The Assassin, Death Toll

Hey everyone! Sorry for the delay but the holidays really took it out of me. Plus I've been debating about which member of the Guard to write up next. I thought about doing The Captains but since I mentioned DT in Stardust, I decided that he would be next. Now DT is a bit tricky because he initially starts out as an enemy of the Blood Guard. Did I mention that he didn't have a soul? Yeah, this is an important detail about this particular character because when he is granted a soul of his own...it creates a division. To be more precise, he is one of two personalities created by the sudden introduction of a soul to his physical form. Two halves of the same soul and thus creating two very different people. This post will only cover DT and his alter ego will be the the subject of the next post. Now for introductions!


The Assassin of the Blood Guard, Second in Command of the Chaos Brigade, The Punisher. He is Death Toll of the Assassination Corps and he is her Heartless.

Now anyone that has watched this anime or read the manga are undoubtedly screaming their heads off right now. Why because this is none other than Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun, also referred to as The Punisher. Now good ol' Nick here gets to have a split personality in the form of Death Toll and Preacher because I like poking at characters to see just how much I can do with said characters. In the anime, Wolfwood is a gun for hire, the founder of an orphanage in the city of December, and is considered to be the best friend of the legendary Vash the Stampede... both having very different views in regards to killing.

Now in the universe of the Blood Guard, he is born without a soul which already made him dangerous, but he also possessed a very unique gift referred to as empathic clarity. This gift garnered the attention of an organization called The Black Death Bell Toll Church, in the anime it is called The Eye of Michael. This organization gathered children with either great potential or unique abilities and trained them to become assassins, the ultimate killing machines. So...Nick is soulless and possesses empathic clarity...how does this translate to the art of killing? I'm stealing Sesshoumaru's title for this...The Killing Perfection.

The gift of empathic clarity allows Death Toll to use his opponent's emotions against them. How you may ask...by using said emotions to predict their every move with one hundred percent accuracy. Now this gift only works perfectly so long as he does not possess a soul. The reason is that once gaining a soul, his own emotions would hinder this special ability, oftentimes clouding or obscuring what he senses and thus allowing the possibility of misinterpretation. However, during his childhood and early adulthood, this wasn't an issue. He had a one hundred percent kill ratio, an absolutely flawless record, and not a single individual could defeat him or overcome his empathic clarity.

When his notoriety as the perfect killer hit a certain level, he was hired by a secret society for a very special mission...the elimination of the Blood Guard, more specifically to bring about the permanent demise of the Star Child. He accepted the job on the condition that the society would provide him with every bit of information they had on the Guard and their founder and to not get in his way. When asked why in regards to the information he requested, considering he never bothered doing research into any of his other targets, his answer was simple...the location and identities of the weakest or most vulnerable members of the Guard, whose deaths would inflict the most emotional damage to the Lady of the Blood Guard.

The society questioned him further and he simply stated that the easiest way to kill a woman as powerful as she was...attack her heart, blind her with grief, inflict terrible yet lasting pain, and turn her greatest strength into her greatest weakness. The Star Child was well known for her exceptional kindness and the deep bonds of love that she held with each and every member of the Guard. These bonds were her greatest strength, intensifying her powers while granting an increase in number for her Guard. By killing the weakest members, especially children and kindred spirits, it would send her into an emotional spiral of epic proportions and making it quite easy to predict her actions and ultimately leading her to her death. The society warned him of the ones known as The Prismata, but it was a moot point. What effected her would effect them as well.

Once attaining the information about the Blood Guard and his primary target, the killing perfection set out, sifting through the rather extensive records and ultimately discerning which members he should target first. Within the first month, he had massacred over a dozen villages that held ties to the Guard, leaving none alive. He didn't even bother to conceal his methodology and quite blatantly taunted the Blood Guard by leaving the bodies of the children on display in some rather gruesome and horrific ways. Three more months passed and he single handedly assassinated hundreds of the Guard's weaker members and yet his prey had still not revealed themselves. He was beginning to wonder if his Intel was faulty but after a rather brutal interrogation of some of the stronger members, he discerned that the Blood Guard was deliberately blocking the bonds the Star Child had with those on Sol side.

Death Toll had found this to be extremely inconvenient and simply started murdering all those that crossed his path. It didn't matter who they were; men, women, children, the elderly, infants, other races and creatures. All who had the misfortune of meeting him were slain, each one becoming more brutal than the last. Four years of constant killing, a never ending blood bath...that was how long it took before he crossed paths with the one person that the Star Child would most definitely feel dying, regardless of the machinations of her Guard. This individual was, in fact, a member of The Prismata and part of the inner circle that was in constant contact with his primary target.

Who was this incredibly unfortunate soul...the Third Mage of the Blood Guard and Magi of the Air, Van Yagami. The only reason why these two had crossed paths was due to the death of a young woman that Van had been teaching, his very first student as a mentor. Her death had not been quick or painless. The perfect killer that was Death Toll had forced the wind mage's student to suffer an extremely slow and painful death in the form of a demonic summoning ritual...it didn't actually summon a demon, it was just a means of murder that the assassin had yet to attempt and he had found the experience to be quite informative. By butchering Van's student, he incited the wrath of the Pathfinder resulting in the activation of the Stigma of the Wind, but because it had been activated by fury and the need for revenge, Van was much weaker than normal and the third mage died quite quickly but in excruciating agony.

The Star Child did indeed feel the death of her beloved pathfinder, but was restrained by all three Hollows, the Third and Fourth Captains, and the First and Second Sin of the Order of the Seven Deadly Sins. Van's body, along with his student's, was retrieved by the Archmage and the Druid King that had journeyed into the past for this very reason. The combined might of Merlin and his twin sister, Emrys, were able to successfully deflect and shield them from the killing perfection long enough to bring their fallen friends back to the Realm. Once their task was complete, they returned to the future. It was too late to save Van's student but the Star Child was able to save the Magi of the Air.

The First Sin of the Order and Sorceress of Creation, Esmer, took it upon herself to inform Her Ladyship of the events that had been occurring on Sol side for the last four and a half years; every death, every means, and the identity of the creature responsible. The Prismata honestly believed that this news was going to shatter her to pieces, but instead a sad smile graced her lips as she said it's time. The First and Second Sin, along with the Third and Fourth Captains, accompanied the Lady of the Blood Guard to Sol side. When asked about what she was going to do, the answer broke their hearts and flat out pissed off the Captains, but there was simply no other alternative.

'To defeat this man, I must seal away that which defines me...my heart. To ensure that such atrocities are never committed again, I must do something that I thought I would never do. I just hope that they can forgive me for this...there isn't another way and that hurts...My Captain, it will be up to you to stop me for you are the only person in the whole of creation that I will obey, but wait until both have been claimed.'

The soulless assassin made his way to a nearby cathedral, what was left of it at least. It was already in a state of decay but would serve nicely as the Star Child's final resting place. He had no intention of turning her remains over to the secret society that had hired him nor would he allow her body to fall into the hands of The Black Death Bell Toll Church. If they wanted what was left of her then they could retrieve her themselves. He was an assassin, not a delivery boy. His part would be over once his primary target had taken her last breath, never to rise again.

He may not have emotions but his brain still allowed for certain mental states which resulted in a rather perplexing conundrum. His primary target walked into the church yet his gift did not register a single emotion from her. They stood before one other for several hours, neither blinking nor moving at all. His eyes widened as she disappeared, his empathic clarity unable to locate her or predict her movements at all. He was getting the beat down of his life from the seemingly heartless woman yet on some deeper level, he knew that something was being pushed inside of him.

The cathedral began to collapse as he felt his first emotion...awe. He was in awe of her, he respected her, he was confounded by her lack of emotion, he marveled her technique and battle prowess...in his eyes, she was perfect; beautiful, brilliant, and ethereal. She was a smoking hot sex goddess of death and destruction. After a multitude of emotions, the one that would become known as Death Toll of the Blood Guard realized...he was in love...in love with the woman that quite literally handed him his ass and sent him flying out of the crumbling church, making him bounce and skid across the arid ground and kicking up a fair bit of dust along the way.

She did not hesitate to follow and she pinned him to the ground, her left hand firmly grasping his neck in a vice grip. Her other hand grabbed his left hand and he cried out in pain as the back of his hand started burning...like he was being branded by a red hot cattle prod. That's when he felt a second consciousness being formed within him and it was being forced to the surface. When this second personality took center stage, her hands changed positions, her right hand gripping his hair and forcing him to expose his neck while her left hand grabbed his right hand and the scorching brand like pain erupted on the back of said hand.

Death Toll didn't really remember much of what happened but he did know that his other self was getting the crap beat out of him and he tried to take control but the smoking hot sex goddess forced him back inside. He did not become fully aware of his surroundings until a scorching pain emanating from his right hand made itself known and he could feel the brat trying to stay in control of their shared body. When he finally relinquished control, his eyes changed colors.

The first thing he saw was the glorious gorgeous goddess and he felt her emotions with his empathic clarity. He couldn't help himself and he pinned her to the closest flat surface he could find which was a wall, his body pressed fully against hers. When she giggled, her eyes had sparkled with mirth and a gentle fondness. By the stars, this woman truly was a goddess to him and so he worshipped her like one. He claimed her body again and again, positively drunk with her presence and the deep well that was her emotions. 

He was completely captivated by the depth and intensity of her emotions. He had never felt anything remotely close to what he had found within her heart and he was honestly surprised when he sensed such strong, positive emotions directed towards him and his alter ego. He could feel it...she loved them, had always loved them, and he knew that she always would. This revelation made him be particularly rougher with her and he pushed her well beyond her physical limits which did result in her passing out from extreme acute exhaustion, but it was so totally worth it.

He finally noticed the cross shaped weapon laying on a nearby table, the brat's memories floating through his mind...the Punisher. The man known as Death Toll picked up the weapon, absolutely loving the design and feel. Personally tailored just for him...them...hm, a weapon meant for the love sick puppy that was his alter ego...who was currently swearing up a storm and yelling at him for how he had treated the smoking hot sex goddess. As he tested each function of the Punisher, he allowed the puppy to have an open connection so that they could communicate and he gave him his word that the only harm he would ever inflict on their goddess would be what she wanted him to do to her...specifically stating that he would not murder the woman that had made them her bitch...to which his alter ego had mentally face palmed.

Death Toll, more commonly known as DT, honestly didn't give a crap about anyone outside of his smoking hot sex goddess. The puppy eventually allowed others into his heart, starting with the little plant boy then others kept popping up. It drove DT up the wall, he honestly hated all these people...plant boy made for a good drinking buddy when he got older though so not a complete waste. Millennia passed before he crossed paths with someone that actually made his sex goddess squeal like a rabid fan girl and loved chaos even more than he did. It helped that his favorite redhead was practically super glued to the newcomer...the look on their face was priceless....like no one had ever reacted to them the way she did...and the identity of this mysterious individual that held such sway over him and his sex goddess....*points below*.

Oh yeah, I went there. Say hello to the leader of the Chaos Brigade and is essentially Death Toll's best friend, Missy and yes, this is the one from the Whoniverse. More on her and Meta at a later date. Anyways, on this lovely little bombshell, I'm gonna end it here. Up next is the other half of the equation, Preacher...and a bit more about a certain little plant boy. Seeya!