This story contains intense mature scenes such as gore, sexual contents and cuss words. This story is also a dark romance, keep in mind. Trigger warning too.

Chapter one

Shinsuke(紳助) Gin'iro(銀色 the Japanese mythology A Japanese mythological spirit that originated in Japan, the 1800's as a way to cleanse the evil out of blasphemers, or those that met their definition of evil in Japan 1800's.

During those times they would tie the blasphemer down to the ground, tie a rope made of thorns and thatch around the blasphemer, or "evil one" and drop strands of crow feather inside the thorns and thatch woven circle. With incense lit around the area they would call out Shinsuke Gin'iro (or in some myths they would call the spirit the Silvered helper) thrice and then leave the victim.

After sometime the legends say Shinsuke Gin'iro appears after the incense is burnt out before their victims. They appear in a black cloak, and in some myths they appear with a silver mask on their face, and others their face is covered in silver.

Then they would ask the victim; "The red rose or a kiss?" ("Akai bara ya kisu?/赤いバラやキス?). If the victim doesn't answer his question, he would ask the question again, and if the victim still doesn't answer Shinsuke would ask again. Legend says if the victim doesn't answer after asking three times, Shinsuke would pull out the knife called the Kurai (dark, dark-natured) and slit the neck of the victim until the neck no longer carries the head. Shinsuke would leave the head, but the soul would belong to Kurai.

Now if the victim was to answer; "The rose." The thorns from the woven circle would encircle around the victim, bursting in and out of their skin until they were soaked in the color of the red rose, and once their dead rose flower would grow from their body. If the victim chose "A kiss." Legend say Shinsuke would give them a kiss which in the old myth was said to be 'Shi no kisu' (死のキス) 'the kiss of death'. The kiss would suck the life out of the victim until only a husk remained of their bodies. But if the "evil one" in question was accused, and not worthy of the slur upon them Shinsuke Gin'iro would not appear at all, and the guilty would be proven innocent.

Nineteenth century

Julian Agosti- the Mafian father of the Italian Mafia, and a vampire born of the six generation of high borns. The vampiric Mafian lord of one of the holy Trinity had also established himself as a separate army for the vampire king over the years. As a vampire born in a high born family who'd lost all of their wealth Julian is the envy and fear of many vampires for having risen from grace to grass.

The silver haired guest allowed a closed lipped smile on his face that didn't say much but the look in his eyes sang a thousands songs.

Thud!!

The silver haired boy dropped his entwined fingers on his laps while keeping his stare at Julian. He nodded, then flicked his black eyes at the room with endless shouting. The shouts of a woman in immense pain, smacking here and there, and also the sound of men groaning and moaning in pleasure.

He managed to pull his black eyes away and turned back to the blood red eyed man in power in front of him with the most indecipherable expression. Opening his mouth to speak he smacked them back into place when a woman barged out of the room Julian came out of.

The tall brunette ran out stark ***** with one swollen eye, almost chewed off blood red nipples and blood rolling down from her mouth, her ***-hole, and her vagina. Her hands shook as she pointed the bloody knife in her hand from Julian to the other men in the room.

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A big hand easily wrapped around her feeble neck and with the strength of a vampire one of Julian's big men pulled her off the ground from behind without her seeing it coming.

She croaked out as the tanned hand squeezed her weak neck, before moving to wrap around her ribs.

She continued shouting at impossible volumes when the big vampire began to pull her back into the room and in the heat her knife fell from her hand. She vibrated, and her eyes flickered towards the silver haired stranger in the room.

She carried on continuously fighting back from being pulled into the room, and at the end of the day another man punched her hard on her face and she gave out, unconscious.

They pulled her back into the room whilst Julian fixed his belt buckle. He cleared his throat and assumed a friendly smile at his silver haired friend.

Julian chuckled.

Shinsuke Gin'iro- the silvered haired boy at the other side of the table joined in on the chuckle, a little more quietly than Julian as his eyes got busy scanning the room.

The Japanese boy replied in the quietest of tones, resting those bottomless black eyes of his on the young boy behind Julian.

He'd counted only six men in the room with Julian and wondered how many more were around the château.

He added a small bow.

Six men, and a boy here. He thought of taking an unsuspecting once over at the little dark haired boy behind Julian. The boy was wearing an expensive long sleeve, and his dark hair was let up into a ponytail. He looked eighteen at most, with a delicate up-long face, eyes black, and glossy pink lips.

The boy was human unlike the lowlife vampires in the room and looked utterly terrified behind Julian with his hands behind his back. Six men, subtract the boy. Shinsuke noted in his head.

Julian complimented in Italian.

Shinsuke took the compliment even though he could sniff the ulterior motives from a mile away. For centuries men had tried to weasel their way from the fate they'd resign to the trickster spirit. For centuries those men had all died.

Julian cracked into laughter, looking to his men with a command to join in his eyes. They all got the message and began laughing as well.

Shinsuke continued.

That silenced the Mafian father immediately.

Julian cleared his throat, and brought his hands on the table. His green eyes gave away his running nerves and fear.

As if he didn't hear the first time.

Shinsuke humored him as he had humored the others before him.

Money? Shinsuke blinked, sitting up straight and staring ahead at Julian. There were many things in this world that Shinsuke Gin'iro wanted. There were many things he'd do to get them, and money definitely wasn't one of the things he wanted.

Centuries upon centuries men had mistaken his intentions. They thought they could somehow escape the fate of the victims of Shinsuke Gin'iro, but there was no escaping him. 

Bad bad people always thought they could get rid of him when he came knocking down their doors, but like the grim reaper once you signed yourself to him and received a gift from the killer spirit there was no going back. There was only death and now Julian Agosti is about to find that out.

Julian paled at the statement

The outburst had Shinsuke shoving his head aback.

Shinsuke couldn't help the small smirk on his pale face. He loved this part the most. They always proved stubborn.

Julian slammed his hand on his wood carved table. The boy behind jerked, and subconsciously held his cheek as if in a daze.

Somehow Julian thought it was wise to look into Shinsuke's bottomless black eyes. It didn't take more than a second for the Italian Mafia to avert his eyes away realizing what he was staring into weren't eyes but a pit that carried the chill of death.

Shinsuke abruptly stood.

He barged out of the office, marking every single guard outside the office. His expression showed pure evil when he pulled out a cigarette from his jean pocket. The stick lit in it's own accord when he placed it in front of his lips.

Drag one,

Drag two,

Drag three,

They always tried to stop him but never knew they were falling into his trap. Nobody takes from Shinsuke Gin'iro and does not expect a string on their necks to choke the shit out of them.

You don't summon the myth and ask for his favor without the penalty. Everything had a penalty and Julian Agosti would pay him this day. A smile appeared on his face as the yelling became louder, and the guards followed his pace, yelling after him. Like the silly lambs they were, they were entertaining him and he loved it almost as much as he loved the kill.

His pace hastened like a lost damsel and as the Knight in shiny armani the guard followed with the same pace. Shinsuke quickly threw the cigarette on the ground and took a turn.  The guard after him took a turn with him. It came like lightning and unexpected when a hand pushed the vampire guard against a wall, and placed a small hand on his mouth.

Said the small man with silver hair before the guard could do anything. There was a blade slicing his neck and taking his head off.

Shinsuke Gin'iro, the killer spirit slit his neck, and took his head off. The killer spirit held a black knife with a stone carved end, and a black stainless steel. Blood drizzled down on the silver mask now on his face, his silver waist length hair, and blue hoodie.

He peeked his head from the turn to the line of guards in the hall, and chucked his knife back on the strap around his thigh.

A guard yelled in Italian, all of them pointing their guns at him.

He was silenced a black knife embedded in the side of his throat.

The monster had come out yo play with his little lambs

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And that's a wrap for chapter one. I think it's a little short but I think it's a fair read. Till next week Thursday for the next chapter.