I am the assassin known as the Goddess of Death.

Many know of my existence, yet not one would believe if I told them it was me.

Not that I would blame them, my appearance and demeanor screams the opposite of an assassin's.

My face is perfect, my eyes is mesmerizing, my smile is angelic, my voice is melodic, my presence is soothing.

But it always slip from their minds that, that is also why I'm called the Goddess of Death.

Before me, everyone probably thinks that way. Until that moment after I killed them that is.

They could be the most notorious criminal for all I care. They would still die with a smile of content at the sight of me smiling at them, even with the weapon on my hand visible.

It's a gift and I embraced it. Along with my other skills and abilities.

Not capable of being alert. Not being afraid. Sometimes that's actually the scariest thing.

That's why I always put my guard up.

I conceal my appearance and identity. I cover my face with a mask that only reveal my eyes. I wear a cloak, hiding myself from prying eyes.

So my past will not come and haunt me.

I am the Goddess of Death, Morté Donatia.