My feet land with a smack as I vault the wall and I jump to the other side. I push myself forward, running as if I had a rabid dog at my heels, the muscles in my legs are pumping, holding so much tension and force it feels like they're burning. Then I stop.

"It's just not good enough tori, have you been training in your free time?"

Free time. Not so free.

"Every night, Sir." I pant while wiping away the sweat running down the bridge of my nose.

"These times are pathetic. We should pick someone else for the assassination. The demons will laugh if you so much as look at them" He spits.

I swallow feeling a sting in my chest. I was meant for this, trained for this.

He tuts and turns to leave, "do better tori."

I puff out my cheeks and grab my water bottle. Sir, as he request we call him, was a stone cold fucker.

He sported a military buzz cut and a stern expression. I had only seen him smile once, and it was when the organisation hatched the plan to take down the demon king, and the entire devildom with him.

The 'organisation' being what this hellish training is all about. We are assassins, but not just a "Pay to play" kind of deal. Only our lower level recruits killed people for money, mafia bosses, perverts, anyone you wanted as long as you paid. Our weapons didn't discriminate.

But the organisations main goal was much bigger. So big infact it affected other realms. Here we believed that humans are the ruling species, unlike demon scum who lived in the devildom below. Why are they scum you ask? I'm afraid I don't know, it's been drummed into me from day one to just agree and not ask questions.

The only demons I'd ever met are the captures. Or as Sir would call them "target practice". How could we take down the major rulers without experience?

And so a plan was hatched, send a female to win their affection, murder them all. Sounds simple. But apparently not, the training has been gruelling and as I step into my shower at the dorms I can feel it has taken its toll on my body.

I get out and wrap myself in a towel, I wipe steam off the mirror to see myself. I take in the bruises on my ribs from combat training and curse. Is this really any way to live?

Yes. It was. It had to be.

There's no alternative, I grip the counter with both hands and stare at myself in the glass.

"I can do this. I'll kill them all." I promise myself.