Hitman with a Badass System

Sabrina was in a state of shock as she looked up to see her mother standing before her with a sword in her hand. Her mother's appearance was transformed as she stood there, her hair disheveled and her clothes covered in blood. The black blades of the sword glinted in the dim light, and the blood of the vampire trickled down the sword, staining it red.

The headless body of the vampire twitched on the ground as Sabrina struggled to take in what had just happened. The room was filled with the metallic smell of blood, the stench of death and decay, and the sickly sweet odor of the vampire's flesh.

Sabrina could hardly believe that her mother, the gentlewoman who had always been her rock, had just slain a powerful vampire with ease. The image of her mother, standing there like a warrior, her sword dripping with blood, was seared into Sabrina's mind.

The shock of the moment left Sabrina trembling and unable to speak. She didn't know what to do or what to say. All she could do was stare at her mother, trying to reconcile the woman she knew with the fearless warrior who stood before her.

As Sabrina looked at her mother holding the blood-stained sword, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shock and disbelief. Her mother, who she always thought of as gentle and sweet, seemed like a completely different person at that moment. It was almost as if she had been transformed into a fierce warrior, ready to do whatever it took to protect her family.

But Sabrina couldn't forget the memories of her mother's gentleness, the moments when she tucked her into bed at night and read her bedtime stories. Or the times when they baked cookies together and laughed as they made a mess in the kitchen.

She remembered the time when she was seven and had a nightmare. Her mother stayed up with her all night, holding her until she fell asleep. And the time when she tried to fly on top of a sword and fell down, her mother stayed with her and cleaned her wounds while singing her favorite song.

These memories flooded Sabrina's mind, making her feel like she was in a dream. She couldn't reconcile the sweet memories with the fierce warrior standing before her, holding a sword drenched in blood. It was like seeing two completely different sides of her mother.

As Sabrina continued to stare in shock, the room smelled of blood, and the twitching of the vampire's headless body on the ground created an eerie atmosphere. But Sabrina's mind was too preoccupied with the image of her mother as a fierce warrior, the one who just saved her life, and the one who she could always trust to keep their family safe no matter what.

Unbeknownst to Sabrina, Ethan had revealed Diana's true identity as Harriet Hunt to her almost a year ago when she had returned from the Southern continent after being kidnapped by the vampires. But Samuel had erased those memories from her mind. And when Emelda had accidentally spilled the truth again, Samuel had wiped her memories once more. However, this time, Sabrina was left without Samuel to erase her memories again.

When the room fell silent, Sabrina stared at her mother in shock. She had never seen this side of her before. The black sword in her hand seemed like an extension of her arm, dripping with the blood of the fallen vampire. The scent of death and decay lingered in the air, mixing with the metallic smell of blood.

"Take your brother and stay close to me," Diana commanded Sabrina, but Sabrina was too stunned to follow her mother's orders.

Before Sabrina could process what was happening, another group of undead and a vampire barged into the room. The mindless undead rushed into the room with no awareness of what had happened, but the vampire leading them was taken aback by the sight before him. The vampire's eyes widened in shock at the sight of his comrade's decapitated head. Sabrina tried to gather herself and reach for her sword but was too slow. In a split second, Diana lunged at the group, the black sword gleaming in the dim light of the room.

The vampire and undead were caught off guard by Diana's sudden attack, but they quickly recovered and started to fight back. Sabrina watched in awe as her mother fought with the agility and strength of a seasoned warrior. But the odds were against her, and she was outnumbered.

Sabrina tried to gather her wits and reach for her sword, but the shock and the sight of her mother in battle made her movements slow and clumsy. She saw her mother surrounded by the undead and the vampire, her black sword moving with blinding speed. Sabrina could hear the clash of swords and the growls of the undead, but it all seemed distant, like a dream.

As Diana lunged forward with her black sword, she moved with such grace and precision that it seemed almost supernatural. Her movements were swift and deadly as she sliced through the undead with ease. Her blade glinted in the flickering light of the torches as she moved, leaving a trail of blood and gore in her wake.

The vampire was caught off guard by Diana's sudden attack, and for a moment, he hesitated. But Diana showed no mercy, and she charged forward with a fierce determination. The vampire tried to dodge her attacks, but Diana was too quick for him. With a deft swing of her sword, she sliced through the vampire's neck, decapitating him in one swift motion.

The vampire's headless body collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud, and blood gushed from the wound in a grotesque fountain. The undead, confused and disoriented by the sudden attack, stumbled about blindly, but Diana was relentless. She sliced through them with ease, each swing of her sword sending limbs and torsos flying through the air.

As the last of the undead fell to the ground, Diana stood in the middle of the carnage, her black sword dripping with blood. Sabrina watched in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She had never seen her mother like this, and the sight was both terrifying and exhilarating.

In that moment, Diana seemed like a different person altogether. Her eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and her face was twisted into a grimace of determination. She was like a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding.

For a moment, there was silence in the room, broken only by the sound of Sabrina's ragged breathing. Then, slowly, Diana turned to face her daughter. The black blade of her sword gleamed in the flickering light, and Sabrina couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Get your brother," Diana's voice boomed through the room like a fierce storm that made Sabrina's bones shiver. It was a far cry from the gentle and soothing voice Sabrina was used to hearing. Without wasting any time, Sabrina rushed to Noah and cast a simple spell, causing an invisible hand to lift him into the air, close to her gently.

"Mother,"

As they stepped outside the door, Sabrina tried to question Diana, but her mother was already charging forward, her sword gleaming under the dim light. Sabrina followed behind her, her mind racing with questions. What was happening? Why was her mother wielding a black sword? And who was she really?

After exiting the room, Sabrina and Diana found themselves in a narrow hallway that smelled of damp stone and musty air. The hallway was dimly lit, and the walls were lined with torches, casting a flickering orange light. The floor was made of worn stone bricks that were uneven and slippery. The hallway led to a narrow staircase that wound its way up to the rooftop of the castle.

As they walked, they could hear the sound of shuffling footsteps coming from the other end of the hallway. Sabrina could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that the undead hoard and vampires were on the other side of the hallway and walking toward them. But Diana stood between Sabrina and the undead with her sword in her hand, ready to fight.

The sound of footsteps grew louder, and Sabrina could hear the hiss of vampires as they approached. The flickering torches cast ominous shadows on the walls, making it difficult to see what was coming. Sabrina tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't help feeling a surge of fear as the footsteps grew closer.

Diana's grip on her sword tightened as the undead and vampires approached. Sabrina could see the determination in her mother's eyes as she stood her ground. Despite the overwhelming odds, Diana remained calm and composed.

The undead and vampires were almost upon them now, their moans and hisses growing louder with each passing moment. Sabrina's heart was pounding in her chest as she trailed behind her mother, her mind racing with questions about Diana's true identity. But before she could even voice them, Diana turned to her with a steely gaze and issued a chilling command.

"Stay behind me, and don't try to be a hero," she said in a cold, commanding tone.

The hoard of undead and vampires rushed toward them, their growls echoing through the narrow hallway. Sabrina could feel the ground shaking beneath her feet as they drew closer. To her shock, her mother's hair color began to change before her eyes, transforming from golden to raven black. Her gentle mother was no longer recognizable as she stood tall and fierce, her white robes now replaced with black armor. A long black coat draped over her armor, making her appear even more intimidating. Sabrina couldn't believe her eyes as she watched her mother transform into a warrior right before her very eyes.

Sabrina couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother, who she had always known as a gentle and nurturing figure, now stood before her in a black armor and raven black hair, resembling the famous Harriet Hunt. It was a shock that left Sabrina stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening. Despite the striking resemblance to the legendary Harriet Hunt, Sabrina couldn't bring herself to believe that her mother was Harriet Hunt. The shock of seeing her mother in such a different light was overwhelming, and Sabrina could feel her thoughts swirling in confusion.

As Harriet dashed towards the hoard of undead and vampires, her swords glinted in the dim light of the hallway. The undead and vampires rushed at her, snarling and hissing, their teeth and claws bared. Harriet met them head-on, swinging her sword with deadly precision, cutting down the undead and vampires one by one. The smell of blood filled the air as she waded through the horde, her black armor and long black coat swishing behind her.

The fight continued as Sabrina watched in awe as her mother fought with unmatched skill and agility. Suddenly, another black sword appeared in Harriet's hand, and Sabrina realized her mother was duel wielding her swords. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the hallway as Harriet parried the attacks of the undead and vampires, striking back with deadly accuracy.

Blood spattered the walls and floor as Harriet's swords sliced through flesh and bone. The undead and vampires were relentless, but Harriet was a force to be reckoned with. Sabrina could see the resemblance between her mother and Harriet Hunt, the famous vampire hunter, and it shocked her to the core. She couldn't believe that her own mother had such a dark and dangerous past.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Harriet fought on, her swords a blur of motion as she cut through the hoard of undead and vampires. Sabrina watched in horror as her mother took hit after hit, but Harriet never faltered. She fought with a determination and ferocity that Sabrina had never seen before, and it filled her with both awe and fear.

As Diana fought the hoard of vampires and undead, she took several hits from their sharp claws and teeth. Blood trickled down her face, and her armor was covered in gore, but she refused to back off. Her sword flashed through the air as she took down vampire after vampire, her movements fluid and precise.

Despite the brutal hits she took, Diana kept fighting with all her strength. The vampires were fast and agile, but she was even faster. She dodged their attacks with ease and countered with deadly precision, slashing through their flesh and severing limbs. The undead were slower, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming. Diana fought them off with her swords, striking them down one by one.

But as the fight continued, Diana began to tire. Her movements slowed, and she started to take more hits. Despite the pain, she refused to give up. She fought on, her swords dancing in the air as she battled the hoard with everything she had.

Diana felt the pain of every hit from the vampires and the undead. But instead of retreating, she roared like a lioness and fought back even harder. Her black swords glimmered in the dimly lit hallway as she struck the undead and vampires with deadly precision. She kept fighting, her eyes burning with a fierce determination to protect her family.

As more and more undead and vampires came at her, Diana's movements became more fluid, and her strikes more deadly. She moved like a whirlwind, her swords cutting through the air and slicing through the undead and vampires.

Through the chaos of battle, Sabrina watched in awe as her mother fought with such ferocity and skill. Regardless of the odds stacked against her, Diana never gave up. She was a true warrior, a hero in the face of danger.

Sabrina's heart leapt in her throat as she saw the vampire knock one of the swords from her mother's hand. "Mother, watch out!" Sabrina shouted, fear and urgency lacing her voice.

But Diana was already one step ahead. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dodged the vampire's next attack, twirling her remaining sword in her hand. And then, to Sabrina's amazement, Diana raised her free hand and a blinding white flame burst forth from her fingertips.

The flame was pure and bright, so bright that Sabrina had to shield her eyes from the intensity of the light. The flame shot forth like a laser beam, burning a hole through multiple undead and vampires in its path.

Sabrina watched in awe as her mother wielded this incredible power, her raven-black hair whipping around her face as she fought on with renewed vigor.

As the fight continued and Diana proved her incredible fighting skills, Sabrina's mind struggled to process the reality of the situation. Despite her attempts to convince herself that her mother was not Harriet Hunt, the evidence in front of her was overwhelming. The black swords, the black armor, the stunning combat skills, and the power of the white flames all pointed to one undeniable truth - her mother was indeed the legendary Harriet Hunt.

Sabrina felt a mix of emotions, including shock, disbelief, and confusion. She had always known her mother as a gentle and caring woman, not a fierce warrior capable of taking on hordes of undead and vampires. It was difficult for Sabrina to reconcile the two images of her mother in her mind.

As she watched her mother continue to fight, Sabrina's thoughts raced. What did this mean for their family? How had her mother been able to keep her true identity hidden for so long? And most importantly, what was going to happen next?

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Michael will appear in two chapters and It will be worth the wait!!!!