The alleys of New York city are one of my favorite places to be. I smiled as I observed the people. It was at times like this that showed human nature at its best. Addicts doing everything for the next fix, or people chasing the most addicting substance of all, money.

The city had become more chaotic, which had its ups and downs. When the first demigods arrived the people of the world expected them to behave like the superhero’s in the comic books, but even demigods couldn’t resist greed. I especially liked the demigods who joined the underground. Just thinking about how the Argentinian demigods had collapsed the Argentinian economy made my blood boil. Hundreds of thousands of people died and millions tried to immigrate in Colombia and Brazil fearing starvation.

Unfortunately it also became an example on how stealing too much too soon was not a smart move, destroying the country’s economy would affect everyone in the long run. Over the years the gangs had found a way to keep the balance, they would steal enough to get rich and in turn the government would turn a blind eye. Off course if people heard my conspiracy theory they would call me a lunatic, but they were calling me a lunatic anyway.

I had to do my best to see the buildings in front of me because of the heavy rain but I didn’t mind, I don’t know why but the rain and thunder relaxes me. Finally, I found the internet café I had heard about that didn’t ask for identification as long as you have the money.

I entered the building, my eyes scanning the room with an observant gaze. It was small, almost miniscule. It nearly lacked the bare necessities to even call it a café. The whole building looked like it had not been cleaned in years, except the coffee maker and a vending machine neatly lined up the walls.

Do those even work? I'm not completely sure.

The smell of cigarettes wafted throughout the room like a persisting stain. I ignored the smell and located the employee. I frowned at the sight.

If the building wasn't suspicious enough already, the occupants inside only made the image worse. Scruffy hair, an unkempt beard along with clothes befitting that of a burglar barred his way towards the rooms. He eyed me with suspicion.

I ignored the stare as I walked towards him. The stares are a common thing if you're from here, even I would look at anyone that entered this place with at least a shred of caution.

"A room." It didn't take long for me to get to business. I dropped a wad of cash towards the wooden desk between us. I stared straight at the man's widened eyes. "I don't have all day."

His shaky hands snatched the money. The greed in his eyes were palpable. He flipped through each bill with dexterous yet hasty skill. The man pursed his lips before nodding his head. He took a key from his pockets and tossed it. "The room's on your left."

With nimble hands that surprised even myself, I caught it. I gave a quick nod before moving towards my destination.

It didn't take long for me to enter and it didn't take long for me to know my next move.

Information gathering. If I want to survive, I must learn the events of the world. I do not know how long I've been away from the mortal realm. Days, weeks, months, even years could have already past.

Traveling without knowledge is suicide, no matter what kind of demigod-like powers you have. If you don't have a plan then you are practically dead.

I closed the door and locked it without preamble. I knew that locking a door, especially in a 'reputable' place like this, wouldn't do much but it would give me time. Time that could spell the difference between getting caught with my pants down or at least making one last sacrifice.

I scanned my newest home. I frowned at the clutter that littered the floor. If the reception was small then their rooms can be considered minuscule. The mattress that filled the volume of this wooden cage covered with half the room.

It wasn't pretty but it was enough. My eyes, blessed with the supernatural powers of the divine, easily spotted the laptop that was hidden within the blankets.

Why a laptop is available in a trashy room like this, I'm not completely sure. Why anyone didn't even think of stealing it could be anyone's guess. It could be because the security is tighter than one would expect. I didn't care. It's here and that's all that matters.

I grabbed the laptop and quickly checked the date.

"…"

It's been three weeks since I died. I frowned at the news. At this point, people would still be talking about my killing spree. While better than waking up years after my death, I was hoping for a couple more weeks at least.

While the event is cooling down, the security is still high and on alert.

That's not optimal but I could manage. My eyes scanned the screen as I continued searching for world events. Any news could assist me in the future.

I paused at a title.

'The Aftermath of the Community bank Massacre.'

I narrowed my eyes at the words. There is no doubt in my mind that it is referring to my actions. I couldn't help but hover over the article. This could answer several questions that I've been wondering about. What happened after my death? How did I impact the world?

I clicked it.

I blinked as a video popped into the screen. I played it. Noise buzzed through my ears as I watched the recording.

"Constant News here and we've just received a report that a massacre has just happened nearby a New York Community bank. We're receiving information that the killer entered inside the bank approximately at 10:30 PM and proceeded to brutally murder every innocent civilian inside." The reporter frowned at the news as he continued displaying the information.

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Another voice entered through the screen. A woman appeared, focused yet focused yet cautious expression painted her face. "This is simply horrible. Who would do such a thing?"

"We're about to find out." The man waved at a familiar figure in the distance. I frowned at the image of the gray clothed demigod. The prominent blindfold was displayed for all to see.

Flashes of light barraged the man as he strode through the crowd with envious ease. The flashing cameras were all ignored. The blindfold must have helped.

Questions soon broke out at once.

The Constant News reporter asked with haste and authority. "Blind Assassin, can we have a moment of your time."

"Sure, why not." The demigod waved his hand in approval. Despite the evident sarcasm in his tone, it didn't take long for the crowd to pounce on the chance.

"Do you know the identity of the man who killed these victims?"

"We identified the murderer as Chrys Mors."

"What was his motive?" It didn't take long for another question to replace the old. If there's anything I would commend them on, it would be their efficiency.

"As of right now, we believe it to be of suicidal nature. We're not ruling out the possibilities of a possible terrorist attack or a cult related incident."

"What could possibly force a man to do such a thing?"

"We do not know." The demigod shrugged. "As of right now, we're investigating every possibility. We'll learn everything about our killer. We simply do not know the full story."

"Do you have anything to say towards the millions of scared families at home watching this?"

The demigod's lips turned into a straight line. "We are doing all we can to learn more about the situation. We are tightening the security inside our city and all forces are on high alert even though the man in question is already dead. You all have nothing to worry about. Not a single crime will go unpunished and this one is no different."

I paused the video as I pondered the new information.

They are investigating my past. That could be a problem in the future and with the story trending, it would be difficult for me to maneuver through the city. Fortunately, they hadn’t shown a resent picture of me yet simply because I hadn’t taken one.

‘I have a limited amount of time. I'm going to have to use it to the best of my ability.’

Without pause, I continued my plan. A god has chosen me. Turned my mortal body into a divine construct of unimaginable power.

I've been blessed yet cursed with life and was granted a mission that I must accomplish.

I cannot deny a god of his demands, especially when its request is something that I specialize in. It’s the only chain that links a demigod to a nigh mortal state. They may have abilities beyond what most scientists can comprehend but they get chained by the orders of their gods.

I am no different.

I felt great pressure as I typed in the name of Sandra Price. Killing her was my only priority and it was the only thing on my mind.

This was the first god had asked me for something and failing was not an option. The only thing that scared me more than disappointing god was internal life.

It didn’t take long for me to find her, there were ton of articles about her, they wrote about how great of a person she is and how she is an example to all the other demigods. Saying that she could heal any wound would be an understatement, there were articles about how she could recreate missing limbs and heal anyone who was still breathing. The only problem was that these sources were not reliable and further research needed to be done.

With every word I read I felt more hate, she was the embodiment of everything I was against and she even had the audacity to deny god what was rightfully his. It gave me pleasure to think I had the opportunity to sacrifice her.

I started gathering as much information as I could, where does she works, what her interests are if she has any family or even a best friend. I soon found out that it was not going to be easy, her ability had made her the target of some big legal and illegal organizations.

Demigods, unlike how they are write about in the media have limits and no matter how gifted she is she can only help a handful of people every day before she runs out of power. One of the latest articles talked about how the underground organizations had tried to abduct her as she was working in the hospital that’s named after her, but the New York hero association had saved her and even killed one of them which had caused another problem. Its situations like this that make underground organizations not stay in the underground, it’s a real possibility they are going to strike back which means she is under constant protection.

My could feel my body shake with excitement as I stared at the screen in front of me. I have killed a lot of people, but assassination is not one of my specialties. Let’s just say I always went with quantity instead of quality. This felt like a challenge, a kill to be proud of.

She is not someone I can just grab and kill, she has connections and is protected by one of the most powerful organizations in the city, the New York hero association. I got up and went for a walk to clear my head. I noticed a gas station not far away and bought some cigarettes. It’s the only guilty pleasure I have and it relaxes me. Besides, living long enough to get lung cancer scares me more than cancer itself.

I found a small store and used most of the money I had to cut my hair and buy an old suit, so I could blend in. I had to test the waters, was I going to be recognized, would they call the police even though I was announced dead weeks ago

Deep in thought about my next move I walked towards the Sandra Price hospital, I need to see the building for myself so I can make a plan. “excuse me, do you know which bus goes to the Sandra Price hospital?” I asked a young girl who was walking towards me with a vigilant eye. She didn’t look like she came from this parts, I didn’t know if she was taking a shortcut home or visiting a friend but frankly I didn’t care, I could take her down if she recognized me. I had passed two people before but I needed someone young to test my theory.

“There is a bus station two blocks down, I think its bus number 51, one leaves every 15 minutes,” she said hastily while walking past me as she almost hit me with her umbrella.

I smiled trying to make sure I looked her in the eyes, I looked for fear and the only look I got was of annoyance. I chuckled, I had this effect on a woman. This is what you get when you have a generation of feminized men who can’t even look a woman in the eyes, situations where something as simple as eye contact is seen as hitting on someone.

I reached the bus station and waited for the bus to arrive, I had already exited the bad parts of town and the amount of people surrounding me had tripled. One small experiment was not enough to make sure that I was save, I was hesitant about what to do next, one noisy old woman who wants to talk about her five cats and I had to kill everyone in the bus, fun, but not the plan.

The bus turned the corner of the street and almost didn’t stop so I could get on. There were only two people inside including the driver, he didn’t even look at me as he was waiting for me to enter. I put my last dollar on the counter and walked past him towards the end of the bus.

I have to admit that my choice of clothing is proving to be the wrong one, years of always being invisible have not prepared me for this. I need something to cover my face but wearing a hat with a suit only makes it worse.

As I was taking mental notes about what to do differently next time I saw the hospital appear in the corner of my eye. I got out on the next stop and began scouting the place carefully making sure not to get caught by the cameras. Luckily it was still raining so there were not a lot of people around.

It was not hard to believe that it was the second biggest hospital in the city, it was so immensely big I couldn’t see the end of it from where I was standing. The hospital existed out of multiple apartments that had at least fifty floors each. The building had one main entrance for visitors but it had a parking lot and private entrances at every building that staff used.

Just as I was thinking of calling it a day I saw a middle-aged security guard exiting one of the buildings. His cloths were filthy and he looked like he hadn’t taken a shower in weeks. He ran to the small mom and pap store on the other side of the street while holding his pants up which was clearly two sizes too big. As he exited the store I saw him drinking something hidden inside a paper bag, alcohol!

I decided to follow him which was not that hard, he couldn’t be any slower. He could be of use to me, I had seen a lot of people like this, so desperate for more drinks that he would rather walk home and use his bus fare on alcohol.

It didn’t take long for him reach an old building not far from the hospital, I carefully followed him upstairs and watched him fail to put the key in the keyhole multiple times before he finally succeeded. I was thinking about what to do next as he unexpectedly stormed into the hall clearly fighting with a middle-aged woman who properly was his wife. The two shouted curses at each other from one side of the hall to the other without trying to keep their voices down, they had done this before.

‘I should introduce myself, he looks like he can use a friend.’