Adopted Soldier

The Executioner was a person who recently joined the Shadow Mercenaries. He was someone the old monster, Richter Greyhound, brought back from somewhere, He joined the Shadow Mercenaries, right before James Bourne was supposedly killed. So Oliver had seen the Executioner but only a few times, yet for some reason felt some kind of familiarity with him. Even the others from the Shadow Mercenaries were able to quickly accept the Executioner, not only due to his strength but also for the sense of familiarity he brought with him. It was like he was someone they all knew from a long time ago.

The Executioner himself actually had no idea who he was. When he woke up he was in a lab of sorts, and Richter was the first person he saw. Of course the first question that popped up in his mind, when he got up was, "Who are you? Where am I?.... And Who am I?"

When Richter heard the Executioner ask these questions, he couldn't help but show a sadistic smile on his face.

"You are my subordinate, my most trusted subordinate. Right now you're in my lab, where I tried to revive you from certain death. As you can see it was a success, but it looks like your memory has been wiped clean. Well no matter, losing ones memory in exchange for life isn't such a bad trade... Hmm, I know you have a lot of questions right now, but I need to ask this of you now. Are you once again willing to become my subordinate?"

When the Executioner heard Richter's question, he silently looked at the old man. He had no memories and had no idea what was happening right now, but the man before him was his benefactor. Richter was the one who saved him from certain death, and Richter had also claimed that he was his subordinate before. Also for some reason he felt compelled to listen to Richter.

"What will happen if I say no?"

Richter shrugged his shoulders before answering.

"Well I can't really force you, and I don't need a subordinate that I can't trust. I already have a lot of those kinds of subordinates. So if you don't want to become my subordinate once more, then so be it, you are free to live your life the way you want to."

While the Executioner was listening to Richter's answer, he felt something within himself got triggered. The Executioner got out of the bed he was on, and knelt in front of Richter.

"I will gladly become your subordinate." Seeing the Executioner act like that, made Richter smile as if everything was going as planned.

"I once again accept you as my right hand man. So for now you need a new identity, your old name, and your old ways need to be replaced. Hmm.... I new name, since you already died once, you no longer need a name, a person that has lost and died in battle is no longer worthy of having a name. So instead I will give you a new job and that job will be your name, from now until your second death you will be called the Executioner. Your job is as the name implies you are an Executioner, you will be my blade to cull out the traitors. Oh, how about I give you this as your main weapon."

Richter gave the Executioner a scythe that looked like the reapers scythe.

"Though as a weapon it's pretty hard to use, but I'm sure you would be able to effectively use it. I want you to use this weapon to give an image of fear. Every time they see you holding that scythe, they will all think that Death has come to claim them."

After that Richter started to explain about the Shadow Mercenaries and what kind of organization it was. The Executioner didn't really have any opinion about being a mercenary, he didn't even quite understand why the Empire was evil. Yet for some reason all he cared about right now, was to serve Richter to the fullest of his capabilities.

...

A few years have passed and the Executioner had stayed within the Shadow Mercenaries. He had met various members of the organization. He now understood that compared to the people of the outside, those in the Shadow Mercenaries, were made for battle. They were a group specially made to face the horrors of the battlefield. Their numbers might be little, but they could hold their own against a small nations army.

Still because they were above average, and they were all extremely talented, they also had very big egos. Every now and then an agent would come out that believes he could be the top dog, or he was not being used correctly in the organization. These people would usually start trouble, some of them would try and become the new leader by trying to kill Richter, the others wanted to create their own organization and wanted to destroy the Shadow Mercenaries from within, others would sell classified information to outside organizations, and most would try and leave the organization after stealing something valuable.

All of them were considered as traitors and it was the Executioner's job as Richter's blade to kill all traitors. Over the years, ever since he became the Executioner he had killed over a hundred members of the Shadow Mercenaries. No matter who they were, or how many they were he killed them all with ease.

It didn't matter what their reasons were, nor did it matter what kind of person they were. All that betray Richter, will die by the Executioner's blade.

Even through all these years the Executioner never questioned Richter, actually every time he tried to do that, his head would start to hurt, so in the end he thought that only happened because he had treacherous thoughts and he wasn't suppose to have any.

He continued to be the blade that would strike fear among all of those who oppose Richter's commands. He had no sense of self, and was in the end only a weapon, and he lived as a weapon.. If he ever had a human self it died on the day he was revived by Richter, and there he was reborn as the Executioner's blade.