If she didn't try to defend herself then everything she's gone through would have been for nothing. Her abilities didn't work on him since he didn't have regular human blood, since blood held traces of water that she was able to control. This immortal obviously had ichor, a different type of blood that only gods' had which she couldn't control. She wanted to give it her all before she dies. Alice took advantage of this chance to actually fight a god. It was a chance to prove her skills and worth even though she knew she would lose. A god who had been hired to assassinate her. 'No way in fucking hell am I EVER going to let a god kill ME!' She thought as she ran straight into Hermes' path to meet her doom but not without a full on fight.

"Hooooaah!" A cry resounded across the abandoned quadrangle, sounding not unlike a stock voice clip from a 90s beat-em-up.

Every hair going pin-straight, Nameless whirled around, ghost senses on red alert. Behind them a disembodied stubbly head had materialised, quickly followed by a singular arm, the extent of which was completely uncovered by fabric and very well-muscled. "Who are you and what is the cause of your unrest!?" Nameless' hand sprang to the spool of thread in their pocket and the lighter in the other.

By the time the rest of Ice appeared, he was rubbing his eyes in bewilderment. "Were the coordinates off?" he exclaimed, glancing about. "This isn't Nameless' dimension!!"

Then his eyes narrowed on the bespectacled exorcist before him. "Or maybe...you thought I wouldn't recognise you in that getup! Is that you, Nameless?"

"Yes but—"

He puffed out his chest and thrust out his index finger in their direction. "Nameless! What an embarrassment you are!" he bellowed. "Did you think you could hide from me by taking the form of a nerd? For decades I have trained...bowed my head beneath waterfalls...spammed Down B...grinded for EXP...in preparation of this day! I hereby hire myself to bring you to your demise!"

Nameless backed away one step. "What are you, the ghost of obsolete game consoles?" Nameless flexed their fingers. "I'll have you know I know all the cheat codes, and I'm not afraid to use them!"

"No cheat code can save you…from this fist!"

Liquid Ice sprang. Clicking the lighter, Nameless began to draw a bright, burning seal in the air—

With the roar of wrath to rival that of one who has had to sit through the same cutscene for the 289th time, Ice burst through the flame…and did not melt.

Nameless' eyes widened with horror. No…they had drawn the sigil for the NES controller. Liquid Ice was not a Nintendo man!

"DIE!!"

"Nooooo! you've got the wrong person!" shrieked the wrong Nameless, as the fist connected with their head, knocking their soul clean out of their body.

Hero walks around in his kingdom, bored as always. It was just another day, until he heard the sound of a foot step running behind him. His head whips over behind him, and scans the room to find any person there. He walks quickly until he finds the individual who the footsteps came from. A assassin. 

"Ahhh, A assassin I see, eh?" He says, almost tauntingly. "I've definitely had a encounter like this before."

He sneaks behind them, and grabs the handle of his sword and slowly pulls it out.

"You seem like the risk taker, no? You should of thought about trying to kill me!" He smirks. "But hey, I'll give you mercy, only if you leave and never come back." He leans back, letting them make the choice. 

Earle turned his head to gaze at the stream of fire headed his direction. With the wave of one arm was he able to shoot the fire away. It wasn't a strong fireball, clearly meant more as a warning than an actual kill shot.
Green eyes gleamed in the direction where the attacker marched. "Ah, the ever-popular Fire King," noted Earle. "Attacking someone out of the blue is very unbecoming of you. I must say, you are not living up to your name. Have you abandoned caring about how your people will react?" Hero replied with nothing, instead shooting another ball of fire. Earle barely dodged it, narrowing his eyes. Perhaps this king had learned of his misdeeds to his kingdom, or perhaps his foolhardy grandson enlisted the man's help. Black electricity surged around Earle's hands, the energy enough to make his cape and hair sway slightly.
"Very well. Do not blame me for your foolish decision."