Chapter 37 - 37 Let The Evening Bell Toll (1/2)

Couple days passed since the Team started renting out the entire floor below Gray's and on more than one occasion, caught Kara, Cassie and Zatanna in his living room, once on the rooftop, enjoying his pool with the rest of the Team.

He didn't mind the presence of the Team as the longer he would spend with the teenagers, the more their suspicions would lower about the Pseudo-Servant.

He had already set some ground rules and moved his alcohol several times already to prevent any of the super-powered members of the Team from getting drunk like they did on the opening of his pitch to create the ”Akashic Academy”.

Thinking back to the previous day when he caught all the members of the Team using his pool Gray smiled a little and then rubbed his hands together evilly. It was their last day in New York as last night Kara told him that the League had summoned them

”It took three days for the the Justice League to summon them back. By the urgency of the message it seems something big is going to happen soon....”.

Gray knew that if the Justice League was gathering its forces in order to repel a threat to the Earth that he would have to prepare himself as well. Rider and Archer were itching for a battle against someone actually worthy of killing and Gunner and Saber wanted to retaliate if the threat was an extraterrestrial one.

One was an Anti-Anti Human Heroic Spirit the other the owner of a Conceptual Weapon that could kill immortal beings. What could go wrong?

The wind from Miss Martian's Bio-ship ruffled Gray's hair as it headed in the northerly direction. As the Martian ship flew further and further away from Gray, his smile grew wider and wider before a bright light came off his body covering him in an eerie black armor. A pitch black robe, darker than the night sky covered Gray's head and a bone-like mask covered his face, obscuring his looks from the outside world.

A deathly aura came off Gray's body as his figure vanished as he turned around. A similar figure appearing on a rooftop nearby as the memories from the Assassin Class Card came pouring into his mind.

He created the religious Sect known as the Hashashin, and was the judge, jury and executioner who carried out judgement in the name of Allah against those who dared to stray from the path. He bȧrėd a heavy great sword rather than fighting with hidden weapons and poisons, unlike his fellow Hassan.

His name lost to time, only becoming known as the ”Old Man of the Mountain”. He was both the original Hassan, as well as their King.

The Old Man of the Mountain walked a path similar to Mages. He walked on the boundary, the boundary between Life and Death. Becoming an existence who ”saw” death and reveled in it.

An evening bell tolled at his arrival. His presence marked the death of anyone who dared to stand against him.

”Can you hear it, the tolling of this bell? Your luck ends here. Accept the release of your soul. That is your last chance for a peaceful slumber as a human being.....”.

Gray let out a deep sigh as the memories of King Hassan flowed into his mind. The legendary ȧssassin which formed the bases for countless legends and tales, drew a remarkable resemblance to the League of Assassins from this universe.

The Old Man of the Mountain handed out judgement to those who had strayed from the path. It was a perfect Servant to use when dealing with the Empty Coffin Gang.

Being an Assassin Class Servant, formerly a Grand Servant, his innate Presence Concealment was second-to-none. Although his style of battle was usually fought out in the open, his title as King Hassan granted him all characteristics of a normal Assassin, despite his battle style.

In just a few minutes Gray had already reached a large nightclub in the basement of a sky rise building. Gray didn't even need to leave Manhattan to find the Empty Coffin Gang's hideout.

Even the League of Assassins, with all their skills and technology couldn't risk revealing themselves to the world by destroying a large-scale gang that was heavily based in New York of all places.

That and their were a few metahumans ȧssociated with the Gang, and it would take more than just a few ȧssassins to take care of half a dozen super-powered humans.

Gray watched as the summer sun slowly dipped over the horizon, materializing his shield and great sword, vanishing like a ghost in the breeze.

In the ears of the Empty Coffin members the sound of an evening bell tolled and a shiver went up their spines.

”We're under attack! Everyone get ready!”.